Senior Project

[Felix80]

The bell rang and the students in senior history all gathered their stuff, and stood to leave. Mr. Stephanopolis cleared his throat.

"Miss Walker, could I see you for a moment?" She walked up to the desk. Mr. Stephanopolis waited for the other students to file out before he spoke again.

"You've lagged behind this year Miss walker. I am required to warn you that you are in danger of failing this class. If that happens you will either stay back or need to complete a summer course, neither of which will look particularly good to whatever colleges you've applied to. At this point your only hope is to get an A on either the senior project or the final and a B on the other."

Mr. Stephanopolis smiled at her.

"You are allowed to work with a partner on the senior project. I know for a fact that Jack Bently does not have a partner yet."

Jack Bently was the school whiz kid. He had a 4.0 gpa and had scored a 1600 on the SATs and the PSATs. Colleges were beating down his door to give him scholarships. Everyone knew he was only in the regular history class because the honors class didn't fit in his AP laden schedule.

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OOC: Simple enough premise. Sex for a grade. I'm the geek, you're the girl. You come to me at my locker and ask to partner for the project. I'm not interested, and don't need your help, in fact I'm pretty sure you're only talking to me because you want an easy A. This actually being the case you offer sex for an A.

Who you are is up to you. Cheerleader, Actress, female jock, someone popular and/or cool. For whatever reason you don't have a boyfriend right now, and that can be worked into the storyline if you want.

Send a PM with your character if interested.

 

[Felix80]

Bumpo

 

[Felix80]

Bump anon

 

[Felix80]

ooc Bump

 

[Felix80]

*bump-ada*

 

[lilfucktoy]

Di was the school's queen bee. She was rich, and spoiled, and bratty. She was stylish, super cool and smoking hot. Everyone that matters loved her, or at least wanted her, and if she had ever bothered to notice Jack before this, it was probably to humiliate him.

By reputation, she was completely unattainable, though there were rumors of a boyfriend, they had never been proven. Why would a girl like her want a boyfriend, when she gets everything she wants for nothing?

She was 5'9" and had the body of a model, perfect blonde hair and a perfect tan, when most of the rest of the world was still pasty white from winter. This day she had a tight blue sweater on that drew just the right attention to her 34dd breasts, and a long, flowy skirt that accentuated her long legs and tender young ass tastefully.

She caught sight of Jack on her way to lunch, and sighed. She told the girls to go ahead, and then took a deep breath. He was a shrimpy little nerd with nothing to recommend him to anyone except his academics, but that was exactly what she needed him for. She just hoped he wasn't going to be difficult about it.

"Hey," she said, in her most commanding tone. "Mr. Stephanopolis assigned us to be partners for this presentation thing. You're supposed to be like super smart or whatever, so I figure you can take care of it. Cool? Thanks."

She knew most times, if people were just told what to do, they would. So she turned and started to walk away, but then he mumbled something she didn't quite hear.

"What?" she said, rolling her eyes as she turned back to face him.

 

[Felix80]

Jack took a deep breath and drew himself up from his perpetual slouch to his full height of six feet. He was skinny, with thick glasses and wore a baggy button up the front shirt and slacks, but he was tired of being pushed around and being used. As a senior in high school it happened less now than before, group projects were for lower level classes. AP and honors classes wanted to see what you could do as an individual, mostly.

"I said no," he said in a clear voice. "I already talked with Mr. Stephanopolis when the project was assigned. He assured me I could do this alone."

She was staring at him. His gaze dropped down to her prominently displayed tits and he faltered for a second. She was hot and he wanted her to leave him alone. Jack could feel his face flush and hurried on to finish his point. "I've already written 15 pages, referened source documents, including autographs. This is collegiate, if not post-graduate level work. What could you possibly contribute to that?"

Jack didn't realize it but there was alot of contempt, disdain in his voice. He remembered some of the humiliating things Di had said about him over the years and it fueled him, and for one of the first times in his life Jack's anger took over his mouth.

"Nothing, that's what. So give me one reason I should help you get a good grade." Jack shrugged. "Sorry Di, you'll have to fail on your own, you don't have anything I want."

 

[lilfucktoy]

Lily blinked, startled by his reaction, but the amount of sheer hostility that she felt coming from him. What had she ever done to him to deserve to be treated like that? Sure, she had teased him a little, but who hadn't? He was the biggest nerd in the whole school. Still, it wasn't like they saw much of each other in daily life. Maybe he didn't have a sense of humor.

"Hey," she said. "Just relax, OK? I don't know what Stephanopolos told you, but he just sent me to you 5 minutes ago. It sounds like you're already almost done with it, so what does it hurt to help me out a little bit? It doesn't cost you anything, and I'd totally owe you."

His glower didn't fade a bit, except when she sighed, and her breasts pushed up, and his eyes opened wide. She tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help thinking how perfectly typical it was. A geek or a jock or a freak, a guy was a guy, and they all had their weakness. And that weakness was spelled T-I-T-S. She leaned towards him, knowing that her sweater would hug them as they swayed, and she watched his eyes struggle to stay fixed on hers, as a film of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I could do you a favor, too, you know," she said. "I can get you invited to parties, if there's someone you like, I can get her to go out with you. I need your help, Jack. This is your chance to be the hero."

 

[Felix80]

As Di's tits swung back and forth it took all of Jack's willpower not to watch the massive mammaries shift from side to side. It was mesmerizing, hypnotic and it took Jack a moment to realize the last thing she'd said. Once he understood it he was angrier then before.

"So you're going to get me invited to parties I'm not wanted at or maybe a pity date from some numbskull who'll be counting the nanoseconds until I grace her with my absence. No thanks Di." What would he talk about with her anyway? Chances are his random pity date would not be interested in the latest superhero movie, or old sci-fi.

Jack double checked to make sure he had the right book and notebook for his AP economics class then shut his locker.

"I don't want to be your hero, Di, let's not pretend to be friends. The only reason you're even talking to me is so you can use me. Fine, you want my services you need to find something I'm willing to trade them for, then we can deal."

Jack pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "Unless there's ssomething else, I've got to get to economics."

 

[lilfucktoy]

"Maybe people would want you around if you weren't such a little prick," she snapped. "It's not like I'm asking you to do anything you don't have to do anyway. No wonder you haven't got any friends."

The look on his face was almost worth it, Lily thought. And as she watched his struggle with the truth, she seemed to remember saying stuff like that to him in the past. Maybe it was a little mean, but being bitchy to the wrong people was as much a part of being popular as being in with the right ones. The problem was that she needed him, desperately.

"Look, I'm sorry," she said, putting a hand on his arm to stop him turning away. "I shouldn't have said that, but I really, really need your help. I know there must be something you want, something I can do. Please Jack."

All she saw in the boy's eyes was hurt and contempt, though. Her mind raced. If she failed the course, she'd have to go to summer school, and that would not only be humiliating, it would mean not going to the beach for the summer with her family. It might even mean going to a JC for a year before real college, and that was intolerable. She could not believe that this little idiot was going to mess up everything.

But his eyes dipped, and for just a second, she saw his expression of hate turn to desire. A deep, painful desire. She could have kicked herself. If there was one thing she knew about guys, it was that they thought with their dicks.

"What if I could make you really popular?" she asked, smiling. "What if I could make it so they really did want you at their parties, and girls actually wanted to ask you out?"

 

[Felix80]

Her touch on his arm sent a jolt through him, but it was too late, her acidic tongue pushed him over the edge.

"You don't get it do you?" Jack spat the words at her, his anger past the boiling point, "You assholes have been treating me like shit for twelve fucking years! Since the first day of fucking kindergarten all I've done is take shit from people like you! And for what? What the hell have I ever done to any of you? Not a fucking thing! I didn't beat anyone up, never stole lunch money, broke glasses or said I had a pencil dick!" That last one was aimed at Di, who had never seen his dick but had commented on it anyway.

Jack looked around. He was yelling and everyone was looking at him. Him and DI, the most popular girl in school. He was dead. There was no way the jocks were going to let him walk away without pummelling him after this. And teachers were looking too. He was going to get a detention, probably a suspension for this. Hell, might as well make it worth it.

"I don't want to be popular with a bunch of fucking sadistic assholes!"

"Mr. Bently!" That was one of the teachers.

Jack spun and pointed a finger at the teacher. "And fuck you for letting this happen!"

"Get in my room right now!"

"Wait!" Jack turned back to Di and fired off one final zinger, "You're going to fail because you didn't do the work, not because of me."

And then the teacher was on him, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away. Yeah, he was getting suspended. No way out of that now. But it was probably a good thing. If he wasn't at school the jocks couldn't hospitalize him for yelling at Di like that.

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OOC: SOrry, that got a little away from me. Let's assume Jack gets suspended and Di eventually decides to come to his house to convince him to help her with the project? Unless you have a better idea, in which case, PM me.

 

[lilfucktoy]

For a second, Di could hardly understand what had just happened. That little twerp has just screamed at her, chewed her out in front of everyone, like he was somebody. Nobody talked to her like that. She felt a tightening low down in her body and reached deep for the fury that she knew she was capable of, but as she turned to look at him, it seemed to evaporate. He looked miserable, as if he was being hauled off to guantanamo instead of the vice principal's office.

She clenched her teeth and her mind raced. She couldn't let him get away with calling her out like that, but at the same time, she needed his help. She read the situation more quickly than he did. He thought he was dead, but he didn't realize that she was the one with the problem. Nobody was going to defend her. They'd go after whoever she told them to when she was on top, but there was no loyalty when the queen was under attack. Noone wanted to be remembered as her friend if she went down. She had to turn this around on her own, and still get his help.

There was only one way she could see.

"Mr. Lewis!" she said, rushing over to the teacher who was pulling Jack away. "Wait a minute, please."

Mr. Lewis was famous for playing favorites, and his favorites were always pretty girls. He beamed at her as if she were the second coming. She gave him her prettiest pout and opened her eyes manga-wide.

"I had that coming," she said to the teacher, as if he were taking her confession. "Jackie didn't mean that stuff. He's just mad that I didn't want anyone to know we were ... well ... you know." She blushed, and batted her eyelashes. "You don't really have to write him up, do you?"

"I'll let it slide this time," he said, with a shit-eating grin that melted off his face when he turned to Jack. "And you had better watch your mouth. I don't care what your GPA is. Nobody gets any special treatment from me!"

With that, he stalked back into his classroom. Di let out a sigh and slipped under Jack's arm, hers snaking around his waist.

"Come on, baby." She kept her voice low, but not so low that the busybodies couldn't hear. "If we hurry, we can still make it to Starbuck's before 6th period."

It would be all over the school by the end of the day. People would wonder what made Di, the princess, the alpha girl of the whole school, go for Jack Bently when she had turned down pretty much everyone. She had the rest of lunch to figure out something people would believe, and the only way it would work was if she could get Jack to help her sell it.

 

[Felix80]

"I don't have a car," Jack whispered back, a real whisper this time, not the stage whisper Di had used. He'd followed the situation easily enough, and his anger had subsided when Di had put herself on the line to get him out of trouble. THough vestiges of his rage had threatened to resurface when Mr. Lewis gave Jack a hypocritical lecture. Didn't play favorites, Jack's skinny white ass!

But he was back to his analytical self now, and wasn't sure what Di had in mind, but he saw some potential here. He'd studied enough sociology to know some pack behavior. If he was chosen by the alpha female the rest of the pack would tolerate him enough not to kick the shit out of him. Which was really what Jack was hoping for, not getting pounded into the dirt and stomped on a few times for good measure. So he'd roll with this, for the nonce, see where it led.

"How are we going to get to Starbucks? Do you have a car?"

They didn't really need a car, they needed to go somewhere and talk. Jack was willing to help with the paper now, well, a little more willing. What he really needed was some kind of protection that would keep him from getting trainwrecked for the next two weeks or so until this blew over.

 

[lilfucktoy]

She led him out to the parking lot, her mind spinning. He was blathering something about a car, and Starbucks. How had he gotten that idea? Then she remembered she had said it when she was looking for an out from that scene in the hall. She rolled her eyes. When they were far enough out that noone would hear them, she turned to him, and snapped.

"I do not have a car, and we are not going to Starbuck's." She was well aware that while no one could hear what they were saying, they could certainly see what they were doing. Her voice was ice cold, but she reached up and touched his cheek. "Put your arm around me. The only way this works is if people think we're going out. So act like it."

She talked fast, as her mind sorted through the situation, as though her mouth had a completely separate brain from her body, which was swaying flirtatiously. Her hands fussed with his hair and his clothes, trying to tweak his lack of look into something she'd be able to pretend to be into.

"As of now, you're the man," she said. "And as long as people think that you're actually with me, you have to be the man. You need to be cool. OK, no, that won't work. You need to seem cool. Don't tell anyone anything. Just shrug. Don't lose your temper, nobody cares how much your life sucks. You can have a good long cry about it when you go home, but right now, can you do cool? Now kiss me, and for the love of God, try to make it look like it was your idea."

 

[Felix80]

Jack didn't kiss Di, he possessed her.

He had put his arm around her when she told him to, and feeling her amazing hips bumping against him as she swayed, her firm, overly full breasts pressing against him, everything about her was a turn on. Even her fidgeting wiith his perfectly ironed shirt and collar, her touch, her everymovement was an aphrodesiac.

Her words however made an arctic wind seem like a summer's breeze. How could anyone be this manipulative for the sake of a grade. Jack, as consumed by success more than anyone he knew, would never use someone to get ahead like this. Of course, his motivation was more visceral; a longing to keep all of his blood in his body.

Her hand caressed his cheek and lightning shot through his body. Then her patronizing started. Whining about how his life sucked? How dare she? The queen bitch of the universe deigned to talk to him twice or thrice in all the years they'd been in classes together, either to make fun of him or to use him, how dare she?!!

Jack had never been turned on this much, and turned off so much at the same time.

Kiss her? KISS her? Kiss HER? Fuck her, take this!

Jack turned suddenly at her words, pivoting on the foot closest to her so in an instant he was facing her. His hands flew to her body, hir right hand on the small of her back, Covering most of the area, the tips of his pinkie and ring fingers pressing against the top of her ass. The left hand was on her side, his thumb pressing in on the side of her right boob, his large, skinny fingers wrapped around her side, the first two knuckles holding her tight, pressing against her back. His right leg moved forward, moving between her legs, bent at the knee his thigh was strongly pressed against her sex.

Jack took a minute to look into her eyes, not sure what he would find there. Whatever was he saw, it wasn't warmth. He grinned at her, devilishly.

"You," he paused, his voice had dropped half an octave, still scanning her eyes, hoping for... Oh fuck it, "are an ice cold bitch."

Before she could react, as the words were barely out of his mouth Jack leaned into her. His lips pressed against her, then, half an instant later, crushed against her. His hands squeezed her, then released, the left hand wrapping around her back, pulling her abundant breasts hard against his chest as his right hand moved down, firmly grabbing her right ass cheek, squeezing it, kneeding it as he held her hips firmly in place. They needed to be held there because his hips were leaning against her, his right thigh ran against her sex, starting ith the top of his knee and then sliding, pressing, grinding against her pussy with the firm, thick top of his thigh until his right hip was pressing against the middle of her hip, his thigh having been run like a saw against her cunt.

Jack didn't kiss Di, he possessed her.

 

[lilfucktoy]

With his hard words still echoing in her ear, he was on her. His hands were all over her, and his thigh rammed between her legs. She wasn't sure if he wouldn't have ripped her clothes off and raped her if they'd been anywhere more private. His mouth was on hers, kissing her, but it was a brutal kiss. His hands were all over her, and he was rubbing his leg between hers like he was going to split her in half with it.

It an attack every bit as furious as his screaming at her in the hall, and she should have seen it coming. As they shifted, he pinned her back against someones SUV, so she was trapped. Her heart was racing with panicked excitement, and for a moment, the idea of his taking her with all that rage was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

But this wasn't the place.

And besides, she reminded herself, he wasn't really her boyfriend. This was just a show. She had to remember what she was doing here. She had to remind him who was in control, even if she wanted so bad to just let him do what he wanted.

She turned her head, getting her lips free from his and gasped, "Enough ... enough ... I think you sold it."

She squirmed away from him, trying to catch her breath, trying to calm herself down. The way her heart was racing she could hardly think straight, but she needed to. She needed to get that impenetrable armor of cool back on her before this got out of control.

"Jack ... please ... that's enough," she panted, her breasts rising and falling quickly as she looked up at him. Deep inside her, something knew that there would never be enough, but she wasn't able to think about that now.

"Sixth period is about to start," she said, her voice sounding low and breathy. She told herself that she had to figure out a way to handle this and get her assignment done without letting him attack her again, but her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. "My parents are out of town all week..."