The Boy From Next Door by Tobyredone

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Chapter 8

I sat in one of the auditorium seats in between Brittney and Kevin. Kevin was holding an ice pack to his face just like I was and Brittney, who was covered in splatters of blood, was sitting in the seat with her arms and legs crossed as she pumped her one leg quickly while she glared over at the football players who had been separated from the cheerleaders and sat one section over. The rest of the cheerleaders who had jumped into the fray were sitting around us and looking down at their feet or were trying to clean the blood and dirt off their uniforms. Rachel and Tiffany were busy exchanging details in excited tones about their experience.

The principal stood in front of us and said, “Your parents are all on their way and will be here shortly. I’ve got about four different stories of what the heck happened and we’ll sort it all out when they get here. Until then stay in your seats and be quiet!”

“You’re going to expel them right? They broke my nose!” Brad whined in a nasally tone as he stood up and pointed at the bloody rag he had pressed to his face.

“When are your balls going to drop you prissy bitch?” Brittney shot back instantly.

The principal held up his hands and yelled out, “Not another word until parents are here!”

One of the football players held up his hand and gave Brittney the finger and she leapt to her feet causing the young man to duck back down in his chair with his hands over his face.

“Miss Beldamore! Butt on seat this instant and keep it there!” The principal said as he looked at her and pointed downward.

Brittney dropped back down with a huff and crossed her arms over her chest. She then crossed her toned legs and went back to pumping them as she glared at the back of the seat in front of her. Parents started to arrive and were allowed to briefly look their ward over before being asked to sit down so that we could start going over what actually happened. My mother gave me the disappointed and shocked look as I lowered the ice bag and let her see the black eye that was quickly forming on my face. She let out a startled gasp as she saw Brittney who was still speckled with blood from head to toe. Brad’s father stormed into the auditorium asking who he was going to sue and as Brad pointed to me, Kevin, and Brittney, my mother let out another disappointed sigh. Kevin’s father arrived and I was startled to see him in full military gear complete with side arm. He marched down the aisle and looked at Kevin from head to toe and asked, “Anything broken?”

“No Sir,” Kevin replied as he shook his head.

“Did you throw a punch?”

“Yes Sir. One Sir. I didn’t start it Sir.”

“I don’t remember asking if you started it,” Kevin’s father replied harshly, “Just sit there and be quiet while I find out what happened.”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, we should be able to start now,” Brittney muttered as she looked around at everyone else’s parents. I slipped my hand in hers and squeezed as I knew most of the time her parents weren’t even in this state.

The football coach who had been inspecting his players stood up and looked at the principal, “What am I supposed to do about tonight’s game? My athletes are injured. They need to be getting treatment right now, not sitting here!”

Brad’s father yelled out, “My son has an important game to play! He’s the quarterback! He can’t be here dealing with which one of his assailants you’re going to kick out of school! Just get rid of them all!”

The coach nodded in agreement and yelled at the principal, “I mean, unless you want me to just call the other team right now and forfeit? Is that what you want?”

A loud voice called out from the back of the auditorium, “Absolutely, Coach Mills. You should call off tonight’s game and let them know that your boys got the stuffing beaten out of them by what… about half the cheerleading squad?” The man paused and then said, “You know what, I’ll take care of letting all the other teams in the conference know so that they’ll take it easy on your boys.”

Brittney’s face lit up and she jumped to her feet as she spun, “Dad?”

She rushed to the end of the row of seats and turned to sprint to him only to be grabbed by one of the assistant coaches and told to sit back down. She quickly kneed the man in the groin and darted up the walkway to the broad shouldered, dark haired man standing at the entrance doors. He embraced her tightly and then pulled her away from his chest to look at her face closely.

“Are you okay Princess?”

She nodded quickly as he studied her face and then started to look over the rest of her, “Is that your blood?”

She shook her head vigorously and he pulled up her hands to see her bruised knuckles and smiled at her, “Gave ‘em one to remember, huh?”

She smiled and dove back against his chest and hugged him tightly.

“She assaulted six football players!” Coach Mills yelled at the man.

Brad’s father stood up and shouted, “My son’s going to lose his chance at being all state because of her! I’m going to sue her and you and…”

“Oh sit the fuck down Fitzgerald! Your son has an ice cube’s chance in hell at being all state and the only one in this room who doesn’t realize that is you. You want to sue me or anyone else in this room and my legal team will crawl so far up your ass that you won’t be able to take a shit without written consent from a judge,” Mr. Beldamore said as he started to walk down to join the rest of us with one arm protectively draped over Brittney’s shoulders.

“Now, I’m supposed to be getting on a jet to fly to the other side of the country right now. Does someone who is not a complete moron want to tell me what I am doing here right now?” Brittney’s father glared at the principal.

“Well, um…” The principal swallowed and pulled at his tie, “You see, Mr. Beldamore, sir, there was a large fight involving some students and we’re trying to get to the root of what happened and come up with a…”

“Give me the file,” Brittney’s father said to the woman who was sitting well behind the rest of us in a section by herself. She quickly handed a manila file folder with a few papers in it to Mr. Beldamore who flipped it open and looked down, flipped a sheet of paper over, glanced at it, and then looked back up at the principal.

“Seems to me that those fuck knuckles,” he pointed to the football players, “grabbed the skinny kid,” He pointed to Kevin, “and started whooping his ass. Then the big one with only one eyebrow,” he pointed to Vince, “cold clocked my daughter’s best friend,” he pointed to me, “in the face. That’s when my daughter and the rest of these girls jumped in and the football players dropped their skirts and got their shit pushed in. Where is the great fucking mystery here? I don’t think we need Sherlock Holmes on this case.”

“Well you see Mr. Beldamore, sir, it’s a bit delicate because if we expel half of the football team the donors will…”

“Donors? Do you need more money, Mabus?” Brittney’s dad said with a shocked expression on his face, “Whose name is on the side of the auditorium we’re sitting in?”

“Y…Yours, sir.”

“Whose name is on the side of the athletic field these boys play on?”

“Yours, sir.”

“Who signed the blank check for the new equipment for the science labs or donated the money for the updated computers?”

“Y…You did, sir.”

“If my Princess’s school needs more money you just have to ask, Mabus,” Brittney’s dad paused and sighed, “The football team is what, four and six right now? They suck hind tit. If that’s what you were banking on for donations than you’re even dumber than I thought you were. Are you really that stupid, Mabus?”

“N… No, I don’t think so sir.”

“Good! Now, I think I can see two courses of action here. We can either expel everyone who participated in the fight right now, which I can understand because these young men and women shouldn’t be acting like they were in a prison riot, OR we can let everyone off with a warning and both sides say they will leave the other alone and we can all move on with our lives.”

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re daughter getting off with a slap on the wrist! You should hear her mouth! It’s unbelievable.” Mr. Fitzgerald said as he jumped up and pointed at Brittney.

“Well behaved women rarely make history Fitzgerald,” Brittney’s father said as he squeezed her shoulders tightly and then pointed back at Brad’s father, “And if you ever so much as point a finger at my Princess again I’ll make it a personal fucking vendetta to build car dealerships all the way around your little car lot and underprice you until you can’t sell a car in this county.”

Brad’s father opened his mouth to say something but Mr. Beldamore interrupted him before he could speak, “And if your moron fucking son tries to drink and drive while my Princess is in the back seat of his car again I will make certain the chief of police is at your door every morning and every night to give that idiot a breathalyzer test. You think he’ll pass them? Let’s go see what’s in his locker right now, shall we? He should be captain of the rehab center, not captain of the football team.”

Mr. Fitzgerald dropped his hand and lowered himself into the seat as he glared at Brittney’s father. Mr. Beldamore walked down in front of the entire group and looked back up at the parents and asked loudly, “Okay, if you want your son or daughter to get expelled, how about a show of hands?”

No one moved and so he called out again, “Well then, if you want your son or daughter to get back to class and move past this idiocy, and you’re going to personally make sure they don’t do something stupid again like getting in a fight with someone on the opposite side of the room, raise your hand,” Mr. Beldamore raised his hand and looked down at Brittney with a piercing gaze that told her in no uncertain terms she was not to be in another brawl.

I looked back to see my mother glaring at me as she raised her hand and noticed the rest of the parents, even Mr. Fitzgerald raising their hands.

“Good. Then let’s call this little scuffle water under the bridge. The football team will stop picking on the skinny little shit, and the cheerleading squad promises not to beat the crap out of the football team anymore. Case closed.” Mr. Beldamore said as he slapped his hands together loudly.

“Okay, you heard the man!” Principal Mabus said, “Everyone will have a few minutes to talk with their parents and then back to class!”

“We’re going to discuss this further with your father when he gets home. Don’t think you’re off that easy, missy,” my mother said as she hugged me, “I’m glad you’re okay but you are never to do something so stupid ever again.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

I looked over her shoulder and saw Kevin standing at attention in front of his Dad, “You’re going to be coming straight home after school today. The bags of cement in the corner of the yard need to be put in the shed. And tomorrow when you get home, you’re going to take the bags of cement from the shed and carry them to the corner of the yard. We’ll see how many days of doing that it takes until you’re too tired for this stupidity at school, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” Kevin replied in a dejected tone.

“Didn’t you just tell me the other week you were old enough to be on your own? And now you pull this crap? What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t Sir.”

“You’re damned right you weren’t,” He suddenly noticed Kevin glance to me and followed his eyes over to my face. He then looked back at Kevin and said, “Is this all over a girl?”

“Yes Sir,”

“Did you punch the guy that hit her?”

“One of them Sir,”

“Look son, everyone wants to be a knight in shining armor in front of a pretty girl, but she’s probably not even going to notice you. Keep your nose to the grindstone and keep your wheels in your own lane, understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. I’ve got to get back to the base. Tell your mom I’ll be home late, and I expect all the bags to be moved when I get home. No using the wheelbarrow.” He said as he pointed at Kevin who nodded and then the man pulled him into a quick hug, “I’m glad you’re okay. Don’t do it again.” And then he stepped back and quickly left the auditorium.

As Kevin’s father was leaving I saw Brittney’s father walk up to him and look him over intensely and then hold out his hand, “Young Mr. Carter?”

“Kevin, sir,” he replied as he took Mr. Beldamore’s hand and shook it quickly, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“We should talk Kevin,” Mr. Beldamore said, “But not here, and not now. I’ll be back in town in two days. Can you come by my house? I’ll talk to your parents if need be.”

“You’ll have to clear it with my father, sir. He runs a tight ship.” Kevin replied to him.

“I understand son. You should get to class,” Brittney’s father said and pointed to the doors.

Brittney and I exchanged glances, and then my mother said the same thing to me, “Amy, stop standing there gawking and get moving.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said and as I started to walk out I saw Brittney’s dad take the handkerchief out of his suit pocket and start to wipe at the blood smears on his daughter’s face as he said, “Don’t take crap from anyone, right Princess?”

“Not unless it’s the President or they have a bigger gun than me,” she replied with a nod.

“That’s my girl.”

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Chapter 9

I stood at the side of the football field and looked around confused with the rest of the cheer squad. The stands were full and it was time to start the football game, but the scoreboard was still shut off and nothing other than the large lights behind the grandstands were on.

“What the fuck is the problem?” Coach Mills screamed at one of his assistants, “We’re supposed to be playing right now!”

“We can’t turn anything on other than the bleacher lights. The AV club always did it, and none of them are here or will answer their phones. They also took all the controls out of the booth and spray painted Team Kevin on the wall. Whatever that means.” The man said back to him as he shrugged.

Brittney, Hannah, and I all looked at each other and covered our mouths with our pompoms as we giggled, then spread out and started a cheer.

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“So they decided to call the game anyway because nothing would work!” I said at the dinner table as I looked at my parents and giggled while I took some meatloaf and dropped it on my plate.

“Team Kevin?” My father asked with his eyebrows raised, “It sounds like the Boy is trying to start a rebellion. I don’t like the sounds of it.”

“Daddy, Kevin wasn’t even there.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, that’s how it always works. The ringleader gets other people to take the fall,” my dad said as he shook his fork.

“Daddy, Kevin was the one getting beat up by the entire football team,” I told him as I continued to try to explain it to him.

“And why would the entire team be beating up on one guy? I’ve seen him. He’s got tooth-pick arms.”

“Daddy! He doesn’t have toothpick arms!” I called out, “And they were beating him up because he liked me!”

My dad looked up at me with raised eyebrows as I added, “And I like him! I asked him out too!”

“I thought he was chasing after Brittney?” My Dad said to my Mom and then looked back at me, “Is that what this fight was about? Did you and Brittney get in a fight over a boy?”

“No, dear, they aren’t fighting over a boy,” Mom told him as she patted his hand and then looked at me, “But either way, you are not going out with him this weekend. You’re grounded.”

“What? Why?” I screamed.

“Because where there is smoke there is fire and you are surrounded by smoke lately young lady,” My father said as he again pointed his fork at me, “Did you or did you not break someone’s nose today?”

“This is so unfair!” I said, “I got hit in the face and punched in the boob and I’m the one that gets grounded?”

“Keep talking back and you’ll be coughing up your phone too!” My mother warned me with a parental look.

I huffed down into my chair and glared at both of them but knew better than to continue the fight and lose my electronic life line.

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As I walked to my locker the next day I saw someone going the other way down the hall in a Team Kevin t-shirt and did a double take. I shook my head and continued on and then saw another one. I stopped and rubbed my eyes and looked again. I turned, quickly spun the combination to my locker in, opened the door and suddenly Brittney bounced up next to me.

“Hey slut! Put this on,” She said in an excited tone as she held out a pink tank top with bold black letters that said Team Kevin on it. The small pink tank top exactly matched the one she was wearing.

I laughed as I took it from her and asked, “Did you do this?”

“Nope. Some nerd in my economics class came up with it, but I had him make a bunch, and grabbed some for the cheerleading team. Now go put it on!” She demanded as she cocked her leg and glared at me.

“Okay, okay!” I said as I took the shirt.

“And if one of the football players even glances in your general direction you let me know, understand?” She said as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Yes ma’am,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

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I sat in my free period and Kevin pointed at my notebook, “You take the derivative of the position equation to get the equation for velocity.”

“What?” I asked him as my eyebrows went up.

“You have to find the derivative of the equation to get the velocity.” He said again as he looked at me.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. We’re not that far yet,” I said as I pushed the notebook back.

“Well, better to be ahead of the curve, right?”

“You’re killing me!” I said as I buried my face in my hands, “I hate math!”

“It’s not that hard, let’s just go through it step by step,” He replied calmly.

“I don’t want to do math. I want to talk about the t-shirts and the craziness going on,” I said as I looked around at half the kids in the class wearing a shirt like mine that proudly declared us part of Team Kevin.

“I want to do math so I can ignore the fact that like half the school is wearing my name on their shirt,” he said as his eyes quickly scanned the room before coming back to mine.

“I want to go out on a date with you,” I said sourly, “Sorry I’m the worst girlfriend ever. I can’t believe I got grounded.”

“You’re not the worst girlfriend ever. Even if you weren’t grounded my Dad has me moving cement bags every night,” he said as he rubbed at his arms.

“I saw you last night from my bedroom window,” I grimaced, “It looks like it sucks.”

“You were watching me from your bedroom? Now who is stalking who?”

“Oh, bite me,” I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.

“I promise I will once we’re both out of the dog house.”

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I climbed out of Kevin’s car in front of Brittney’s house and walked in with him. It was the first time I was allowed out of the house with him and I wondered how Mr. Beldamore had coaxed my parents into letting me out of my grounding for a night. It had been two days since what was quickly being referred to as The Cheerleader Beat Down by the rest of the school. There was even a short animated meme of Brittney’s hair blowing upward and turning blonde and then her doing all sorts of crazy karate chops and stuff to level a bunch of football players in full padding going around on the internet. Kevin told me it had to do with some Japanese cartoon but I’d never seen it.

We walked up to the door and Janice opened it for us as Brittney came trotting down the stairs, “Hey guys! Dad’s office is over here. Do you know what he wants?”

Both of us shook our heads in unison as we followed her through several large rooms and finally into an office that was trimmed with dark wood and had almost an entire wall taken up by television screens. In the center of the room was a large and slightly imposing desk that had neatly organized folders and papers on it. Brittney’s dad sat in a plush brown leather office chair looking at a folder on his desk as we entered. He glanced up at us and then said, “Janice, shut the doors please. We’re not to be disturbed.”

“Of course, Mr. Beldamore,” she nodded politely as she pulled the doors shut behind us.

I reached down and clutched Kevin’s hand tightly as my eyes darted around. I felt like I was about to be interrogated.

“Why don’t you have a seat right here, Mr. Carter.” Mr. Beldamore motioned to the seat in front of his desk, “I’ll be with you ladies in a minute.”

“Dad, what’s this…” Brittney started to say until her dad looked at her and then motioned to the small couch on the side of the room.

“You can call me Kevin if you want, sir,” Kevin replied back as he let go of my hand and dropped easily into the chair in front of Mr. Beldamore’s desk.

“Okay Kevin,” Mr. Beldamore said as he pushed the papers he had been looking at to the side, “I’m not one to beat around the bush, so I’m just going to come right out and ask. What are you intentions with my daughter?”

“Huh?” Kevin asked as Brittney sat forward and started to speak, “Dad! He’s dating Amy not…”

Brittney’s father held his hand up in our direction and Brittney’s mouth snapped shut and she leaned back against the couch. The only other time I’d seen Brittney respond so quickly to something was when Kevin was inside me and my dominatrix side was out.

“I know about your… special abilities,” Brittney’s father said as he leaned back and eyed Kevin while bringing his hands to his desktop, “I’m pretty certain the girls know about them too.” He paused to see Kevin’s reaction and when there was none he looked over to us as we stared back wide eyed, peeking glances at each other. Brittney’s dad nodded and then continued, “So I want to know what your motives are. If it’s just access to her funds I can provide you with a large sum of money upfront and a monthly stipend but then I expect you to steer clear of my daughter… and perhaps also Miss Summers as well. I feel slightly responsible for her as well seeing as she’s my daughter’s best friend.”

Kevin remained still as Mr. Beldamore held up a check and then put it down in front of Kevin. I couldn’t see the amount but Kevin stared at the check for a long time and from my angle I could see his eyebrows crease. He looked up at Mr. Beldamore and pushed the check back at him, “I think if you look at Brittney’s spending since I’ve been in town you’ll see there is nothing abnormal there.”

“What about the eight thousand dollars that she just spent on t-shirts, hats, and other trinkets that say Team Kevin?” Mr. Beldamore asked with raised eyebrows.

Kevin’s mask seemed to crack and he looked back at Brittney with a shocked look on his face, then turned back to Mr. Beldamore and said, “I… um… didn’t know anything about that. It wasn’t my idea and to be honest it doesn’t really help me fly under the radar.”

“Well I can’t really trust Brittney’s recollection of events if you can slip inside of her, now can I? So all I have to go off from is your word and I don’t really know you that well.”

“Dad I…” Brittney started to talk, but again was silenced by her father holding up his hand and saying, “You’ll have a chance to speak Princess, but you _will _let me have my talk with Mr. Carter first.”

“Now then Kevin. You don’t seem to want money, is that right? Perhaps something else I can offer you?” Mr. Beldamore asked him as his steeled gaze returned to Kevin.

“Why are you trying to buy me off?” Kevin asked as he stared back at the man with equal intensity.

“Because I know your kind to be notoriously flighty. If you’re just looking for some quick fun before you head off to your next destination I’d prefer it wasn’t with my daughter. I’m willing to give you more than enough compensation to go out and have fun with whoever you want whenever you want. No questions asked, and no strings attached other than you leave the girls out of it.” He replied as he leaned forward in the chair and while keeping his eyes locked on Kevin, “I can even get you other bodies to play with. You just let me know what your type is.”

Kevin took a breath and leaned forward as he looked back at Mr. Beldamore, “No thank you. I appreciate your generous offer, but I have to decline.”

Mr. Beldamore’s brows furrowed as he looked at Kevin, “I can whisk her away at a moment’s notice to somewhere halfway around the world to a place with security so tight that you won’t even get close enough to see her face with a telescope.”

“Dad!” Brittney called out and was about to stand up until her father held out a hand and she obediently sat back down and glared at him.

“That’s honestly more of a threat against her than it is against me, sir,” Kevin replied as he held his hands out, “And I wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do with your own daughter, but I know you want to make her happy, so if I were in your shoes I’d have to ask myself why I would do that.”

“Because you are sitting in front of me and I have no idea what your intentions are young man,” Brittney’s father retorted without hesitation.

Kevin leaned in closer to Mr. Beldamore and asked, “If you want complete honesty can I get your assurance of discretion?”

“Young man, I assure you discretion is one of my most valued commodities.”

“Sir, I’m also pretty straightforward. I don’t want to lie to anyone, but as you know my abilities demand a certain level of… secrecy.” Kevin said and then paused while Brittney’s father nodded slowly before he continued, “I’ve never done something like this before. Normally, when I’m inside someone, I have a bit of fun, try not to cause any damage, and leave without anyone any the wiser. But that changed when I met Amy and Brittney.”

Mr. Beldamore’s eyebrow went up as he listened and Kevin continued, “Laying it out for you, Brittney is in love with Amy. Amy is Brittney’s best friend but doesn’t really share those feelings. However, Amy has a bit of quirk. She has a fantasy that I fulfill when I’m inside her… and Brittney also gets to benefit from that. So, it’s a bit of a tangled relationship, but it makes your daughter, Amy, and I happy. I’ll be honest when I say I don’t know how it will end, but can anyone say that when they start a new relationship? Even a more… run of the mill relationship?”

I felt my cheeks flush the brightest crimson they had ever been and I tried to shrink into the couch.

“So you want me to take your word that your intentions aren’t… ignoble?” Mr. Beldamore asked as he stared at Kevin.

“I want you to let us be young and figure it all out together. And if you are worried about something, you should have an open dialogue with your daughter so you know what she wants. I’ll be around too, and you can talk to me and bring up any concerns you have… and if Amy isn’t petrified by your show of power here, I’m certain she’ll be more than happy to discuss some of this with you,” Kevin replied as he leaned back and shrugged, “I’ve only been here a short time, but both of those girls mean the world to me. I won’t knowingly hurt them.”

Brittney’s father sat there for several minutes as he stared at Kevin. The room was silent as a crypt while all I could hear was my own breathing and heartbeat pounding in my ears. I was a few moments from losing it until I felt Brittney’s hand slip over mine and squeeze tightly. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and blurted out, “Um, excuse me. How did you know?”

Mr. Beldamore’s gaze flipped from Kevin to me and suddenly I regretted saying anything and pulling his attention to me. I gulped and slunk into the couch as Brittney again squeezed my hand once more.

Her dad opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a remote and pointed it at one of the televisions. It flickered to a picture of Brittney and I walking in through the front door, only where my face should have been Kevin’s face was there instead. The image was plain as day. The resolution was amazing as he zoomed in and it became even more obvious that Kevin’s face was on my body. I realized it was from the first night we had brought Brittney into our little secret. Mr. Beldamore then spoke, “Now, this could be blamed on some glitch in my ridiculously high-tech security system, but I also know of a few others with Kevin’s unique abilities. I know of one other person in our city who doesn’t follow the typical nomadic tendencies most of them do, and I’ve also hired a few of his kind over the years. So, I have a bit of knowledge that most laymen don’t.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” I tried to say in a pleasant voice hoping that was the right thing to do in this type of situation. I wondered how Kevin could be so calm with all of this. He seemed completely relaxed while I was ready to dive under the couch and hide.

Mr. Beldamore’s steely gaze finally went to Brittney and his face softened as he looked at her, “So this is what you want Princess? This boy… he makes you happy? Because this is a lot for me.”

Brittney nodded solemnly and then replied, “We actually had a bit of a fight already Dad. Mostly about the… you called them nomadic tendencies, and we worked it out. So yeah, I really like him. And Amy.”

“And you Miss Summers?” Mr. Beldamore’s eyes came back to me as I shrunk down once more.

“We’re being completely honest here?” I asked as I looked around at everyone and when they all nodded at me I blurted out, “I have to pee. I’m so scared right that I have to pee. Brittney your dad scares the bladder control out of me. Kevin was right, I’m freak’n petrified right now.”

Suddenly everyone was laughing at me and I felt my cheeks flush crimson again.

“Miss Summers my intentions were never to scare anything out of you,” Mr. Beldamore said as a smile broke on his face, “I just needed to make certain that…” He motioned to all three of us, “all of this was mutual feelings and not the two of you being used.”

“No sir,” I replied as I pressed my legs together and shook my head at him.

Brittney’s dad looked at Kevin and said, “I expect you to take good care of these girls,” and then looked to Brittney, “My daughter only gets the best. If you don’t live up to that we’ll be having words again, Mr. Carter.”

Kevin nodded as it was Brittney’s turn to blush red and then whine, “Dad!”

She got up and stood next to Kevin and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at him defiantly and said, “Besides, I obviously have to take care of these two. They’d be lost kittens without me.”

I watched as Mr. Beldamore smiled at his daughter and I think it was pride I saw on his face. He then looked back at Kevin and said, “So young man, how much do you think you need for a proper vehicle?”

Kevin closed his eyes and sighed, “She’s a good runner. Why does everyone hate my car?”

“Because it looks like you pulled it out of a junkyard, Chess club,” Brittney said and then added, “And after that it got in a few accidents.”

“So! Is there anything else you want to know while we are all being so honest?” Kevin said as he shot Brittney a look and obviously wanted to change the subject.

“How do you…” Now it was Mr. Beldamore’s turn to get flustered, “You know… get inside? Would a demonstration be possible?”

Kevin suddenly turned beet red. Even his ears were burning as he blinked and adjusted himself in his chair, “Um… well… I’ve got to be honest sir, uh…”

“He melts. He melts and turns into this clear goo,” Brittney said as she laughed at his sudden shyness.

“Then he sort of goes in us. Through our skin, or our mouth, or our…” I let my voice sort of trail off as suddenly I started to blush again.

“It’s kind of a personal thing, sir. I’d rather not do it right in front of you if you don’t mind. It’s just…” Kevin added in until Mr. Beldamore held up his hands and cut him off, “Of course, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Thanks. I mean, if the girls are okay talking about it, that I don’t mind,” he said with a sigh of relief.

“It tingles. Inside of me… When he’s going in,” I said as I looked around, “It feels nice I guess.”

“It feels creepy to me,” Brittney said as she stuck her tongue out at Kevin.

“And you remember what he does?” Mr. Beldamore asked as he leaned forward and looked first at Brittney and then at me with interest on his face.

“Oh, I’m awake when he’s in me. Sometimes I can sort of push my way back into control if I try hard,” I said with a shrug.

“That’s something that I do. I wake them up when I’m in them. That’s not normal, though. Normally the people I’m in just sort of go to sleep and wake up when I’m out and don’t remember anything.” Kevin told him, “I can poke through their minds while they’re sleeping, which is how I found out both of their interests, and how it all kinda turned into what it is now.”

Mr. Beldamore nodded and then rubbed his temples, “This is just… a lot.”

“The first time I saw it, I freaked out,” Brittney said with a nod and I chimed in, “I was carrying around a knife when I first found out about it. Which seems silly now… how do you stab slime?”

Kevin chuckled and said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea, how about we don’t try it?”

“You might like it, Chess club!” Brittney said with an evil smile as she poked on his shoulder and he looked up at her with a worried expression on his face. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone and looked at it.

“Oh. That’s my mom. I’ve got to get going, my time limit is up. Back to moving concrete bags,” he said with a sigh.

“Of course. Thank you for the meeting, and explaining everything openly. I appreciate your honesty.” Mr. Beldamore said as he stood up and reached across the desk to shake Kevin’s hand as he too stood up.

“Any time, sir,” Kevin replied as he let go of Mr. Beldamore’s hand and then flexed his hand. I wondered how hard Brittney’s father had squeezed.

Kevin started to walk to the door and Brittney and I went with him until Mr. Beldamore cleared his throat and we all looked back at him.

“Brittney, your mother will not understand this. Keep it on the down low with her. I’ll tell her that you, Amy and Kevin have some sort of triangle going that works for you, but do not tell her about Kevin’s… ability. When I’ve had the chance to slowly break it to her I’ll let all of you know, okay?” He said as he picked up the folder he had been looking at when we came in and opened it again.

Brittney had a shocked look on her face, “Dad… Did you and mom know that I wasn’t interested in boys?”

“Of course, Princess,” he said without looking up.

“Seriously? I was trying so hard to hide it! I thought you would be upset with me!”

“We just want you to be happy, Princess. We figured you’d tell us when you were ready. We didn’t want to push you.”

“O…okay. Thanks dad,” Brittney said in a stunned tone. She followed us out of the office and closed the doors tightly after we left.

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Chapter 10

I was sitting at my desk in my room looking over my science book when my phone chirped. I glanced at the screen it so see a text from Brittney, Hey what are U doing slut? I’m sooooooooo bored. When are U getting ungrounded? Shopping with Tiffany n Rachel isn’t the same. They both kind of annoy me sometimes.

I smiled and grabbed my phone, Studying. Super bored too. No release date from the Rents yet.

It chirped almost instant, Boo Hiss. What’s Kevin doing?

I replied back, He’s still on cement bag duty. But he takes off his shirt when he gets hot. : )

She replied back,_ Calm down slut. Actually I’m horny too. When do U think you’ll both be able to play? Should we plan something special?_

I thought for a moment and then got back to her, Are U sure your dad isn’t watching these texts?

My phone chirped instantly, OMG DIAF

I quickly typed back, LOL. Gotcha. Hey didn’t Kevin say his birthday was coming up soon? We should throw him a party.

A few seconds later she responded with, Like the two of us wearing lingerie kind of party?

I rolled my eyes and typed back, Calm down slut. No, I mean like plan a big party. Think we could do it at your house?

She came back with, If we are doing it here then it WILL NOT be some nerdfest with his lunch room buddies.

I thought for a moment, We should see about his hopper friend. I think the contact is in his phone. I’ll swipe it tomorrow and get it. Maybe he’s got more friends from other places we could invite to!

Brittney’s reply was, I swear if U fill my house with nerds from across the country I’m gonna kick U off the team.

My eyebrows went up and I shot back, OMG you’re dating a nerd too!

There was no pause, I have no clue what you’re talking about.

I wondered about her denial sometimes, Whatevs. So we can party at your house?

There was a lengthy pause and then, I texted Dad. He says fine. Whenever you’re ungrounded I’ll get in touch with the catering company that does all our parties.

I grabbed my phone as I looked at it, Catering company? Are U sure Britt? We can just make some food up ourselves and get a cake.

I don’t cook and I am not eating some shitty cake from SuperMart’s bakery

I shook my head, Forgot who I was talking to. My bad.

She came back with, Damn straight your bad. Say my name slut. We’re still getting lingerie for the after party right???

I started to giggle as I typed back, Um, duh!

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The next day at lunch Brittney sat next to me while Rachel, Tiffany, and Hannah chatted excitedly about Kevin’s upcoming birthday party. Fritz sat across from me with wide eyes as he longingly gazed at Brittney playing on her phone, doing her best to ignore him. Kevin was on the other side of me talking with Max and Spencer about something that they were working on in the science lab. I glanced over and saw Brad at the next table over with his nose still held in place by a cast that was taped to his face. He was glaring at me but other than him and Vince the rest of them seemed to have let it go. Or they were afraid of us. Either way we had booted them off of our normal table and I had invited Kevin and a few other of his friends to sit with us. Some of the other girls had also invited their friends and non-football player boyfriends to sit with us as well. All but two of the cheerleaders who had been dating someone from the football team broke up with their boyfriends and were now unattached. Everyone on the team, including me seemed to be inundated with people asking us out now that we were available.

“So… what about two Thursdays from now, any time from after school until about ten thirty?” Fritz asked Brittney.

“I have to change the oil in my car,” Brittney said as she looked up from her phone to glare at the young man who wouldn’t take a hint from the first seven times she had told him no to a date.

“I could help with that!” Fritz said excitedly, “I change the oil in my robot girlfriend all the time!”

“Your invite to this table has been revoked,” Brittney declared and as she made a disgusted face.

“What did I say?” Fritz asked as he looked around at his friends.

“Dude, we’ll explain it to you later, but that’s creepy… even for us,” said a boy whose name I hadn’t learned yet said.

“Hey, my phone is dead. Can I text my parents from yours?” I asked Kevin sweetly as I kissed his cheek.

“Sure. Here,” Kevin replied as he dug his phone out and handed it to me, “Oh, and the naked pictures of you in there aren’t mine. They’re Brittney’s.”

Everyone at the table began laughing loudly except for Brittney who now glared at Kevin, “Your invite has also been revoked. I’m sure you and Fritz are smart enough to figure out somewhere else to sit, Chess club.”

Brittney still insisted on keeping her normal charade up at school despite both Kevin and I telling her we would support her if she wanted to come out. As Kevin closed his eyes and smiled while rubbing the back of his head I quickly slipped his phone into my bag and then went back to the normal lunch routine. When the bell rang Brittney ran interference with him to make certain I could slip away with his phone and that gave the two of us time to go through his contacts and make a list. We also got into the social media he was on so we could get even more invites to the party out.

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Hey slut! How does it feel to be free? My fingers grabbed my phone off my desk and looked at the message as a smile came to my face.

I slipped out of my small white cotton panties, which left me completely nude, and I stood in front of my mirror as I held my phone off to the side and posed to take a picture. I went back to the message and hit reply with the photo attached, Why don’t you come over and find out?

There was a bit of a pause and then another beep, Yer face on her body is creepy as fuck

I went back to the mirror and felt my eyes close and my skin tingle and when I opened them my normal face was smiling back at me. I took a few more pictures with more poses and then sent them along with an apology, Sorry. Better?

I flopped down on my bed and watched as my hands slowly roamed across my skin, across my belly, between my breasts, and then began circling my nipple as I teased it. I felt it fill as my body warmed. It felt so amazing to have Kevin back inside of me, playing with me just the way I liked it.

My phone chirped and my body paused its self-love to pick it up, Much. Thnx 4 the noodz.

One of my hands quickly typed back as the other hand went back to wandering my body, Np. Are U coming over? Missed you Pet.

There was a long pause but it gave my body time to play with itself and by the time I heard it chirp again I was close to panting, I have to get catering people lined up. Now that both of U are off house arrest, I have tons of planning to do. Fuck I missed you Mistress. I’m so wet right now.

I felt my fingers slowly work their way down to my still shaved pussy and tease my clit hood as I bit my lip. I whimpered as my fingers then slipped down my slit and inside of my folds just enough to tease myself. Suddenly my other hand was swinging the camera around and I clicked a selfie. I saw it as my body sent it. I looked like a sex vixen. I was biting my lips while my legs were spread and my eyes seemed to scream out in lusty want. I then typed out a message, Can you do any of that from here? I could help you. In more ways than one if you know what I mean.

It didn’t take long before the reply came in, B thr in 5.

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“What did the two of you do?” Kevin’s voice came out of my lips, sounding concerned.

“We just invited some people we found in your phone,” I replied back as my body got off the bed and went to the mirror.

“We thought you would be pleased, Mistress,” Brittney said as she pulled against her restraints and then looked at her wrists.

My head spun and I looked back at her with a neutral expression. She squirmed there, her wrists tied tightly to each corner of my bed with two of my nylons and one of her legs tied to the foot of my bed with one of the straps from my back pack that Kevin had been resourceful enough to work free in the middle of a passion fed frenzy of lesbian foreplay. I strutted to her and ran a finger from her knee all the way up to her chin slowly and then leaned forward and bit down harshly on one of her extended nipples. She convulsed under me and I saw her bite into her lip as she threw her head back and tried not to call out and alert my parents about what was really going on in my room.

“Pet, how many people did the two of you contact?” I asked in a sultry voice.

“All of them. If they were in your phone we found them. Not all of them could make it though, Mistress. We had four people decline.” Brittney whimpered back.

“The two of you have been busy little girls. Should I be pleased that you have been so industrious, or upset that you kept this from me?” I asked as my head hovered just millimeters over hers, our lips almost touching.

She leaned up and tried to kiss me, but I jerked back just far enough so that she could still feel my hot breath on her cheek. She stretched her neck further but couldn’t quite reach my cherry red lips. She fell back to the bed with defeat and then said, “Pleasure or punishment is for you to decide, Mistress. I’m only here to serve!”

“Oh Pet, I do love it when you answer correctly.”

I slid down her body and brought my lips to her inner thighs and began kissing my way up them. I slipped an arm under her leg and forced her into a vertical split and then brought my tongue to her drooling slit and began licking. Brittney was making strange sounds. Like someone was punching her in the stomach and she was trying to hold her abs tight while they hit her. She swallowed loudly above me and then called out, “Please Mistress! Gag me! Gag me so I don’t ruin everything! I almost screamed!”

I sat up and wiped her juices off my lips and chin with my arm and smiled at her evilly, “Of course Pet! You know I can’t refuse you.”

I crawled up and over her, dragging my breasts across her skin, the softness of her flesh sending shivers sparking outward from my nipples. I grabbed the headboard and then straddled her face and slowly lowered myself down on her mouth. I let out a quick breath and then simply commanded, “Begin.”

Brittney nodded as her magical little tongue went to work on my love mound. She dutifully licked, sucked and gently nibbled anything and everything. My body was turbulent with euphoria as she drank my nectar and then teased more out of me. Kevin directed my eyes downward and I saw how delighted her face was. If I had control of my body I would rather be doing this with Kevin himself, but I had to admit in that moment she was sexy as hell. My stomach sucked in and my toes curled as I gripped the head rail on the top of my bed tightly and let out an “Ah!” louder than I should have as an orgasm burned its way through every nerve ending in my body. My eyes clamped shut and I was tossed around on the waves of bliss as they coursed through me like a ship on a stormy sea.

Finally I came down. I let go of the bed and my strength left me as I fell down on Brittney like a sack of potatoes tipping over. I panted as I caught my breath and felt Brittney struggle underneath me as she tried to maneuver with my weight on top of her. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and wondered when Kevin was going to pick me back up. I suddenly realized I could see his fourteenth birthday party in my mind and realized he had passed out!

I tried to move my own limbs, but it felt like they were in molasses. I managed to work myself upright as I looked down at Brittney and mumbled out, “Something…” I brought my hands to the tight knots at her wrists but struggled with my own fingers as it felt like I was wearing thick gloves, “Wrong,” I managed to get out.

I saw worry spark in her eyes as she looked at her wrists and started to tug on her own. As she worked at her restraints harder, the headboard of my bed bounced off my wall making even more noise. I heard my father call out, “Is everything okay up there sweetie?”

Finally my fingers managed to grab at the right spot on the tie at Brittney’s wrist and the first knot let go, freeing her one hand. She grabbed at the other and quickly undid it, and then went to work on her leg. I flopped off the bed managed to stand upright as I tried to get to my closet. I heard my Dad’s footsteps coming down the hallway.

I felt my eyelids flitter and my head shake and I turned to look at Brittney who had a panicked look on her face. My body charged the rest of the way across the room and grabbed a robe and flung it across the room to Brittney who slipped into it and then dove onto her stomach across my bed, grabbing a magazine from the floor. I slipped into another robe just as my father was knocking on the door.

I opened it up and said cheerfully, “Hi Daddy!”

“What was that noise?”

“What noise? We both had our earbuds in listening to the new Airy Anna Mocha song,” I said as I blinked innocently.

“Then how did you hear me knock?” He looked at me suspiciously.

“I just took out my earbuds because I was going to use the potty and heard you knock Daddy. What’s going on? Was it a loud noise? Like someone breaking in?” I asked as my face displayed concern.

“What? No. It sounded like something bouncing off the wall,” he said as he looked around my room.

I felt one of my feet slowly hook a toe in Brittney’s lace panties that were on the floor just behind me and slip them to the side behind the door as Brittney looked up at him, “That might have been me Mr. Summers. I was rocking on the bed to the song.”

My father let out a sigh and rubbed his face with his hand, “You guys have to be more aware of your surroundings, okay? You might bust a whole in the drywall if you hit the bed against it hard.”

I pouted as I nodded, “Sorry, Daddy! We’ll be more careful.”

He turned to leave and I called out, “Daddy!” When he spun to look at me I made a kissing face at him and asked, “What do you think of this shade of lipstick? Brittney brought it over for me to try. She said it’s from a new make-up company in Paris! Isn’t it awesome?”

“It looks a little too bright red to me, sweetie. I like it when you look more natural,” he said with a shrug.

I sighed and pouted at him again, “Spoil sport.”

“Sorry sweetie. I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Daddy you’re such a cornball!” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t you two have school tomorrow? Brittney better be heading home soon. I don’t know if she has a curfew, but she’s not breaking yours,” my father said as he waved his hand at me and went back down the stairs.

I closed the door and a sigh of relief came out of my lips, “That was close.”

“What happened?” Brittney asked with a look of concern on her face.

“I couldn’t take it. You were too good for me Pet,” I said with a sly grin coming to my face.

Brittney stood on my bed and did a curtsy in the robe as she said, “I aim to please you in all things, Mistress.”

I took her hands and helped her off the bed and into my waiting embrace as I whispered in her ear, “You do please me, Pet.”

I then kissed her passionately on the lips. She brought her tongue to mine and we fought over whose mouth they would play inside of. Then suddenly I felt a tingle and blinked as I saw Brittney’s eyes pop open and she began to swallow Kevin as he transferred bodies. A few moments later and Brittney was holding me up in her arms as the weakness from when Kevin left my body passed through me. I regained my balance and then shook my head as I saw Brittney start to collect her clothing and slip back into it. First her fancy lacy bra. She clipped it on her stomach, flipped it around and then up as she slid her arms into it and then got the girls situated. She then grabbed her panties with her toes and flipped them up into her hand so she could step into them. She then snatched her small tank top off the floor along with her thin blouse and her skirt and worked her way into it all. When she finished she slipped into her shoes and worked her feet back and forth a few times before smiling at me while she ran her fingers through her hair.

“Fuck! He even gets dressed like me! Like even in the same order!” she whined which caused me to giggle, “You don’t think it’s creepy?”

“I think it’s impressive that he can impersonate people so easily,” I replied with a shrug.

“Unless I want to change just a few things,” Brittney suddenly said as she rolled her hips and then smacked a hand on her own ass.

“Are you leaving?” I asked her and meant both of them.

“Do you mind if I spend the night at Brittney’s?” She asked as she suddenly had a questioning look on her face.

“I suppose not. You were in me since after lunch,” I replied as I twirled my hair around a finger, “I won’t get too jealous she stole my boyfriend.”

“That’s where you went!” Brittney exclaimed and then looked at me, “Wait… so when you were standing all close to me in the hallway after seventh period and I felt your hand on my lower back and you were breathing on my neck while you looked at my phone…”

“Me but not me,” I said with a giggle.

“Oh fuckersticks I was worked up after that!” She said as she scowled at me, “I didn’t know we could have snuck off to the bathroom!”

“Next time maybe,” I replied with a shrug.

“Wait… Don’t I get a say in bringing my best friend’s creepy boyfriend home in my body?” Brittney suddenly asked.

“Nope!” Her own mouth replied with a smile and then she walked up to me and gave me her typical excited hug as she kissed me quickly on the cheek and said, “Okay, night slut! After school practice, not before, remember that!”

I rolled my eyes as I realized that’s exactly what Brittney would have reminded me about as she turned to leave. I watched her strut out my bedroom door happily and as she went down the steps she waved without looking back, “Toodles!”

[xorg]

Chapter 11

I was putting some books in my locker the next morning when Brittney suddenly appeared next to me. I gave her a smile and a wink as I opened my mouth to greet her until I suddenly noticed the distressed look on her face, “What’s wrong Britt?”

She glanced around quickly and after making certain no one was close enough to hear her whispered in my ear, “He’s still inside me. Take your boyfriend back!”

I couldn’t help but giggle, “It can’t be that bad, I mean honestly Brittney, come on.”

She took three deep breaths and then leaned against the locker next to mine, “Oh, it was a great night. He helped me with all of the birthday stuff, he helped me wash myself in the shower, he even helped me get off three times before I fell asleep.”

“So what’s the problem then?”

“He also pulled the guest list out of my memories.”

“So…?” I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Brittney’s body twitched a bit and her gaze went stone serious, “You two have to call off the party. You sent invites out to everyone I know… Everyone. You two don’t realize what you’re bringing here. Didn’t you two ever stop to think there might be a reason why I didn’t bring any of my other life with me?”

“Kevin?”

“Duh,” Brittney replied after another twitch, “Of course it was him! Do I ever talk like that?”

“The party is tomorrow,” I said with a frown and a shrug, “It’ll be fine. I mean, Brittney do you remember that party that you threw last year after homecoming? People still talk about that party. It was crazy.”

“That’s what I told him!” Brittney exclaimed with wide eyes as she tossed her hands out to the side until her posture suddenly changed, “I am not going to say it again, you guys are making a mistake.”

Brittney’s face pulled into a frown and she started to shake as she clenched her fists and brought them to her sides, “Chess club it will be fine. Now GET OUT!”

“Fine then. Let’s go look for a spot for me to get out then,” Brittney replied to herself quietly.

“What’s wrong with Amy? She’s right there,” Britney continued the conversation with herself as she motioned to me.

“I need to pick up a few things for the party. I don’t want to make her skip class.”

Brittney let shook her head and let out a sigh as she spun and started walking down the hallway, “See you later cutie,” She called out as she waved over her shoulder and then I could see her body shake and as she growled out, “Stop doing that! It’s freaky!”

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Brittney let out a contented sigh as she plopped down next to me at lunch and leaned over on my shoulder. I heard her taking deep breaths while Kevin plopped down across the table from me. He gave Brittney an exasperated look and then took a bite of an apple.

Suddenly I heard a voice, and looked over to see Brad with a cocky smile on his face as he stood by the edge of our table, “You really think anyone will show up for dingus’s birthday party tonight? Even if you have it at Brittney’s mansion? It doesn’t matter what you promise everyone, they can smell his loser-ness from a mile away.”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to Brad. I just thought we would invite everyone from school,” I replied with as I glared up at him.

“Oh there is no way I would be caught dead at that party,” Brad said as his smile somehow got wider, “But I wanted to come over and wish officially shit stain here a happy birthday.” Brad then reached over and grabbed a small container of chocolate milk and dumped it over Kevin’s lunch and crumpled it in his hand and bounced it off Kevin’s forehead as he started to laugh.

Brittney suddenly stood up, which caused Brad to take a step back quickly while his eyes went to where her small balled fists were. She took a one deep breath and then said in a low tone, “Brad if you don’t turn around this instant and go back to the loser table I will reach up your ass, grab your tongue, and use it like a rubber sling shot line to fling you across this lunch room.”

Brad started to turn and then hesitated as he suddenly asked, “Why do you give a fuck about this little shit stain Britt? You’re the one that dumped a slushy on his head not that long ago. Now you’re all chummy with him?”

“I don’t give a shit about Chess club,” Brittney said as she stepped out from the lunch table and started to walk around to stand toe to toe with Brad and lock eyes with him before continuing, “But he’s dating Amy, and Amy is a cheerleader. I do give a shit about my cheerleaders. I don’t let anyone mess with them, and by extension their boyfriends or siblings. Therefore Chess club, as nauseating as he may be, is under my protection. Oh, and there is the truce that we had to swear into after the cheerleader beat down. You remember that? Or do you really want cheerleader beatdown round two in the middle of the lunch room? I was really honestly disappointed that I wasn’t the one who got to break your nose the last time and it’s been gnawing at me. Seriously, you’d be doing me a favor. The want to punch you in the face has been getting so bad recently it wakes me up nights.”

Brad gulped and held his hands up as he took a step back and then turned to go back to the table across the lunch room where the rest of the football players were sitting. Brittney let out a snort and called out loudly, “Yeah that’s right you better walk away you pussy.”

Vince stood up from the table he was at until Brittney’s gaze locked onto him and she raised one eyebrow as she yelled across the lunchroom, “Sit back down before I come over there and make you sit down little boy.”

Vince glanced at Brad until Brittney took a step in his direction and then he dropped unceremoniously to the bench at his table and went back to shoveling food in face. He continued glaring at her but I watched as she flipped some hair over her shoulder and plopped back down next to me effectively ignoring him completely. She took a few napkins off the center of the table and tossed them at Kevin, “Clean up your mess chess club. Or find a different table to sit at. I don’t particularly care.”

“Thanks, Britt,” He said as picked up the napkins and began wiping at the milk.

“For what? I was serious, Chess club. I don’t give a flying fuck about you, but he does not get to mess with Amy’s boyfriend. That just happens to be you right now,” Brittney said as she blinked her long eyelashes a few times, “Now give me your cookie. We’ll call it payment for letting you sit at my table. Either that or let me punch you in the face and break your nose. I’m one broken nose short of my quota today.”

I watched as Kevin tried not to smile to obviously while he picked his cookie up and handed it over to Brittney and then went back to cleaning up his milky mess. Hannah leaned forward and looked over at Brittney as she asked, “Why are you letting the party happen at your house if you don’t even like him Britt?”

“Oh she’s not having the party at her house,” Kevin said as he pushed the rest of his soupy lunch into a bag and then wiped his fingers off on the napkin, “She’ll call it off in a few hours and make fun of any nerds that show up.”

Fritz’s eyes went wide and he dropped his sandwich to the table and then let out a sigh, “Damn it! I thought I was going to actually get to go to the first cool people party of my high school career!”

I batted my eyelashes and pouted at Kevin as I asked in a sad voice, “You know if you keep this up I’m going to think you don’t actually want us to throw you a party. Do you not want to have fun with us?”

Kevin suddenly looked at me with an odd expression and let out a slow breath, “Just trying to give you one last out before this plan is locked in.”

“Hey Chess Club, I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you thank Amy for throwing you a party and then thank me for letting her host it at my house before I get seriously pissed off and we go back to dumping slushies on you,” Brittney suddenly chimed in with her eyebrows raised.

Kevin looked over at her but didn’t respond and so Brittney grabbed the cookie in her fingers and snapped it in half, “Hey did you ever noticed how satisfying it is to snap something in half? Let me see your finger for a minute Chess club. I want to show you a neat trick.”

“Thank you Amy. I appreciate you throwing me a party,” Kevin said as he smiled at me and then looked toward Brittney, bowed his head, before continuing, “And one million gratitudes my most magnificent high empress for allowing me, a simple peasant, to have a celebration at your palatial estate. It is far above anything I deserve and I will forever be in your debt because of it.”

“Ow Ow!” Rachel cheered, “Brittney when I get a boyfriend I want you to train him too!”

Brittney just shrugged as she stood up, “It’s all about establishing the fact that they understand that they’re useless and you let them hang around you on a whim. Now, I have to get some books out of my locker and get ready for a test. Chess club, don’t be late tonight or I swear I will cut your cake without you.” She started to walk away from the table and then looked back over her shoulder at all of us and said, “Oh, and Fritz, you’re not invited. I told Amy not to invite any dorks. Somehow your name must have slipped through the filter. So… Yeah, I don’t know, go play some video games or something,” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and then stormed out of the lunch room, almost knocking some girl and her lunch over as she shoved open the door.

“I got uninvited from the same party twice in the same day?” Fritz asked as he again dropped his sandwich.

“Fritz, you can come. Don’t worry about Brittney,” I promised him as I winked and then saw Rachel and Hannah looking at me with wide eyes, “What?”

“Nothing. Brittney’s got a soft spot for you, so she might only break one of your legs. Or kick you off the team… Either way, it’s on you and I get the number two spot on the squad,” Rachel said as she shrugged.

“As if. I get number two spot,” Hannah said as she lightly shoved Rachel with furrowed eyebrows.

“Either way, if I get uninvited again, nobody re-invite me. I don’t want to beat my record of number of times uninvited to the same party in one day if it’s Kevin’s party…” Fritz said as he picked his sandwich back up and went to take a bite.

“You got uninvited more than twice to the same party in one day before?” Hannah asked with wide eyes.

Fritz nodded, “Yeah, my mom thinks I’m a bit of a downer, so she was on the fence about having me at her party.”

“Oh Fritz! Your mom!” I said in a sympathetic voice as my eyes popped out of my head and I covered my mouth with my hands… Mostly to keep anyone from seeing that I was almost breaking out in a laugh. Hannah, Rachel, and Tiffany didn’t seem to have the same restraint and openly began giggling.

Kevin quickly put an arm around his friend’s shoulder and said in a reassuring voice, “Don’t worry Fritz. As long as I’m invited, you’re invited. Plus I have a feeling not even you will be able to kill this party.”

“What about Brittney? I really don’t want to piss her off. She scares me… Like… she scares me more than Brad when he was beating you up,” Fritz questioned, “You don’t have any luck when it comes to bullies man,” He paused and shrugged, “Well, I mean, at least this one is hot. But she goes full super saiyan, whereas before at least it was just regular human jocks.”

Another one of Kevin’s friends added in, “Yeah, at least you could stop jocks by slipping into the library… It’s like their kryptonite,” He paused as he sighed, “But I’m pretty certain Brittney doesn’t have any weaknesses… To even actually hurt her I heard you have to find her spawn point, have the crystal key to open the locked chest she keeps her heart in, _and then _you have to have an adamantite dagger that’s been enchanted to at least hit and damage rating plus seven on top of being blessed by a priest, a monk and shaman in a ceremony that takes seven full days and nights to complete… And that only stops her for day on top of unleashing her final form.”

“You guys are all over-reacting. It’ll be fine. Brittney will be far too busy with other party stuff tonight to worry about what a few of us are doing,” Kevin said in a reassuring tone.

Hannah smirked at Kevin and replied, “Sure new guy. Brittney’s been running this entire school since her second week here. I’m going to laugh when she pops both your arms out of their sockets at your own birthday party.”

Kevin just shrugged at her and replied, “I guess we’ll see then.”

Fritz suddenly chimed back in and said, “I think I’m going to side with Kevin on this one,” And went back to quietly eating his sandwich. Hannah and Rachel exchanged looks and then rolled their eyes at Fritz before asking in unison, “Why?”

“Um, hello, I’m eating at the cheerleader table,” Fritz replied without looking up from his sandwich, “I’ve been going to this school for three years now and I would never have thought this was possible. On top of that he’s dating Amy while not being a football player and he just got Brittney to chase Brad away from him. That’s like a trifecta of things I would never have believed even a month ago.”

Hannah and Rachel didn’t seem to have a response and then Fritz added, “Weren’t both of you wearing a tank top that had his name on it a little while ago?”

“Okay fine nerd. Don’t rub it in,” Rachel said as she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Fritz,” Kevin said as he stood up from the table and slapped his friend on the shoulder, “And for your reward you can come and help me.”

“Where are you going?” I asked as Fritz held up his half eaten sandwich and said, “Dude, I didn’t even get to finish eating!”

“I’m gonna borrow some stuff from the A/V club for tonight’s party and Fritz is gonna help me load it up, right bud?” Kevin replied as he looked down at his friend.

“Yeah, I suppose. You ever notice how you can’t get anything done without me?” Fritz said as he stood up and they started to walk out of the lunch room as Fritz continued, “It’s like I’m Batman and you’re my sidekick or something. You’d be so useless without me. You don’t even have keys to the A/V room. You’re lucky I’m around to keep you out of trouble and…” Fritz’s voice trailed off as they turned the corner and I couldn’t help but giggle and roll my eyes at what everyone sitting around me thought they knew.

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Kevin shut off his car and let out a sigh as he looked over at me, “Well, let’s do this thing.”

I pouted at him, “You aren’t looking forward to your party?”

He smiled as he unhooked his seat belt and leaned across the car and kissed my cheek softly, “I appreciate what you and Brittney are trying to do, but I don’t think either one of you realizes the night you’re in for.”

I gave him a questioning look and unhooked my belt and got out of the car. I saw him walk around to the back of the car and open the trunk and disappear as he leaned inside it. He came back up holding a box in one hand with a hula hoop in the other and shut the trunk with his elbow as we both started walking to the front of the house.

“Hey!” Brittney called out excitedly as she opened the front door, “You guys are just a touch early! What’s in the box? I told you I’d get all the food and decorations.”

“I told you both that this was a bad idea,” Kevin said as he looked at her somberly, “I will not be apologizing for anything that happens tonight.”

“Okay Mr. Sourpuss,” Brittney said as she pulled down on her left cheek with one finger and stuck out her tongue, “Now what’s in the box!”

Kevin opened it up and we both peered in to see a shiny black top hat, some colored handkerchiefs, a funny looking wand, and other random things. He then walked past Brittney into the house and set the hula hoop down by the large speakers set up in the empty entertaining room just to the left of the front doors. As he came back in to the entrance way he then went to the large closet and tucked the box in it, but pulled out some of the handkerchiefs and two small balls and started to go up the stairs.

Brittney called out, “Hey, what’s this stuff for?”

“The Artist Formerly Known as Queen always gets pissy with me if I don’t do some magic at any party we’re both at.” Kevin said without looking back at her as he disappeared up the stairs.

Suddenly we heard some cars pulling in. Janice walked out from one of the back rooms and said, “The catering company is pulling in now to set up Miss Beldamore.”

“Oh thanks Janice,” Brittney said as she looked out the front door and waved to Hannah and Tiffany. I suddenly saw her scowl and yell, “I WASN’T WAVING TO YOU FRITZ! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?”

I started to giggle as more cars began pulling in. I stayed at the front door and greeted people and suddenly heard the music start as the DJ fired up the first song of the night and heard some of the cheerleaders already inside squeal excitedly. As more cars rolled in I glanced at Brittney and asked, “How many people did you say said yes to coming to the party?”

“Like ninety percent of the school slut. Go big or go home,” she replied with a shrug.

I sighed, “So why do you think he’s actually upset about this party? He thinks it will just get to big? I mean, how many people that he used to know would really come all the way here for a birthday party, right?”

“Whatever is up his bunghole, he could have stayed to greet people at his own party,” Brittney said as she suddenly frowned while looking down the driveway.

“What?” But before she could reply I saw a large limo heading down the driveway and asked, “Is that your parents?”

“No way. My parents would never be seen in something that gaudy and huge.” She replied as she nodded to more people and waved them in.

“Is that Elton Jaun getting out of that car?” I asked as I saw the door open.

She squinted and then looked at me and shrugged, “Maybe someone is wearing a costume?”

“Holy shit it’s Elton Jaun!” Someone exclaimed from the porch.

Before we could freak out any more about one celebrity getting out of a limo in front of Brittney’s house another limo came into view. Now Brittney had a confused look on her face as she glanced my way, “Who did you all invite again?”

“You told me to send out the e-invite to all the people that Kevin knew on social media… So I did,” I squeaked.

“Does he know the White Hot Chili Tamales? Because they’re getting out of a limo in my drive way right now.” Brittney pulled out her phone, “I’m going to need more food. I’ll text the catering people.” She stopped and looked up at me and then asked, “He said something about the Artist Formerly Known as Queen, didn’t he? You don’t really think…”

She paused as another limo came into view and then muttered, “Fuckersticks.”

[xorg]

Chapter 12

As Brittney started to freak out at the sheer number of limos in her driveway I was suddenly distracted by three statuesque blonde women walking up to the front door in black leather bodysuits and six inch stiletto heels. The one in the lead stopped and smiled at me as she held out her hand and said, “You must be Amy.”

“Uh, hi!” I said politely as I shook her hand, “Do I know you?”

She laughed lightly as she said, “Well you invited us sweetie,” She paused and winked as she leaned forward to say in a husky whisper, “My name is Tony. This is Jamal, and that’s Walter.”

“Oh! You guys are bod…” I started to say until she interrupted me, “Yeah cutie, we’re incognito.”

“Right, sorry,” I said as I blushed.

“Oh she’s delectable. Can I have her?” The blonde on her right said as she smiled at me in the same way a lion smiles at the site of a wounded antelope.

I let out a bit of a nervous chuckle as Tony looked back at her and said, “Jamal! Whose birthday is it?”

The woman pouted and said, “Kevin’s.”

“Right, and whose girlfriend is this?”

“Kevin’s.”

“And they were nice enough to invite us to this little shindig. So who is going to mind their manners?” Tony said as she stamped her foot.

“Jamal.”

“Good. Remember that. Who is the one who got your cousin out on parole early and set him up with a job so he could support his family?”

“Kevin.”

“Then I think you can give him one night of your best behavior.” Tony said as she put a finger on Jamal’s nose, “Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Okay. Then let’s go party!” Tony said as she spun and walked by me with a strut that even I couldn’t ignore.

Jamal still eyed me up with a sly grin as she walked by me and I overheard Walter say to her, “I hope this place doesn’t start on fire like the last get together Kevin had.”

I looked at Brittney who had overheard the exchange and she blinked several times rapidly and then spun and went into the house as she screamed out, “CHESS CLUB! Where is Kevin?”

Suddenly Rachel and Lauren grabbed my hands and pulled me into the house as they screamed, “Come dance with us!”

When I got into the main room that Brittney had the DJ set up in I noticed people working on the side to set something up. I couldn’t tell what it was and shrugged it off as I started to dance. Hannah and Tiffany soon joined us and we swung our hips and moved to the music. I laughed and ran my hands through my hair and looked around and noticed one of the blonde bodysuit triplets across the dance floor eyeing Hannah with a predatory gaze and sighed. When the song ended I heard Brittney yell out from the other side of the room, “Who the fuck ordered a stage to be set up? How the fuck did you people even get in here?”

“Uh oh. I better go check on her,” I said as I waved to the girls, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

I went over and found Brittney hyperventilating by the side of the stage and grabbed her by the shoulders, “It’s fine Britt. We’ll get through this.”

“Where the fuck is Kevin? Did you know the Artist Formerly Known as Queen is here and he’s demanding some kind of drink I’ve never even heard of! Oh and there is like four actors here. Like from Hollywood Amy! Hollywood. The ones that starred in that superhero flick last summer. They are here and asked where the bar is. I didn’t set up a bar!” She said as she pulled out her phone and started dialing a number. She started talking to the catering company on the other end of the line and telling them what she wanted but from the way she was waving her hand and shaking her head she was obviously not getting it.

Then Kevin walked around the corner in a white suit with a large red flower on his lapel and smiled as he saw us. He casually walked over and said, “Hey ladies! What’s up?”

He pulled the flower from his lapel and held it out for me. I smiled as I took it and smelled it. Brittney scowled at him as she covered the microphone on the phone and said, “Why didn’t you tell me half of these people would demand gluten free water or some sort of alcohol I’ve never even heard of!”

“Is that the catering company? Here, let me talk to them,” Kevin said as he held his hand out and Brittney rolled her eyes as she handed over her cell phone.

He put it to the side of his face and then said, “Hi, who is this? Hello Dexter. This is Kevin. Oh, hey man. Yeah. Yeah. Hey, can you put Vicky on for me? Thanks man,” Kevin paused as he smiled at us.

“When did he change into a suit?” I asked Brittney as I played with the flower he gave me.

“Where did he even get a fitted suit?” Brittney replied as she crossed her arms and looked at him.

“Oh Janice!” Kevin said as she walked by, “Could you be a lamb and pop down to the wine cellar and get some bottles from oh… eighty two, eighty five, and… um… eighty nine? Oh, and make sure you write down what you took and get me the list so I can replace it. Bring it to Bonnie and tell her it’s for Mr. Devarough and his friends. She’ll know what to do, okay?”

“Okay Mr. Kevin,” Janice said happily as she disappeared through the steadily increasing mass of people partying and then Kevin took his hand off the speaker, “Vicky! It’s Kevin, how are you? Great! How’s Bob?” Kevin paused as Brittney tapped her foot impatiently, “Wonderful! And what about the kids? Is Penelope still enjoying tumbling class? Yeah, I’m glad it worked out! I know the littles can be rough to put to bed if they don’t burn enough energy. Yeah. Anyway, the reason I’m calling is because I need some stuff brought over to the Beldamore party. Yeah, it looks like it’s going to be about as big as I thought, so just bring it all over now, along with the extras I put in for,” He paused and then sighed, “Vicky, C’mon. An hour and a half? We talked about setting this up for a quick response. I thought I was your buddy. I don’t want to be too pushy but I need this stuff like right now.” He paused again and nodded, “Okay, I can hold off for half an hour, but that’s it.” He paused again, “Okay, thanks Vicky, you’re a doll!” He paused once more and then added, “Oh I don’t know about that, but I’ll take the compliment! Bye now!”

He ended the phone call and looked at Brittney, “There. All taken care of Beautiful.”

“Can I have my phone back now?” Brittney asked as she cocked a leg.

“You could, but what about some magic instead?” he asked and suddenly everyone around us was watching.

I glanced nervously around uncertain if Kevin really understood that Brittney would actually pop his shoulders out of socket if anything happened to her phone and then looked back at Kevin. Brittney was not impressed and held her hand out for her phone, “I don’t want to see a stupid magic trick, I want my phone back.”

“You’re stressing too much. You need to relax. Everything will be fine,” Kevin said as he crouched slightly, cupped the phone in both hands and then flung it up into the air of the tall room.

“WHAT THE FUCK CHESS CLUB!” Brittney said as she put her hands up and looked to catch it. My head cocked back as I tried to keep an eye on the phone but suddenly I realized that it wasn’t a phone, it was a white bird. The bird flipped out its wings and flew off through the house and suddenly cheers erupted around us as everyone held up their hands and started to clap. I looked down at Brittney and started to laugh until I saw the scowl on her face and then looked back to Kevin.

Only Kevin wasn’t there. He had disappeared.

“Where the fuck did he go?” Brittney growled and added, “And my phone’s gone too!” She looked at me and then held out her hand, “Give me your phone!”

I nodded and reached into my pocket and pulled, but instead of my phone a small red handkerchief came out.

“Very funny,” Brittney commented but I looked up at her, “Hey! My phone’s gone too! It was in this pocket! Wait, maybe it’s still in there, the handkerchief is tied to something.”

I kept pulling and a yellow handkerchief came out, followed by a green, then a blue, then a purple, and then an orange, and after that the panties I had put on that morning came out of my pocket. I felt my face flush red as I clutched the pile of fabrics to my chest and everyone around started clapping and laughing once more. I looked at Brittney with wide eyes and then darted past her to find the nearest bathroom.

I pushed my way through the crowd and fought my way up the stairs and then cut the line as people yelled and slammed the bathroom door shut. I locked it and leaned back against it and let out a sigh I as started to untie my panties from the orange handkerchief. I looked up and suddenly saw a woman giving me an odd look.

“Oh. Sorry. My boyfriend magic’d my panties off and I need to get them back on,” I said with a shrug and then looked more closely at her, “Don’t I know you?”

She sniffled and then let out a small whimper as she shrugged at me. I handed her the orange handkerchief as she started to cry and she took it from me and blew her nose, “My boyfriend just broke up with me!”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” I said as I went and gave her a hug and then suddenly pulled back and muttered out, “Wait! You’re Yvonne Bahjorgson! You were on the cover of Magster’s hot one hundred last month!”

She gave me a weak smile and nodded as I continued, “You were on the cover of the swimsuit issue of Sports Illuminated too! I got the bikini you were wearing in that issue because it was so sexy!”

She nodded again and I asked “What are you doing here?”

She started to sniffle again and then began sobbing, “I came here to find my boyfriend! It’s his party! But he broke up with me instead!” the woman began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Wait… This is my boyfriend’s birthday party…” I said slowly as my eyebrows furrowed.

The woman stopped crying and looked at me, “You’re Kevin’s new girlfriend?”

“You’re his old girlfriend?” I asked in shock.

She started to sob again and blew her nose on the orange handkerchief and I held up the purple one for her to use as well. She took it and then looked at me, “What do you have that I don’t? Why did he break up with me? I don’t understand!”

I stood there with my mouth open and shrugged, “Uh…”

She suddenly scowled at me and reached into her purse and held out my phone, “Why don’t you ask him then! I need to know!”

“Where the… How the…” I stared at my phone in shock and then slowly took it from her like I was afraid of it disappearing again.

I tapped the screen and looked at it in wonder as I confirmed by the background it was actually my phone. I opened the messages and shot one off to Kevin, Well played Magic Man. How did you do that?

Almost instantly it chirped back, I can’t reveal my secrets my love. Sorry.

“ASK HIM!” Yvonne said as she stamped her foot and glared at me.

I took a breath as I glared back at her and typed, Hey, I’m in a bathroom with Yvonne Bahjorgson. She’s wondering why you broke up with her.

Suddenly Yvonne was next to me and pulling the phone toward her face as I rolled my eyes and sighed. When the phone chirped she pushed my hand out of the way to scroll down and get to the message, I never broke up with Yvonne.

A smile broke on her face for a moment until the phone chirped again and she read the next message, We were never a couple. We hooked up for one night in the Bahamas but the next morning she was going on about getting married and turned into a stage 10 psycho clinger. I bailed at lunch because she was talking about meeting my parents and asking what we were going to name our kids. Super fucking creepy.

Yvonne instantly broke down into hysterical sobbing as she slid down the wall and put her hands over her face, “He just waltzes into my life, gives me the most magical night of sex ever, and then dumps me in the trash like I’m some sort of used tissue! Why? Why!!!”

I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, “Chin up girlfriend! At least you know what went wrong now!”

“What’s so bad about trying to set up your future? I just wanted to make him happy!” she wailed as she blew her nose and I handed her yet another handkerchief.

“There are more fish in the sea. Buck up. Heck, there are plenty of guys here, let’s go find one!” I said as I stood up and held my hands out for her.

“WITHOUT KEVIN THERE IS NO REASON TO LIVE! I MIGHT AS WELL DIE HERE!” She screamed as she covered her face with her hands and began sobbing again.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine what went wrong now,” I muttered under my breath and suddenly my phone chirped again.

“Is it Kevin?” Yvonne looked up at me with a hopeful and slightly psychotic gleam in her eyes.

“No, it’s my friend Brittney,” I said as I looked at the text while Yvonne went back to crying, Where are you slut? Found my phone. DO NOT ASK WHERE. Have you seen Kevin?

I sighed and realized I did not want to stay with this little ray of sunshine for the rest of the night and so I looked at her and said, “She needs me, I have to go, you’re okay right?”

“I’m fine. I’ll just die here alone and unloved!” She said as she let out another sob.

I rolled my eyes as I opened the door and saw Fritz standing there. I grabbed his wrist and yanked him in the bathroom, “Hey Fritz, do you know Yvonne?”

He shot me a questioning look and then his eyes popped open as he looked down at the supermodel crying on the floor. I pushed him down next to Yvonne and said, “Hey did you ever meet Kevin’s best friend Fritz? If you wanted to know more about Kevin he’s probably the best person to ask.”

She stopped sniffling and blinked her eyes clear and smiled at him, “You want to talk with me for a while?”

“Um… Y…Y…Yes.” Fritz mumbled as he looked up at me and mouthed the words, “Thank you!”

Yvonne put her head on Fritz’s shoulders and as she started to babble I slipped out the door only to realize I had never gotten back into my panties. I sighed and stuffed them in my pocket and then frowned as I looked at the sea of people. Everywhere I looked it was standing room only. I let out a groan and made my way down the hallway looking for anyone I could recognize. My phone started ringing again suddenly and I saw it was Brad. I was going to hang up but for whatever reason I swiped to accept the call.

“What Brad?” I said with a bit of a tone.

“Hey, the idiot doorman won’t let me into the party. Can you tell him to let me in?” He asked and then after a moment added, “Please?”

“What doorman? We don’t have a doorman!” I asked, “Oh whatever. I can’t hear you through all the people! I’ll make my way there!” I said as I hung up and started pushing my way to the door through the massive crowd.

After about ten minutes I managed to get there and saw three impossibly large men in black suits with sunglasses standing at the door with a red rope hanging between a few stands. A large line of people were standing outside on Brittney’s lawn and at the front of the line were Brad and the rest of the football team.

“Amy! Amy, tell them you know us!” Brad pleaded and one of the men grabbed him by the collar and shoved him backwards away from the red rope and gave him a menacing stare.

“What the heck is going on here?” I asked loudly as I looked at them.

“They’re not on the list Miss Summers,” One of the large men said as he held out a clipboard for me to see. He towered over me and his arms were larger than the size of my waist and I squeaked a little and stepped back, “Oh. Okay.”

Suddenly Kevin strolled out the door and put his hand around my waist, “Hey cutie, whatcha up too?”

I looked and saw he was now wearing a black suit and he pulled a bright yellow flower from his lapel and tucked it in my hair gently as he smiled at me. I blinked several times and shook my head and then said, “Brad called me. He said he couldn’t get in.”

“He’s not on the list Kevin,” The huge black man with the clipboard said as he tapped it loudly.

“Benny! This is Bradly Fitzgerald! He’s the quarterback for the Trojans! He threw for two touchdowns in last week’s game! We go way back! You’re embarrassing me by not letting my friends in!” Kevin said as he unhooked the red rope and motioned the football players across.

“Sorry Kevin,” the large black man said as his shoulders slumped.

“Oh don’t worry about it Benny. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. It’s not your fault. I’ll go and talk to the guy that wrote up the list. That’s where the problem is,” Kevin said as he fist bumped one of the football players as they walked by and into the house.

Brad gave me a confused look as I shrugged at him and he waved to Kevin as he went in the door while Kevin continued to talk to Benny.

“Hey, after this thing cools down are you going to come in and grab some ice cream with me? I made sure they have your favorite!” Kevin said in a cheerful voice.

“Pistachio? You made sure they had pistachio ice cream?” Benny said as he lowered his sunglasses and looked at Kevin.

“Hey, who takes care of you big guy?”

“Damn straight man!” Benny said as he fist bumped Kevin, “You should get back in there, it’s your party after all.”

“Thanks for watching the front gate Benny,” Kevin said as he waved at him and lead me back into the house by the small of my back.

“No prob Kevin,” Benny hollered as we walked back into the pounding music, noise and strobe lights of the party.

“There he is!” Someone yelled, “SPEECH!”

Kevin rolled his eyes and sighed as he made his way to the stage and hopped up on it and then looked down at the guy who had yelled out to him, “Thanks Not Queen Anymore!”

The short man in a salmon colored silk shirt and matching headband pushed his way over next to me and cheered out as he pumped his fist in the air, “Let’s see some magic!”

Suddenly Kevin had a microphone in his hand and he turned it on and tapped it lightly as the music died down, “Okay well, wow. What a birthday party. I was not expecting this, let’s be honest. I’d first like to thank the lovely ladies who put so much work into this to make it as amazing as it is! My beautiful and talented girlfriend Amy Summers everyone!” He pointed at me and suddenly there was a light on me. I held a hand up and blinked, as I looked around trying to find where it was coming from as Kevin continued, “You know I’ve only known her a short time, and I realize I’m young, but guys I really think she’s special. I don’t know a lot about love, but I can’t wait to figure it out with her.”

A cheer went out from the crowd and Kevin held his hands above his head and clapped and then brought the microphone back down, “And let’s not forget the host of tonight’s party! She’s as pretty as she is intelligent, Brittney Beldamore everyone!” Kevin pointed and another spot light appeared on Brittney as she struggled down the stairs through the sea of people with a scowl on her face as she called out, “Chess club I’m going to skin you alive!”

“She’s a firecracker, isn’t she, everybody?” Kevin said into the microphone as he clapped and people started to clap and laugh, “Let’s get her a path so she can make her way up here, okay? While she’s on her way up I’d like to say thanks to everyone who traveled here tonight just to celebrate with me. It means the world to me that you’re all taking time out of your busy lives to kick it with me for a few hours. I know that you guys probably had way better things going on tonight!”

There was a pile of whistles, clapping, cheering and call outs going through the crowd and Kevin continued, “I’d also like to thank my life mentor Norman! Normy where are you bud? Of course he’s nowhere to be found when I want to introduce him. I swear that guy will be late to his own funeral!” Kevin paused as some folks let out some chuckles and then continued on, “So I mean without further ado I think we should all get back to partying! I want everyone to remember there is food in the back room, bars are set up over there, over there, and over there and of course out by the pool, and restrooms are… um… I don’t even know where all the bathrooms are in this house, but I’m sure you guys will figure it out. Oh, and one more thing, DJ PitDog just rolled in from Brazil and said he wants to kick it with us for a bit! Can you believe that?”

Kevin pointed behind him on the stage as the curtain dropped and out walked half a dozen dancers and a bald man in sunglasses stood behind some serious DJ equipment with a smile on his face. The room erupted in cheers as everyone realized we were in for a great show. Suddenly the short man next to me started yelling. He looked back at his entourage and they began chanting too. Then suddenly the blonde bodysuit triplets were there chanting something as well. Then a few more people showed up chanting. As the kept going the random cheering died down and I finally heard what they were screaming.

“MAGIC! MAGIC! MAGIC! MAGIC!”

Kevin sighed and rolled his eyes, “The Artist Formerly Known as Queen everyone. I think we all know what he’s expecting. Okay Okay, I’ve got you guy. I’m going to need my lovely assistant though, where is she?”

He looked over just as Brittney was climbing onto the stage. She walked over to him and cocked a hip, “Chess club I do not remember changing outfits. Why am I in a new outfit?” She looked down at herself and gestured at the shiny top that accentuated her curves and the tight fitting black yoga pants.

“Hey Britt. I need your help for a minute okay?” He said into the microphone.

“Get bent! Your buddy from the IronSuit movie grabbed my ass! He’s lucky he still has teeth,” Brittney called out loud enough to get picked up by the mic.

“Robby Jr is a bit of a party guy, isn’t he?” Kevin said into the microphone and the crowd laughed, “C’mon Brittney it’ll take but a minute.”

“Fine. What.” She said as she looked out at the sea of people watching her, “And if you make my phone disappear again I’m going to stab you with one of my heels.”

Kevin reached down, let go of the microphone, and picked up what looked to be a shower curtain hanging from a large ring off the stage floor. He then grabbed Brittney by the waist and tugged her close to him despite her squirming slightly. He began raising the ring until both he and Brittney were hidden by the curtain. He stopped just as the bar with the curtain dangling below it got to neck level and wiggled his eyebrows at the crowd. Brittney rolled her eyes and said, “Get on with it Chess club.”

He raised the ring and the curtain as high as he could bring his arm and The Artist Formerly Known as Queen brought up his hands excitedly as he looked at me and screamed, “He’s going to do it! He’s gonna do it!”

Suddenly the hand holding the ring let go, and the curtain dropped and where two had been standing now only Brittney remained. She shot everyone a dazzling smile as she held up her hands and everyone cheered loudly and looked around for where Kevin had disappeared to. I rolled my eyes as I had a pretty good guess where he was right now. Brittney looked back at DJ PitDog and asked, “Can I get a beat please?”

The man nodded to her and she hooked her left foot into the ring and flipped it up as it came loose from the curtain and she caught it with her hand. The Artist Formerly Known as Queen let out a squeal as he called out, “It’s the hula hoop routine!” I blinked and looked up at Brittney as she dropped the hula hoop down her body until it got to her waist and she bounced out one hip and started it spinning to the music. Her body began moving and dancing as the backup dancers took their place out on either side of her. She was utterly hypnotic as she would let the ring go down to her ankles and then flick it back up her legs, then up around her neck as she danced and her arms went up and through, down and around while the hula hoop kept going like it was being propelled by some unseen force. Then she would drop it back to her waist and spin to show off her perfect ass as she gyrated it around. Then it was up her arm, and she alternated which one it spun on as she and the backup dancers wandered around the stage. She flicked it into the air and brought her body in a T-shape with one foot on the ground as she bent at the waist with the other leg kicked straight back, all perfectly level and parallel with the stage. As the loop came down she caught it with her foot and began spinning it up her leg, then back down until she flicked it up again, bounded like a gymnast and while doing a handstand caught the ring with her feet again, still spinning it around and down her body until it got to her waist and then she cartwheeled back onto her feet. People were now cheering her on excitedly as she worked the hula hoop back up her body and then up one arm until she grabbed it in her hand as the song came to an end and then flipped forward, her hair whipping up and in front of her as she took a low bow.

People erupted into loud cheers as they called out for more and she popped back up and winked at us as she lowered the ring to the stage floor and then pulled it up suddenly as the curtain was now reattached. I watched with wide eyes and yelled out, “Go Brittney!”

She flicked her wrist and lowered the ring to her knees and then stepped inside and waved happily as she brought it up until she was covered and it was up as high as she could lift it. I rolled my eyes and expected it to drop and see Kevin standing there next to Brittney once more. I had to admit that these tricks were pretty fun even if I was one of the few people who knew how they were done.

Suddenly Brittney’s hand let go of the ring and it dropped to the stage floor, only this time there was no one there. The stage where she had been standing was now empty.

“Where did she go? Where did he go? How did he do that?” I muttered in astonishment.

One of the Blonde bodysuit triplets leaned over and called out over the cheering in my ear, “None of us gots no idea, but if y’all ever find out, y’all need ta tell me, kay?”

“How did who do what?” Kevin’s voice asked and I spun to find him standing behind me, this time wearing jeans, a band t-shirt, and a sports jacket looking at me with a cocked eyebrow.

The Artist Formerly Known as Queen danced giddily as he screamed next to me with glee, “It’s so amazing!”

I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Where’s Brittney?”

“Where do you want her to be?” He asked me with a large grin.

I let out a sigh and shot him a patronizing look, “What, no flower this time?”

Kevin suddenly blinked and looked questioningly at my hair, “What did you do with the flower I gave you last time?”

“What? It’s still there!” I said and felt my head and noticed it was gone, “Where did it go?”

“What’s that?” he asked as he reached up to my head and then pulled back his hand holding a live wiggling goldfish by the tail.

“What the f…” I started to say as The Artist Formerly Known as Queen squealed and brought his hands to his mouth and danced around in a circle.

“Huh. That’s weird,” He said as he grabbed a cup from someone nearby and asked, “Is this water? Eh, close enough for now.” And dropped the fish in it.

“Do you just have a fish up your sleeve all the time?” I asked him as I felt up and down both of his arms.

“Are you asking if I walk around with a live fish hidden in my clothes all the time? Because that would be kind of creepy,” He said as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “Besides, it wasn’t in my sleeve. It was in your hair.”

I let out a squeak and grabbed at my head and petted around, wondering if there were any more hidden aquatic stowaways. Kevin turned and started walking toward the back of the house, “I better find this guy a tank of water before he’s belly up.”

“Wait!” I called out and started after him, but as two bodies came together in front of me and then separated he was suddenly gone. I let out a sigh and looked around for any trace of him. Suddenly an older woman who was completely naked called out, “Come on everybody! We’re going streaking!” and darted past me with a loud “Woo hoo!” I blinked a few times and then saw Brad off on the far side of the room call out in startled voice, “Mom? What the hell!”

Suddenly at least three dozen people who were all naked went running through the room and as they went past everyone began cheering like crazy. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out and saw a text from Brittney, How the fuck did I get in my bedroom? Where are you? I’m going to kill Kevin with an ice cream scooper!

I tucked my phone in my pocket and made my way through the crowd trying to get up the stairs and to Brittney’s bedroom. As I shoved my way through people in the hallway and managed to make it to Brittney’s room I saw that she wasn’t in there, but a group of people were crowded around the lead guitarist from White Hot Chili Tamales. He took a sip from his glass and I heard him say, “So we were in the middle of nowhere Ohio and our tour bus broke down, right? And who happens to be driving by in a giant tow truck but Kevin! And he’s got this knockout hot redhead next to him. He says he’s on the way to pick up the Ferrari that she crashed, but as long as he’s driving by he’ll give us a tow into the next town. So we get hooked up, he drags us to a hotel and we started jamming for a little bit. He showed me this kick ass riff and I was like I need to put that in our next song and he goes, sure, go for it man! He’s a class fucking act, mate!”

I pulled out my phone and texted, Where are you? You’re not in your bedroom! Still looking! I turned and went down the hallway and suddenly Hannah grabbed my arm, “You have to come see who is in the pool!” She drags me through the hallway and down to the pool room off the side of the house and she points, “It’s freak’n Gregory Pitts! He’s this year’s hottest man on the planet? And last years too! This party is ridiculous! C’mon! Let’s go swim with him!”

She peeled off her shorts and yanked off her tank top and dove into the pool. She looked back at me and motioned me to follow her, but I remembered that I still had my panties in my pocket and shook my head, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend, but you have fun, okay!”

She shrugged and swam off and I suddenly recognized a laugh and looked over to the hot tub and saw Kevin sitting on the side with his feet in the water wearing a pair of board shorts with a towel around his neck. I walked over to him and he smiled at me, “Hey, put your feet in the water. It feels great!”

“Have you seen Brittney?” I asked him but he shook his head and replied, “I’m sure she’s around. She’ll stand a better chance of finding us if we stay in one spot.”

I couldn’t argue with his reasoning so I sat down next to him and pulled out my phone and texted Brittney, At hot tub with Kevin. Come find us! I looked up and then did a double take as I realized that the lead actor from Space Wars was sitting across from us in the hot tub with a group of people around him.

“So I’m at this casino in Monaco minding my own business in the VIP area playing some baccarat right? And suddenly this kid comes in riding on a freak’n goat! A goat! He’s in a full tux with a completely stacked red headed girl in an utterly brief cocktail dress and he’s riding a goat. So these two suits and the pit boss walk over to him, and the pit boss goes, ‘Sir, you can’t bring a goat in here.’ And so the kid looks at him and goes, ‘Well the sign outside said no donkeys!’ with a straight look on his face!” The actor lets out a howling laugh along with everyone else in the hot tub, “So he hops off his ride and the suits take it and he goes over and drops one hundred and forty seven thousand seven hundred and thirty two dollars on red thirty two. The dude at the table gives him this look and then shrugs and spins the ball, right? And what does it land on? Huh? Huh? You got it! Red thirty two! Suddenly the Pit Boss is all worked up and he comes running back over and he’s all excited about how everything went down when the both the dealer and the Pit Boss notice the kid isn’t at the table anymore! He’s off walking to the bar with the red head. And so they call out, ‘Sir! You won! You have to come back!’ and he looks over at the red head and then back at the guys at the table and says to ‘em, ‘Keep the money, I already won.’ and walks to the bar! So I picked up my chips and headed over to buy the guy a drink because I told myself, this is a guy I have to get to know, right? And who does it turn out that kid is? This fucker right here!” The actor pointed at Kevin and laughed loudly, “And it’s been a wild ride ever since, huh?”

Kevin shrugged and rubbed the back of his head, “I have my good days and my bad days like everybody else.”

Suddenly I heard Brittney scream out loudly, “CHESS CLUB!” We spun and saw her at the doorway as she fumed. She was in a new outfit, a shiny pink tank top and short black skirt with black stiletto heels and dark nylons with her hair pulled back with a pink headband.

She stomped over and stopped just behind our backs and glared down at us as she pointed at Kevin, “There is a panda in my parents’ bedroom!” A few people started to laugh until she glared at them and then looked back to Kevin, “Not like a stuffed panda, or a mechanical panda, or even a baby panda.” She paused and sucked in a breath and screamed as she balled her fists at her waist, “A LIVE FULL GROWN FUCKING PANDA BEAR IN MY FUCKING PARENTS BEDROOM CHESS CLUB!”

The people in the hot tub couldn’t hold back anymore and started laughing loudly as Kevin leaned back and looked up at her and said with a smile and a wink, “Oh that’s just Pie Lynn. You’ll love him, he’s a sweetheart.”

“HE’S EATING MY PARENTS COMFORTER! HE’S DESTROYING THEIR BED!” She yelled back down at him.

“Oh that’s right they have the floral design with all the leaves and what not. I can see where Pie Lynn would be a bit confused.” Kevin said as he thought for a moment.

“CHESS CLUB!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and he backed away from her an inch or two.

“Well, I can sense that you’re concerned about this, and I want to make you happy, so I’ll take care of it, okay Britt?” He paused and looked over his shoulder, “Janice could you possibly get me some ants on a log?”

“I don’t think we have any ants Mr. Kevin,” She replied as she shook her head.

“Oh, no. I mean celery sticks with peanut butter and raisins on them,” Kevin replied, “Pie Lynn loves those.”

“Oh! Yes, I can whip some up real quick!” She nodded and headed off to the kitchen.

“I’ll come help. This seems to be a bit of an emergency,” Kevin said as he pulled his legs out of the hot tub and started after Janice.

“Where did Janice even come from? I didn’t see her there,” I muttered as Brittney just stood there shaking with rage.

“This was your idea!” She said as she pointed a finger at me, “You did this!”

I looked back at her and said, “You’re the one didn’t want to just invite his friends from school because it would be a nerd fest! Remember that?”

“Ladies! What is the problem?” an absolutely gorgeous redheaded woman completely naked save for a very tiny and almost transparent triangular thong asked as she pushed her way in between us and smiled, “You’ve both thrown a lovely party, why don’t you sit for a bit and enjoy it.”

“Listen lady, I don’t know who you are, but I’ll…” Brittney said as she cocked back an arm.

“Oh, how rude of me, I’m Norman!” The woman said as she winked at us slyly and then looked around to everyone giving her a strange look, “It’s a very common ladies name where I come from but everyone looks at me like that here!”

She let out a sultry peel of laughter as she looked back at us and said, “So I have you two to thank for the lovely invite to this little event? You see I was ever so disappointed when young Kevin sent me a letter a while back saying that he was leaving me and my lifestyle for good. I’m so happy that I get the chance to say goodbye in person!”

She wrapped an arm around both of us and pulled us tightly to her chest and I couldn’t help but feel her full perky breasts press against me and noticed that her nipples were like little pebbles stabbing into me. She let us go and then reached down and ran a finger over her extended nubs and then added, “I have to say, now that I see you both in person I’m a bit curious why he’s throwing it all away, but he’s a sharp boy so I’m certain you’re both…” She paused and gave us a cheshire grin, “worth it.”

“I can’t believe we’re meeting Norman! Were you along for all of these little adventures I’ve been learning about today?” I asked as I took in the woman who stood in front of me and realized it was Kevin’s body hopper mentor.

“Well, some of them,” She said with a shrug that caused her breasts to wobble obscenely, “You see our little Kevy didn’t really come out of his shell for the first, oh, three or four months that I knew him, and then after a bit I might have left him a bit rashly and he flew solo for a while, but you have to kick the baby birds out of the nest to see if they have learned how to fly at some point, right?”

“Um I suppose,” I replied with a shrug and noticed Brittney slowly edging away with a bit of a frightened look on her face.

“What’s wrong dear?” The woman said to Brittney as she followed my gaze.

“I… have to…” Brittney stuttered out but her voice eventually trailed off as she turned to go.

Norman strolled after her with a sway to her hips and I looked at everyone in the hot tub blankly and waved at them as I turned to follow, “It was lovely meeting all of you!”

They all waved goodbye and I jogged to catch up to Norman. She disappeared around a corner and I ran the next bit to catch up but when I got there she was gone. I frowned and looked around but couldn’t see her in the sea of people. Suddenly I saw a closet door opening not far from me and noticed it was Brittney walking out of it. She had a grin on her face and strange look in her eyes and as I got close to her.

“Hey, why did you bail? Where did Norman go?” I asked and then looked into the still partially open closet door and saw the redhead passed out on the floor with a few coats tossed on top of her like there had been a bit of a struggle in the closet.

I looked at Brittney as she put an arm around my neck and pulled me close and giggled, “Two best friends in one! This is going to be so much fun! Let’s go dance slut!”

She dragged me out onto the dance floor and instantly picked up the beat of the music as her hips began to swing and her arms went up and she ran her hands through her hair while smiling at me. I didn’t quite know what to do so I began dancing with a nervous look on my face. She rolled her eyes as she pulled me close and began grinding on me, “Relax slut, your best friend is fine.” She looked down at her own body as she ran her hands down over her breasts, past her sides and over her wide hips before looking back up at me with another wink, “Very fine indeed. I just love a tight little cheerleader!”

She giggled in an almost evil tone as she spun and brought her back to me and began to grind back against my legs. I tried to keep up the pretense of having a good time on the dance floor with my best friend but my face must not have matched what I was trying to present. Brittney spun around and put her arms over my shoulders and brought our faces close together as she said, “C’mon Aims, you need to loosen up your hips and really move with the beat! Or is there something else bothering you?”

“She just seemed really afraid. I’m worried for her,” I said as I tried my best to keep a fake smile on my face for everyone watching us, “Why don’t we find somewhere quiet and you can slip into me instead?” I whispered into her ear and then pulled back to see her reaction.

“No can do slut,” she replied and grabbed my hand once more as she bounced and shook her way off the side of the dance floor and then turned and yelled back to me over the loud music, “Let’s go find some air!”

She pulled me through the next room, and then toward one of the exits out the back and stopped as she saw Tiffany who was chatting with a boy while spinning her hair around one of her fingers. Brittney smiled at her and said with a wink, “Looking good Phillip!” then she continued to pull me out the door and into the cool night air.

She shook her head and smoothed her hair back over her shoulders as she fanned her face with her hands and then looked at me, “Oh that’s better, and now we can talk without yelling. I just want to start out by saying it’s sweet that you’re worried about your friend. I think it’s absolutely adorable that dear old dad tried to corner Kevin over his little princess as well.” She paused as she brought a finger to her cheek and got a thoughtful look on her face, “I wonder if he ever realized that you two little kittens would invite the jackals right into his house and then throw open the gates for us?”

I now had a gnawing feeling in my stomach as I looked at Brittney and she leaned back against the handrail of the large deck we had walked out on. She saw the trepidation on my face and then hopped back up to sit on the hand rail and crossed her legs as she looked down at her fingernails, almost like she was appraising them, “This little crème puff has such a privileged life. It would be fun to relax here for a bit and get pampered, you know?”

“Is that what you’re going to do? Take over Brittney’s life for a bit?” I asked as I looked up at her smiling face.

“Oh kitten, your face is adorable,” She paused and then looked around at the space between us and the next group of people, “I can see from Brittney’s thoughts that your life isn’t so rough either. I wonder if I can make your face look that innocent and concerned all at the same time too.”

I let out a gasp and took a half step away from her and collected myself and stepped closer to her once more, “If that’s what you want and it gets you out of Brittney, I’ll accept.”

“You try to put on such a brave face, but I wonder what you’ll really have to say when you wake up in your room and you’re the biggest slut around and your parents have watched all the sex tapes I’ve made while I wandered the town in your tight little ass.” She said as she batted her eyelashes at me and let out another peel of laughter.

“I… I thought you were Kevin’s friend?” I asked and hoped he was somewhere around. Could he do anything about this? I pulled my phone out of my pocket and went to text him when Brittney grabbed it out of my hands as she dropped off the hand rail and hid it behind her back.

“You didn’t think this through very well did you kitten? Don’t you think there was a reason we split off? I wanted to keep on using and abusing. Sweet young Kevin was getting too attached and actually cared about his mounts and I couldn’t quite break him of that bad habit. So eventually I had to dump him and move on…” She paused and smirked at me as she held up her arms, “But now, thanks to you and cute little Brittney here, I have the perfect leverage against him. He can come back with me and start playing, or he can watch as I ruin the two reasons he settled down. Either way I win!”

Brittney’s head went back and she let out a loud bought of maniacal laughter before leaning forward and hugging me tightly and then whispering in my ear, “And it’s all thanks to you kitten. I definitely owe you for this, and I promise I’m going to help make sure you get everything that’s coming to you.”

I broke free of her grasp and pushed her back roughly against the handrail of the deck as I declared, “You won’t get away with this. I’m going to tell Kevin what you’re doing. We’ll find a way to stop you!”

She cocked her head at me and brought up a hand in front of her mouth as stifled a laugh, “Oh kitten, that’s so cute. You think you can stop me. Who do you think taught Kevin everything he knows? I’m three steps ahead of him. And you’re not even sharp enough to play the game.”

She then suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the deck. I fought back against her, but she had a vice-like grip on my arm. People were staring at us as I fought to get my arm back from her but before I could she dragged me into the pool area from another doorway and spun me around to face her, “I think you need to cool off a bit, kitten.”

She shoved me roughly backwards and I flailed as I fell backwards into the pool with a splash. The cool water jolted my system and I shuddered as I went under. My eyes were open in fear as I saw Brittney’s sneering face looking down at me through the turbulent water. I came up with a gasp and she knelt down on the side of the pool, “Aw, did I make you all wet? You should probably go get some dry clothes, kitten.”

She stood up and walked off with a strut as I splashed at her in anger and then looked around. People were staring at me. I pulled the wet hair out of my face and climbed up the edge of the pool and thought about storming after her, but I realized Norman was right. I wasn’t up for this game, I was just a pawn. I needed to find Kevin.

I left through a different door, keeping my eyes on a constant sweep for him. I wished Brittney… or Norman… hadn’t taken my phone. Kevin wasn’t by the stage or the dance floor, so I headed up the stairs and started looking through the crowds of people and random rooms. I pushed my way past the line for the bathroom upstairs and checked a door, but the room was just full of people staring at an older woman as she danced on a large bed. She grabbed one of the long poles holding up the canopy and swung around it like a trained stripper to the cheers of men standing around it. I suddenly heard Brad’s voice call out, “Mom, when did you learn how to move like a stripper?” I let out a groan as I realized I found another body hopper, but not the one I was looking for.

I closed the door and continued down the hallway and one person I pushed past said, “Oh come on! You’re getting me all wet! At least dry off lady!”

I realized I was by Brittney’s room and my bag was in there. I could check there and also get changed into some dry clothes and also see if I could message Kevin from her computer. I opened her door and slipped inside. Thankfully it was empty. I grabbed my bag and brought it into her bathroom, toweled myself off, and opened my bag. My eyes went wide as I saw it was almost empty. I pulled out a miniscule white thong, a shimmering pink tank top, a short black skirt, some dark nylons and a pair of heels. The last thing in the bag was a matching pink headband that had a note attached to it, Hey kitten, I thought it would be fun if you had the same outfit as your bestie. XOXO Norman.

I growled in frustration and rolled my eyes, but it was better than the soaking wet clothes I had been in, so I slipped into them. As soon as I was dressed I headed to Brittney’s laptop and clicked the button, but nothing happened. I looked and saw the power cord and the battery had been taken.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath and looked around. Without some other way to contact Kevin I would need to keep looking for him the old fashioned way. I left the room and headed down the hallway. I checked a few more rooms with no success and then headed back down the stairs. How could one person be so hard to find? Especially seeing as it was his birthday! I wanted to start crying but I forced back my tears. I felt a tingling in my stomach and my breath was starting to come in gasps. I was afraid. What would Norman do to Brittney? What could Kevin even do? Maybe I should try and get in touch with Brittney’s dad? He seemed to have some experience. I found I had wandered out into the middle of the dance floor as I continued my search and suddenly I felt my arm flip up and my fingers snap as the music came to a stop while the spotlight again shot to me.

Everyone on the dance floor turned to look at me and I felt my body move to cock out a hip as I put the hand that was hanging loosely by my side to my hip. I felt my face flush and then felt my fingers snap again as music started to a different song.

My mouth opened and I began to sing out loudly, “We can dance if we want to; We can leave your friends behind. ‘Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance; Well, they’re no friends of mine.”

Suddenly the rest of the cheer squad was on the dance floor with me and we were all wearing matching outfits. Our shiny pink tops and short black skirts flipped around our nylon covered thighs in unison as we started to dance. My mouth opened once more as I continued, “Say, we can go where we want to; A place where they will never find. And we can act like we come from out of this world; Leave the real one far behind.”

I sang and danced as people cheered around me, and as I did a spin I noticed Brittney was just behind me to my right, her body dancing in time to the music just like mine with a happy grin on her face. I flung an arm out and gyrated my hips as my body continued on to the music. The tempo ramped up and the entire cheer squad ramped up our dancing with it. I felt my hair, still just a bit damp flipping around my face and shoulders as the pit in my stomach turned into an ache. How was there a body hopper in me already? What would I soon be doing? Would Kevin find me? Would he save both me and Brittney? Everyone was cheering even louder as we put on a show for them, none the wiser that not one of us was actually ourselves. The entire cheerleading squad had been stolen and no one even knew.

As the song ended, my body moved to the side and Brittney took my spot in the center of the group and I became one of her backup dancers as she sang out about girls just wanting to have fun. I moved in complete sync with the other girls and it sprung to my mind that Norman must have been plotting this for some time. I lined up with the other girls and moved my hand to slap Hannah’s ass as I felt Tiffany’s hand slap at mine, and so on down the line, as we cocked our legs in our short up-riding skirts it suddenly dawned on me the sheer numbers of body hoppers that this little show would take. As I spun and my hair again flicked by my face I wondered if Norman had brought a small army with him. They were obviously well prepared.

The song ended as Brittney rejoined the girls and they spun around me, and my mouth opened once more as I sang a new song back in the center of the group. My face was outwardly happy and carefree as I bounced around with my friends, but inside I couldn’t do anything but watch in fear. As I called out, “Wake me up, before you go, go!” I realized the small consolation prize of the situation would be that Kevin would have to notice this, right? There would be no way he could miss the entire cheerleading squad and especially both Brittney and I dancing a show at his birthday party in costumes on the dance floor.

As the dance ended my body was panting. Whoever was driving me had put me through my paces, but my face still had a bright smile painted on it. As the girls around me shot upright and came to stand side by side with me my mouth opened and proudly declared, “This interruption from your normal party music was brought to you by the eighties. It may have had some issues, but it gave us some damn good tunes. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming! Thanks everyone! Have fun!”

My hand then went up and snapped once more and the silence switched back to music and I started to run for the stairs. From the sound of heels behind me I could tell the rest of the girls were following me. We went up the stairs and down the hall. My body opened a door and held it while the rest of the girls disappeared through it except for Brittney. She stood with that sinister grin on her face and gave my body a fist bump. We then both spun on our heels and went into her bedroom, which was next door to the room I had lead the others into. I wondered what would happen to the rest of the girls. This had been brought down on them because of me. None of them deserved this.

My body, still catching its breath, planted my hands on my hips and turned to see Brittney closing her bedroom door before walking over to me. “I’d imagine you’re wondering what happens now kitten? Well, I’m not complete evil, so I’m going to give you and your friend two minutes to say good-bye to each other.”

I saw Brittney shudder as I felt the same go through me and I blinked twice as I realized I had control back. It took Brittney a moment as well, but then we both reached for each other. I pulled her fiercely to me as I felt my eyes water.

“I’m so sorry! This is all my fault!” I exclaimed.

“I hate that I pushed you in the pool. He made me watch everything my body did!”

“I’ll try to bargain with him again,” I said not knowing what else to do, “he can have me willingly if he lets you go.”

Brittney violently shook her head, “You’ll do no such thing! We’re going to fight them. Every moment. They will eventually get tired, sick of us, or bored. Maybe all three, but you will never give up, do you hear me? Either Kevin or I will find you. Got it? Say it back to me. Say you won’t give up!”

“I… I won’t give up!” I promised her with a quick nod.

Suddenly I saw her shudder as she pulled away from me, “Oops times up. I hope you got all…” Brittney’s body began shaking and I saw her teeth grit as she interrupted the body hopper inside her, “Fuck you Norman. L… Lick me where I piss.”

“Oh I like this body… It’s feisty!” Norman declared as he reasserted his control until Brittney fought through him once more to say, “Kevin will… He’ll find us…”

[xorg]

Chapter 13

As I watched Brittney struggle I felt tears come to my eyes. I wanted to hug her, but my body was locked down by the hopper inside of me. I couldn’t seem to move a muscle, I had no idea how Brittney had so much strength in her.

“Well aren’t you a confident and feisty little girl,” Norman said from Brittney’s mouth, “What makes you so sure that little Kevy will rush to the rescue? You’ve spent a fair amount of time being awful to him.”

I watched Brittney’s face twitch as she struggled against her internal captor until she managed to shoot back at him, “Because… because he’s… just that wat… Even when I’m a… bitch to him…” She paused as she took a few breaths and then added, “He won’t let you… get away with this. He’ll… he’ll… come for… us…”

Then suddenly I was walking to Brittney. My left hand slipped to her waist the other went up to gently stroked her cheek. My mouth opened and I said in a reassuring voice, “Of course I’ll always come for you Pet.”

Brittney’s eyes went wide as she looked at me somewhere between hope and disbelief, “Mistress?”

My arms encircled her as I pulled her to me and kissed her lips passionately. As our mouths parted I felt my captor’s control relent and I asked, “Kevin? How? When?”

His voice came from my lips as he chuckled, “Remember when you fell in the pool?”

“Oh spoiler! I wanted to tell her we set that part up!” A slightly nasally voice came out of Brittney’s lips and she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Brittney’s body crouched down and she began to shake once more, but this time I could see liquid begin to flow out of her body. A few moments later a very short and skinny middle aged man with close cropped brown hair and a slightly oversized nose formed from the goo and caught her shoulders as she tipped. He shook her slightly and as she came around he helped her regain her balance and then started to walk to her closet.

“Kevin you were behind all of this? I’m going to kill you!” I shouted.

“You’re going to have to get in line!” Brittney roared as she took a step closer and for a moment I wondered if she would actually hit me just to get to Kevin.

“Wait… But if you knew about all of this then Norman…” Brittney said as she stopped walking and turned to face her closet where the man we now knew as Norman came strolling out wearing a short pink silk robe and finished Brittney’s sentence for her, “May not be the evil despicable being you thought he was?” He paused and ran his hands over the robe he was now dressed in and said, “Oh my! I just love the way this fabric feels against my skin! Where did you get it Brittney? You just have to tell me!”

She eyed him with uncertainty and said in a low tone, “Just keep it. I don’t want it back anymore.”

Norman walked over to her bed, dropped down on it as he crossed his legs and looked over at us, “Well I may be just a little bit despicable for pulling that dastardly prank on you sweet girls, but what about my acting? Do I deserve one of those little golden acting trophies or what, huh? I’m sorry ladies but I do just love making an entrance! And on top of that I bet you’ll never forget little ol’ me after all of that, right?”

Brittney rolled her eyes as she let out a deep breath and shook her head while Norman looked at her, “Oh em gee, I love you! You have so much sass! I mean I’m not entirely sure how Kevin could walk away from all of this,” he motioned up and down his body, “but I can see where you’re fun to play with, Sassy pants!”

Norman then got up and strutted his way to me while looking up and down and then did a slow walk around me as if he was appraising my body like a car. He then flicked his wrist as he said, “And if you aren’t as cute as a button! Oh Amy! You are the perfect girl next door! I just wanna nibble you up!”

“She’s mine. Get your own,” Brittney growled at him.

“Ha!” Norman clapped excitedly as he spun toward Brittney, “More sass! Ha this is fun! Okay, now I see it Kevin! These two are just a hoot with a capital H!”

“You two better catch up now, I’m not sure how much longer he’ll be breathing,” Brittney said as she eyed me up angrily.

I suddenly found myself reaching for her. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other went in her hair at the back of her head as I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately once more. Our tongues mingled in her mouth and I felt her melt in my arms. My body pulled back as I said, “I told you I would not apologize for anything that happened tonight Pet.”

“Of course not Mistress. I’m sorry I was out of line. I got excited. You should punish me,” she mumbled as her head sank onto my shoulder and she sighed happily.

“No time for that! The show must go on!” Norman said as he stood up and flamboyantly threw his arms in the air.

“Wait, what?” I asked as my eyes went wide.

“We have to get back out there kitten! Kevin has an appearance to make! It’s his birthday party after all, and we want to be good hosts, right?” Norman looked down at himself and then around the room and then let out a squeal, “Oh noes! I forgot my clothes! Brit could you be a lamb and give me a ride? At least until I can find a new body, I’m sure it won’t take but a minute.”

“There is a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening super freak,” Brittney declared but Norman just looked at her sternly and I felt a sort of charge in the air and a sudden pulse and Brittney tensed up and froze. Norman stepped over to her and grabbed her thin waist and then brought his head to her neck like he was going to kiss it. Only he didn’t. He almost instantly changed forms and the liquid he had become flowed inside of her. It was so fast I could barely believe it. Brittney stumbled as she came to once more and shook her head and then looked around and until her eyes re-fixed themselves on me as she asked in an aggravated tone, “He got back in me didn’t he?”

Her demeanor changed as her arm came up and she flipped her wrist loosely and the nasally voice came out of her mouth once more, “Well can you blame me? It’s so much fun to slip into a pair of sassy pants every now and again!”

“No no no!” She screamed as she balled her fists and stomped her leg, and in response Norman’s voice warned her, “Okey dokey Britt, do you need to go to sleepy time?”

“Wait! No! Don’t put me under! You…” She said as she gritted her teeth, “You can borrow me if you don’t put me under.”

“See Sassy pants, was that so hard? No, no it wasn’t,” Norman’s voice declared as her hands went back up, “Okay now let’s get back out there! The world is a stage, and I am but a mere actor!” Brittney’s head flipped her hair and then she held her arms out as Norman’s voice continued, “Well, maybe I’m more of a behind the scene’s director, but you ladies understand what I’m trying to say, right?”

“Oh fuck this is so annoying,” Brittney lamented as her body pranced out the door of her bedroom and down the hall to the room next to hers where the rest of the cheerleaders had been stashed by the body hoppers after our show.

I followed and as she opened the door she looked in and called out, “Okay, are all the girls changed back to their normal clothes and ready to be woken up?”

A broad shouldered man with a scar looked sheepishly at Brittney and said, “Jamar won’t get out of Hannah. He says he just wants to borrow her for a couple of days. He promises he won’t do any permanent damage. He says she’s just too perfect to give up so quick.”

“Jamar, look at me!” Brittney said as she pointed her finger in the room, “You will get out of that young lady this instant or I will come over there, hop into her body with you, give you the thrashing of a lifetime, and then flush goo-you down the toilet. Is that what you want mister? Do you remember Tijuana? Is that how the night is going to go? Look at me mister! In the eyes!”

Brittney turned her head and looked at me, “You better get a move on Kevy! I’ll handle this, okay! Don’t you worry for one itsy second!” She then spun around and stepped into the room and planted her hands on her hips, “That’s better! And if I even so much as hear a rumor that you snuck back into that sweet girls body I will track you down and you’ll live out the rest of your days as an eighty five year old she-male prostitute in Bangkok giving reach arounds for…” The door closed as my body turned and started to walk to the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I managed to ask out loud as someone in the hall looked at me and replied, “Huh? You want to go somewhere with me?”

“You’ll see,” My mouth replied and then I felt Kevin pushing my mind back into a deep sleep. I wanted to fight it like Brittney did, but I just didn’t seem to have her will power and almost instantly I was dropped into a black dreamless slumber.

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I woke up to the feeling of lips pressed against mine. I blinked my eyes and saw Kevin’s face, his nose next to mine as our mouths pressed against one another. I was tipped backwards in a dip as he supported my back with one of his arms and held his other hand to the back of my head. He winked and suddenly a curtain seemed to fall and bright lights shone on us, causing my eyes to close tightly and my hand to go out to block it. He tipped me upright and looked out at the crowd gathered in front of the stage and waved, “Oh, sorry. I guess my timing was a bit off. I think you can all see why I was distracted. I’ve never had an assistant quite this lovely before.”

I heard the cheer from the crowd and rolled my eyes, “I’m still upset with you,” I said in his ear.

He looked back at me and said, “Then I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.”

Kevin then raised his arm, twirled me quickly around, and then flung me out the length of our arms and grabbed tightly as I jerked to a stop at the end of his reach, “Let’s give her a big round of applause for all of her help ladies and gentlemen! Now, I’m sure she could use a drink or a snack, she’s had a big night, so I’m going to borrow your attention for a moment while she catches up with her friend!”

He guided me to the edge of the stage and I suddenly had Brittney’s hand grabbing me and pulling me to one of the back rooms where the food was set up and she handed me a plate with several small snacks on it. She took one herself and then we sat down at the corner of a bar where a man instantly stopped what he was doing to ask us if we needed anything.

“Bloody Mary, hold the tomato juice,” Brittney said to him and then looked at me.

“Um, do you have any water?” I asked with a shrug.

He nodded and moved off down the bar as he got our drinks. I looked back at Brittney and asked, “Is it actually you, or is you know who still in there?”

She huffed and glared at me, which told me she was still sharing her body with Norman as she replied, “Apparently he’s rather choosey, but you’ve got me at the moment.”

“You should take it as a complement Sassy pants! I just want to trade into something equal or better, and I can’t really find anything. It’s just my way of saying you’re the cream of the crop!” She said out loud as her head moved back and forth a few times.

“Fantastic,” Brittney said snidely and then saw the bartender put down her glass of vodka. She picked it up and slammed it back and made a face as she swallowed.

“Did you order that or…” I asked as my voice faded out.

“Oh that was me. I’m going to need more if I’m going to keep being used like a freak’n human puppet,” She mumbled as she motioned at her glass to the bartender.

“It’s not that bad,” I said to her with a smile, “Sometimes it’s kind of fun.”

“See, now I just like her attitude Sassy Pants! She’s soooooooo glass half full!” Brittney said with a bright smile and then her face flipped back to a scowl as she said, “Shut. Up. Norman. No one asked you. Are you ready for departure yet?” She paused and suddenly jerked her shoulders around and yanked her hands back up onto her lap, “And if you don’t stop sneaking my own hand under my own skirt to stroke my pussy I’m going to pull you out of my nose with my bare hands and curb stomp you!”

She was suddenly clapping and giggling, “Oh we are going to be best friends you and me!”

She then groaned as the bartender put down another vodka glass and she instantly hammered that one back as well.

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I sat at the counter in the kitchen licking the spoon clean of ice cream as I listened to Benny and Kevin talk while they ate their bowls of ice cream.

“So he pulls out a taser and he’s all I’ll fucking do it! at me and I’m like, fine, go ahead,” Benny said with a gruff laugh, “And then the stupid ass actually shocks himself.”

“Ha! No way!” Kevin said as he laughed.

“Yeah, people do crazy shit to get women to notice them,” Benny said with a shrug.

“So, did Yvonne do anything?” Kevin asked.

“Well, being her bodyguard for the weekend I wouldn’t let her get close to the guy. But she felt bad, so she signed a picture for the guy and went up to her hotel room. When he woke up, I handed him off to the cops with the picture,” Benny shrugged, “I heard the guy got into counseling about his issue, but that’s all I know. Oh, and he pissed himself when he passed out. I had to drag his stupid body off to the side and call for clean up.”

“Oh man, the life of a body guard,” Kevin said with a whistle, “Not all glamour is it?”

I looked over and saw Brittney curled up and fast asleep on a chair with a blanket over her. Kevin hadn’t let her out of his sight since she had fallen asleep. I didn’t even know where Norman was, but Kevin assured me he was still around somewhere. The party was almost completely dead and the sun was just peeking above the horizon, but there were a few stragglers left who didn’t want the night to end.

“Hey, will you give me a hand bringing Brittney to bed and then you can bounce out of here? I don’t want to keep you too late. I’ll clear the last of the party people out,” Kevin said as he pushed his bowl back.

“Sure bossman,” Benny said as he got up and went over to Brittney and easily picked up her sleeping body gently, making certain to catch her head against his large shoulder.

“Norman stop making me pinch my nipples,” Brittney mumbled in her sleep, causing both Kevin and Benny to let out small chuckles and then Kevin held his hand out for me, “C’mon, you should get to bed too. The suns already starting to come up.”

I nodded, took his hand, and followed them up to Brittney’s bedroom.

[xorg]

Chapter 14

The rays of the noon sun seemed to wake Brittney up and she rolled suddenly, which woke me up. She looked over at me and blinked as she asked, “Are you you? Am I me?” She then groaned and grabbed her forehead, “Oh! It hurts. Why is everything so bright?”

She rolled onto her back and brought a pillow over her face and didn’t move for a few minutes until she slowly peeled the pillow back and looked at me, “Last night was insane.”

“Completely insane,” I agreed with a nod.

“Never again,” She said as she propped herself up on one arm to look at me lying next to her.

“So we’re not doing a party for Kevin next year?” I asked with a smirk.

“I got sawed in half last night Amy,” She said as she closed and opened her eyes slowly and then pulled back the covers to look for marks on her stomach.

“I know,” I giggled.

“No, like really sawed in half. My legs were on the other side of the room. I could feel Gregory Pitts tickling my feet from half way across the room. How does that even happen?” She said as she looked further down and wiggled her toes.

“I don’t know but I’ll never forget the look on his face when you grabbed the wall and started pulling your top half towards him and yelling that you were going to break his fingers if he didn’t stop,” I said as I let out more giggles.

“I’m ticklish there,” Brittney said defensively as she hit me with the pillow and then looked out the window.

“Fuck!” She declared as she bolted upright and then winced and held her head, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know a little after noon,” I said with a shrug, “Why?”

“My parents are supposed to be back around one!” She said and climbed out of bed and staggered against the nearby couch in her room, “Ugh. I feel like crap. Where is Kevin?”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t here when I woke up.” I replied with a shrug as I got out of bed too.

Brittney stumbled to the closet and came out a few moments later wearing black leggings as she pulled a loose sweater down over her head and went out into the hall. I had worn a short pair of cotton shorts and a tank to bed, so I just followed her out while yawning. I heard voices and Brittney’s shoulders dropped, “Shit! They’re home already! I’m fucking dead. I was not ready for them to see the house completely destroyed like this… Oh shit! They’re in the bedroom!”

She started to run down the hall and then stopped and steadied herself on the wall and then continued on at a brisk walk. We opened the door and I saw both her Mom and Dad looking at a destroyed bed. They turned when she stumbled in and she said, “I can explain!”

“Oh morning Princess!” Her Dad said happily, “We were just looking over the plans that Kevin drew up to remodel the bedroom.”

“Huh?” She asked as her mouth dropped open and we noticed Kevin standing on the other side of them holding some papers.

“I mean I can see what the interior designer was going for here, I just don’t think it matches either of your personalities. I’m glad you guys are so agreeable. We need to blow out this wall, let more light in, and we’ll put a deck out here that will let you see down into the back lawn. There are doe and fawns out there eating in the field right now. I think it would be lovely if you guys could go out and watch them from here. Plus it would be a great view at night before you go to bed too,” Kevin said and then pointed to the other wall, “And we’ll move the bed over here and get rid of all of the dark wood so we can go with something lighter that really opens up the room.”

“Oh, I think that will be much better Feng Shui,” Brittney’s Mom said as she nodded and looked down at the plans Kevin was holding open for them.

“Great! The contractor is all lined up so as soon as you give me the word they can start. I’ll bring the interior designer in as soon as they’re done and the whole project can be finished before you guys are back from the business summit at the end of the week,” Kevin told them.

“Don’t oversell it Kevin. Every time I hire a contractor there ends up being delays and setbacks,” Mr. Beldamore said as he looked around.

“I’ve worked with this company before. We’ll get it taken care of on time and on budget Sir,” Kevin said as he rolled up the drawings and handed them to Brittney’s Dad, “If you have any other thoughts just jot them down on here and send them to me. I’ll incorporate them into the work.”

“Should we go down for lunch? It should be just about finished,” Mr. Beldamore said as the group turned and came toward us in the door.

“I need sunglasses. Everything is too bright. I’ll meet you down there,” Brittney said as she slunk back to her room.

I followed Kevin and Brittney’s parents down the hallway, down the stairs, and through several rooms, all of which had every trace of our giant party from last night completely removed. I looked over and saw someone vacuuming the carpet where the stage had been and I looked at Kevin with wide eyes. He just gave me a small smile and winked.

“Everything is set up on the terrace Mr. Beldamore,” Janice said with a smile as she suddenly appeared and led us out onto the back deck where I had fake-fought with Norman last night.

We all found a place to sit at a large table I didn’t remember seeing on the deck last night and Kevin pushed my chair in as I sat down before he dropped heavily into a chair next to me. Mr. Beldamore was at the head of the table with his wife sitting around the corner to his left. There were pitchers of water and juice already on the table and I poured myself a glass of water as I heard a familiar voice.

“All I’m saying is that I can’t believe that a show about runway models trying to make it big didn’t get picked up by a single network this season! I mean can you believe that? It’s a travesty. Why do we have seventeen different shows about making cakes, but the one show I wanted to watch gets canceled in its third season?” Norman said as he waved his hands in the air while looking over at Brittney who was holding a hand to her forehead and hiding behind dark sunglasses while looking over at Norman with utter disdain.

Kevin popped out of his seat and went to pull the chair out on the other side of me for Brittney to plop into, and then poured her a glass of water and dropped two pills on her plate, “Here, these will help with the head ache.”

She mumbled something, swallowed the pills, gulped down the water and then put her head down on the plate in front of her. Mr. Beldamore looked at her with raised eyebrows and then to Kevin who seemed to be shuffling nervously. Meanwhile Norman went around the table to drop lightly into the seat next to Brittney’s mom.

“Did you have a rough night Princess? I heard from Janice it was quite a party,” He asked in a neutral tone.

“Urgh,” Brittney replied without looking up from her plate.

“I’d hate to think that it wasn’t you that drank to excess…” Mr. Beldamore stated as his gaze settled in on Kevin.

“Oh no, Sassy Pants over there hit the bar hard all on her own!” Norman said as he waved his hands around and then reached over to Brittney’s mom and began feeling up her dress, “That is a lovely dress! And the fabric feels amazing! I bet your husband just loves it when you take this off and tie him to the bed with it,” Norman said with a raised eyebrow and then he laughed loudly and waved his hands around, “Oh I just need to behave!”

“I’m Fredrick Beldamore and this is my wife Alexandra,” Brittney’s Dad said as he eyed Norman suspiciously, “And who are you?”

“Oh my! I can be such a doof sometimes! I never remember to introduce myself!” Norman said as he got up and pranced over to Mr. Beldamore’s side and held his hand out flimsily, “I’m Norman, but all of my friends call me Norman. Well, some of them call me Norm, and then some of them also call me Nora, and then a few of them call me Normy, but let me tell you that calling me normal is just right off the table, kay?” He said with a laugh as Mr. Beldamore reached out and took his hand tightly and shook it twice, “Oh my! Would you feel that iron grip! I bet the little missus just loves it when you grab her with those big powerful paws doesn’t she! Oh don’t tell me! That would just be too much Freddy!”

Brittney’s Dad looked at Norman with a bit of unease and Brittney called out, “Norman! Sit down! I can’t handle you right now. Just put it on simmer okay?”

Norman brought a hand to his chest and looked at Brittney like she had wounded him, but strolled back to his seat and sat down and then looked over at Mrs. Beldamore and said quietly, “It’s nice to meet you Alex! You are just such a beautiful woman! I see where Brittney gets her lovely eyes from!”

“Thank you Norman,” Mrs. Beldamore replied as she batted her eyelashes.

“So what happened last night Princess?” Mr. Beldamore asked in a stern tone.

“I had a body hopper in me. I drank to relieve the tension and I guess I overdid it,” She muttered into her plate.

“Oh? I thought Kevin hopped you from time to time and that it was part of your relationship?” Mr. Beldamore seemed genuinely surprised.

Brittney picked her head up off her plate to look over at Kevin and then laid it back down on her plate, “He does from time to time, and I usually don’t mind it when he does it… But it’s not my favorite thing. I prefer him in Amy.” She paused and blew hair out of her face, “And Norman creeps me out.”

Norman let out a gasp and again acted like Brittney wounded him, “Well I love you too Brittney!”

Mr. Beldamore looked at me and I smiled back at him nervously and then he looked at Norman for a long moment, who seemed oblivious to the large man’s penetrating gaze.

Kevin cleared his throat and looked at Mr. Beldamore and said, “I remember you asking to see a person being mounted before Sir.” Kevin pointed at Norman, “Norman is my… body hopping mentor. I guess you could say he taught me everything I know… But he’s also a bit more open about this kind of stuff, so if you still wanted a demonstration, I bet he’d be willing.”

Mr. Beldamore’s face lit up for a brief moment as he looked at Norman with a now interested stare. He seemed to collect himself and asked, “I didn’t realize you were a body hopper Norman. That’s a very interesting talent you have.”

“Oh, not a lot of people see me and think, I’d just love him to jump inside me and do unspeakable things. I mean, most people see me and just can’t wait to tear into me as is. It’s a terrible curse being such a dish you know. Men want me, women want to be me…” Norman paused and furrowed his brows, “Wait, that came out wrong.” He paused again and looked at Mr. Beldamore with a sly grin, “Or did it?”

Mr. Beldamore let out a cough and adjusted himself in his seat as he tried to cover his amusement of Norman’s antics. When he finished shifting himself around he looked back at Norman and said, “I don’t suppose we could see you take over someone’s body? Would that be inappropriate to ask?”

“You mean mount someone, tall dark and handsome? When we take over someone’s body, it’s called mounting them. You normals are so adorable when you try and talk about this stuff!” Norman said as he waved his hands in the air, “I guess I don’t mind showing off a bit for my new friends, but you see there is one itsy bitsy problem…”

“And that is?” Mr. Beldamore asked with raised eyebrows.

“Well, you see, it’s hard to contain this much raw sexual aura when I’m just normal little ol’ me. But when I take over someone else, it becomes borderline impossible. So, if I’m going to mount someone, I may need a bit of help with some… release. If you understand what I’m saying.” Norman said as he looked over and winked at me.

“What?” I asked as my heart jumped into my throat. Why was Norman looking at me?

Mr. Beldamore also looked over at me, and then at Kevin and Brittney, “I understand that you’ll have needs. If some of you have to be excused from the table, so be it. I just really want to understand what my daughter is wrapped up in here. If you’d be so kind as to give us a demonstration?” He said as he motioned to himself and his wife.

Norman stood up and walked around the table and stopped behind me as he put his hands on my shoulders as he replied, “Oh I wouldn’t mind giving you a demonstration.”

I looked over at Kevin with a worried look in my eyes but he just shrugged and took a sip of his juice and then winked at me. I closed my eyes and waited for a stranger to take over my body, but suddenly Norman’s hands came off my shoulders and I looked up to see him step a seat over and stop behind Brittney, “Are you okay with this Sassy Pants?”

Brittney’s shoulders slumped even more and she let out a groan, “Just do what you’re going to do Norman. And be quiet. Why is everyone yelling today?”

Norman patted Brittney’s back lightly, “Oh sweet little sass, you have to learn a bit of restraint. Don’t worry it’ll get better soon.”

Brittney let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair as she slid down in it and looked up at Norman. He smiled down at her and then walked around the table again, leaving a surprised look on not only my face, but also Brittney’s. As my eyes followed him I also saw a surprised look on Mr. and Mrs. Beldamore’s face as well. He stopped behind Mrs. Beldamore’s seat and leaned down and whispered something in her ear as her eyes went wide. Brittney’s father started to say something as he leaned forward in his chair, but it was too late.

Norman was suddenly in a gelatinous form. I noted with idle curiosity that his slime seemed to have a much darker shade than Kevin’s as his clothing fell to the ground behind Mrs. Beldamore’s chair and his puddle of goo quickly flowed into her exposed skin by her neck and through her ear. Brittney’s father stuttered as he watched liquid suddenly flow into his wife’s nose, and then it was all gone. Norman was lightning fast at slipping inside a body. I realized his clothes had barely hit the ground by the time the last of him was oozing inside of Mrs. Beldamore’s nose. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair and her body gave a light tremor as she blinked and then turned her head to Mr. Beldamore and with a smug grin asked with a hint of amusement in her delightful voice, “Did you see everything you wanted to husband dear? If not, I can show you again.”

“N… Norman?” Mr. Beldamore asked in a shaky voice as he looked at his wife in awe.

“Dearest, it’s me Alexandra! Why would you call me someone else’s name? You’ve never said anyone else’s name before. Not even when we hire the prostitute in Amsterdam for the three way on your birthday every year. You still call out my name as you fuck her like the whore she is!” Brittney’s mom said with a raised eyebrow.

“Dad! Oh come on!” Brittney moaned and covered her ears and slunk even lower in the chair.

Mr. Beldamore looked positively panicked as Janice suddenly appeared with a cart filled with plates of food. She pushed it out and served Mr. and Mrs. Beldamore first. Mr. Beldamore was still too worked up to say anything so Mrs. Beldamore said in her regal tone, “Thank you Janice. What would we do without you?”

“It’s nothing Mrs. Beldamore,” Janice replied as she moved down and served Brittney, Kevin and I. She looked at Norman’s empty spot and gave Mrs. Beldamore a questioning glance.

“Oh, don’t worry about the man that was sitting there. He had to catch a ride. I’m terribly sorry, we should have said something,” Mrs. Beldamore said as she brought up a hand and straightened a few fly-aways to her head.

“It’s no problem. Is there anything else?” Janice asked her.

“No, thank you Janice. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? I feel that we can take care of our own needs for the rest of the day, and you could use some time off,” Alexandra stated as she looked down at her nails.

“If you insist Ma’am,” Janice said with a surprised look on her face.

“I do. Thank you Janice.”

With that Janice nodded and then left the porch as Mr. Beldamore continued to openly stare at his wife with wide eyes. She reached out, grabbed her fork, picked up some food with it and then looked at her husband, “Fredrick eat before your food gets cold!”

He shook his head and reached for his fork, but seemed to still be struggling as his wife ate a bite and then smiled at him coyly. As the door closed and Janet left, Alexandra’s hands came up and she playfully slapped at his arm, “Oh all of you are just so much fun! You people are just a hoot with a capital H!”

“Fantastic. Norman is in my mother,” Brittney said with a sigh.

“Oh calm down Sassy Pants! She’s fine,” Alexandra said in Norman’s slightly nasally voice, “Here, I’ll let you all chat with her!”

Alexandra’s eyes blinked quickly a bit and I saw the telltale tremor run through her shoulders and she looked around blankly at us and then down at the plate in front of her, “When did the food get here?”

“You don’t remember anything? The food? Norman slipping inside of you? Nothing?” Mr. Beldamore asked her as he reached out and touched her hand.

She looked at him oddly, “No… I don’t remember any of that.”

“Well it happened! Surprise!” Her own mouth suddenly said in Norman’s voice.

Her hands jumped up to cover her own mouth as her eyes went wide, then her hands pulled back slightly as Norman again spoke out, “Oh, and I might have accidently let your annual birthday present to your husband slip out to your daughter and her friends. Oopsy!”

“Having your own body move is so… strange!” Alexandra declared and then looked down at her own hands, and then paused as she added, “and… I can feel you… going through my mind!”

“Just getting the deets from your pretty little head, don’t worry I can keep a secret!” Norman told her from her own mouth, “Well, unless I don’t want to. Like I think everyone should know about the little black leather g-string and bra combo you’re wearing under this dress! It’s just a crime that everyone doesn’t know you have it on! It’s sexy as hell! Oh, and I think it’s absolutely charming that you wear the pants in the bedroom! Fredrick, you need to tell your daughter that you let your wife lead you around with a leash after hours. She’s worried sick about her own submissive tendencies and what everyone would think if they knew!”

I thought Mr. Beldamore was going to choke as he tried to swallow and coughed as Brittney squeaked and pulled the collar of her sweater up to hide her face and let out a loud groan. After Mr. Beldamore managed to get his food down and take a drink of water he looked over at his wife, “I’m sorry dear, I feel like I got was I was asking for and only now realized what I have done.”

She looked at him with wide eyes as Norman’s voice again came out, “Yes, inviting a body hopper into your life can be a touch… oh, what’s the right word Kevin?”

“Unstable? Volatile? Crazy?” Kevin offered with a shrug.

“Well I was going to say stimulating or maybe seductive, but okay,” Alexandra’s body waved her hands around as Norman’s voice came out of her lips.

“I… I just can’t control anything. He overrides me completely,” Alexandra declared as she looked at her husband.

“Oh that’s normal. In fact it’s been about sixty years since I was in a woman who could fight me back in the slightest. I’ve been doing this for quite a while. I know how to get my way. Well, until last night with Sassy Pants there. She’s got a stubborn streak a mile wide and is one willful little lass!” Norman’s voice declared as he looked at Brittney appreciatively.

I looked over at Brittney, who was still hiding in her shirt and reached out and stroked her head softly, “I was wondering how you did that.”

“I’m in charge of my own body. It’s mine. I had it first,” Brittney commented from inside her shirt.

“And what a body it is! Your daughter has the most amazing little pooper ever and legs that just will not quit!” Norman declared as Alexandra’s arms waved at Mr. Beldamore.

In response he cleared his throat and eyed Norman with lowered eyebrows, “That’s my little girl you’re talking about.”

“Well of course she is! I’m not saying that I’m going to do anything with them, I’m just acknowledging the fact that I can see why she has to beat boys off with a stick! I like her, she’s got sass!” Norman said as he again flipped his mount’s hands.

“Shut up Norman!” Brittney called out loudly and then brought a hand to her forehead and groaned.

“Oh it seems I’ve offended your family! I do apologize! I can be a bit much sometimes, especially when I get to just be me in front of someone. That doesn’t happen often, you know? I usually have to play the part and go with the flow and this is just so fun and exciting!” Norman declared happily.

“Um, well, I guess this is just a lot to take in,” Mr. Beldamore said as he shifted in his chair again.

“Well let me see what I can do to make it up to you,” Norman said as Alexandra’s face gave her husband a sly smile and then slid down her chair and under the table.

A moment later I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled quickly and Mr. Beldamore sat straight up in his chair and looked at us with wide eyes. I suddenly heard Norman call out from under the table, “Speaking of a lot to take in!”

Mr. Beldamore gulped loudly and jerked forward slightly. I heard a muffled giggle from under the table and then a loud slurping noise. Mr. Beldamore’s eyes then twitched and his hips moved slightly. I watched his arms shoot to the sides of the table and he grabbed on tightly. A moment later I watched his knuckles go white from the tight grip he had on the surface. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh and heard another loud slurping sound from under the table. Mr. Beldamore’s eyes now slowly closed as he let out a low groan. I heard an “Mm hm mm,” come from under the table as Mr. Beldamore let out another low groan. Then his mouth dropped open and he started to shudder as he stuttered, “Oh… Oh, I’m… Oh… Oh!”

Finally his knuckles released on the table and he let out along sigh and couldn’t seem to keep the small smile off his face. I saw Mrs. Beldamore’s head and shoulders appear across the table from me, and she slipped back up into her chair and shot a devilish grin over to me and Kevin while bringing up a finger and wiping at the side of her mouth and then sucking on it before declaring, “Well that was more delish than the food!”

“I’m going to hurl,” Brittney declared, “I just can’t even right now. I’m going back to bed.”

She then pushed back, rolled out of her chair and headed into the house at a slow walk. Kevin and I glanced at each other and then back at Mrs. Beldamore. She had a shocked look on her face and then suddenly spoke, “I never thought of doing that with my tongue before. Did you enjoy it dear? It seemed like you enjoyed it. A lot from how much I swallowed.”

Mr. Beldamore nodded quickly as he slipped his hands below the table and seemed to be adjusting himself and then I heard a zipping sound. He reached out and took his wife’s hand in his, “Thank you dear, that was amazing.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Norman,” She said and paused, “As messed up as that sounds.”

“Why is it messed up?” Norman asked, “Isn’t it normal for two people to want to have great sex? Okay, I can see there is a need here,” Alexandra’s body stood up suddenly and her hand pointed over to Mr. Beldamore, “Go get the little blue pills. Class is in session. I am going to teach you both some things,” She then spun and headed to the door with a strut in her step but paused as she reached for the door handle and looked back, “Oh, and bring a sour apple, a spatula, and permanent marker. You’re also going to want to stretch out your jaw. We’re going to start with how to properly eat a pussy while we wait for the blue pills to kick in. You’ve got some raw talent, but you need proper instruction!”

When Mr. Beldamore didn’t immediately jump out of his seat she clapped her hands loudly twice and said in her normal voice, “Now my little toy! Or we’ll start with the collar and leash and work on your attitude first!”

“Yes Mistress!” he said quietly as he jumped out of his seat, rocking the table and shaking the plates as he dashed over to her.

I looked with raised eyebrows over at Kevin as they went in the house and saw him glance my way as he said, “I didn’t see that one coming. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.”

“I’m never going to live down the fact that Brittney’s name for me is the same as her Dad’s name for her Mom.”

Kevin let out a laugh and then leaned forward to eat more food, “Did you try the berries? They are amazing!”

“Alone at last and that’s what you’re focusing on?” I said with a sigh and slipped my hand inside his.

“Best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I guess.” He replied as he leaned over and kissed me.”

“What’s the best way to a girl’s heart?” I asked him as I kissed him again.

“I’ve found that turning into a sort of slime and going in her orifices will get you there, but I’m not sure it will work for everyone,” He said back as he squeezed my fingers.

“This is crazy. All of it is crazy,” I looked into his eyes and then frowned as he seemed to be sad, “Hey, what is it?”

“Nothing. Last night was fun, but don’t let me get carried away too often, okay? Keep me grounded,” He said as he brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it.

“Um, I’ll do my best,” I replied as I wondered what he was worried about, but didn’t press him on it.

He picked up his plate and looked at me, “Hey, you mind if we go back to bed? I wouldn’t mind checking on Brittney and catching an hour or two of sleep myself.”

“Sure,” I replied and got up with my plate and followed him into the house. I also grabbed Brittney’s in case she wanted some food later too. We made our way upstairs and I set mine and Brittney’s plates down on the table by her couch while Kevin walked over to the far side of her huge bed and put his plate down on a large night stand. He then dropped his pants and slipped under the covers. I went over to his side and wiggled my eyebrows at him, and he held the covers open for me as well. I slid in next to him and then cuddled up against him as he popped a few more berries in his mouth. He was chewing one moment and the next moment he softly snoring. I let out a happy sigh, and then felt Brittney roll and kick in her sleep as she caught me in the thigh. I winced in pain and gave her sleeping face an evil glare while I rubbed my leg and then managed to slowly slip back into sleep myself.

[xorg]

Chapter 15

I woke with something grabbing onto my breast tightly and looked down to see Brittney’s hand tightly grasping my chest. I brought up my arm and knocked her hand away quickly and she grumbled in her sleep and suddenly the hand was back on my breast.

“Knock it off!” I said as I again brushed her hand off me, and the next thing I knew she shifted in bed and kicked me in shin hard.

“Ouch!” I yelped in pain and startled her awake.

“What? Huh?” She said as her head snapped upright and she looked around her room quickly.

“You freak’n grabbed my tit and kicked me in the shin,” I said as I pulled my leg up and rubbed it.

“Oh quit being a baby, slut,” She mumbled as she rolled back over until my arm shot out and I yanked her back against my body by her hair roots and said quietly in her ear, “Pet the next time you address me so disrespectfully I will make you lick the men’s room toilets clean at the downtown bus station!”

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even move, but I could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to look back at me. When I released her hair she spun and kneeled on the bed to my side as she mumbled apologies into the mattress. I pushed back on her head until she tumbled off the side of the bed with her legs and arms flailing wildly as she dropped to the floor with a thud. I then rolled onto my side away from her and said, “Pet, go run me a hot bath. With some scented soap.”

“Of course Mistress!” She said as I heard her feet padding into the other room quickly.

After about ten minutes I found myself lazily stretching in bed and then sitting up. I flopped back down against my pillow and then bent my body like a bow as I went through a full body stretch that felt amazing. I finally worked my way out of the covers and walked into the large bathroom. I looked at Brittney as she was kneeling by the tub feeling the water temperature. As she saw me she crawled in front of me with her head still down and begged for forgiveness again for her rudeness. I lifted her chin with my foot and said, “Remove my clothing Pet.”

She jumped up and pulled my shirt off carefully and then dropped down and gently lowered my small cotton shorts and panties to the floor. I then walked to the side of the tub and she grabbed my outstretched arm to help me into the water.

My toe touched the water’s surface and I gave her a disappointed look, “I said HOT bath Pet. Not warm.”

“Sorry!” She squeaked and adjusted the water as it was flowing into the tub. I slipped into the water and leaned back against the side of the giant tub and instantly felt her hands massaging my neck and scalp, “Please let me atone for my many failures this morning Mistress!”

“Pet.”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Shut up. The sound of your voice irritates me right now.”

I heard her whimper but she said nothing, just kept kneading my neck, shoulders, and hair. Between the hot water and Brittney’s skillful and rather dutiful fingers I almost dozed off again. I don’t know how much time had passed since I got in the bath but it was at least twenty minutes when I heard Norman’s voice calling out, “Hello? Hello in there.”

I felt my head turn and saw Alexandra walk around the corner with her long red hair in a simple but thick braid over her shoulder and stark naked other than a mesh thong and six inch stiletto heels.

“Hello Norman, how is your afternoon going?” I heard come out of my mouth as it went into a small smile.

“Well, I seem to have used my hubby all up! I had to put him down for a nap so he’ll be ready for more tonight. I have to say he has a lovely cock, and he’s got skills, but I can see I’ll need to leave these two exercises to help him with his stamina,” She said as she cocked a leg and I suddenly noticed the shininess of her inner thighs, along with what appeared to be cum still leaking down her legs.

I heard Brittney whimper behind me but she said nothing and I asked in a melodic tone, “Would you like to join me?”

“Oh don’t mind if I do!” She replied happily as she walked over and didn’t bother to take off her heels and stepped into the tub and the lowered herself into the bathwater, “Oh it’s nice and toasty in here!”

“Pet strip.”

I felt Brittney’s hands come off my shoulders and then saw her clothing get placed on the tile next to the tub and then her hands returned to my shoulders. I saw Alexandra looking at her daughter with a small smile on her face as she said, “Oh you have her so well trained! I can’t believe that’s the same Sassy pants!”

I tilted my head back and reached up to Brittney’s naked body and gently palmed her breast and then ran a finger around a nipple, then brought my hand to her ear and the same finger down her jawline as I watched her struggle to continue massaging me as she let out a lustful breath, “Oh this one isn’t trained. You can only get this perfection through fulfilling a deeply rooted desire.”

“Well no matter what it is, she looks absolutely stunning wrapped around your little finger,” Alexandra said with a shrug.

“Pet get into the bath,” I said as I patted the inside of the tub next to me.

Brittney wordlessly slipped in as graceful as a cat as to not splash any water in my direction and then lowered her head and waited. I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eyes and asked, “Are you feeling better Pet? I know you had a nasty head ache before.”

Brittney nodded several times, but still remained silent.

“Are you hungry Pet? You didn’t eat much.”

Brittney again nodded and I heard Alexandra asked, “Is this a thing with you two? She doesn’t talk?”

“She talks just fine, but she obeys even better,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed her teasingly lightly on her lips. I let my mouth hover tantalizingly close to hers and saw the confusion in her eyes as Brittney looked at me and wondered what to do. She wanted to kiss me so badly, but she didn’t want to get scolded again. I made a move with my mouth and she matched it but I pulled back at the last second. Brittney pouted but said nothing and then went back to waiting. I stared into her eyes for several minutes, and almost wondered if Kevin forgot about Alexandra watching us.

Then suddenly I leaned in and kissed Brittney, letting our tongues meet and play happily in her mouth once more. My body pulled back and I motioned to her with my hand, “Go towel yourself off and get something to eat, Pet. You are no use to me without energy. Your plate from before is on the table, if you don’t see anything you like on it, run down to the kitchen, but be quick about it.”

Brittney was out of the tub in a moment and grabbing at a towel and quickly rubbing herself up and down, then wrapped it around herself and started out of the bathroom.

“Pet!” I growled and she turned to face me, looked down, slipped the towel off and then darted out of the room.

“Oh I want one!” I heard Alexandra say as her eyes were glued to her own daughter’s ass. I knew it was Norman behind those eyes, but I did wonder if Brittney’s Mother was aware and forced to watch or not, “Are you sure I can’t borrow her?”

“Sorry Norman,” I replied, “I’m not the one you need to ask. You’ll need to talk to the ladies about that.”

He frowned and flipped a hand in my direction, “Well you know I would do that, but I’d end up with both of them hopelessly in love with me, and then I’d wreck our relationship because I’d steal both of your girlfriends, and that isn’t fair, so I’ll just keep tugging on my hubby’s lease instead. He’s been a rather entertaining time too.”

“You’re having fun in your mount?” I asked as I looked down at my breasts and lightly played with my nipples as my body ignited with want.

“Oh yes. I don’t think Sassy Pants likes me in here, but I’ll move on after tonight. There is no reason to torture the poor girl,” Alexandra replied and then got a thoughtful look on her face and she slid over to sit next to me and began to gently stroke my skin, “Say Kevy, I know you sent me that letter and kind of explained you were done with the two of us, but I was wondering, do you think I could talk you into letting me hang around here for a little while?”

I let out a sigh as Alexandra’s fingers teased spots on my flesh that I didn’t even know would excite me and then looked over at her, “Norman, you read the letter wrong.”

“Did I?” Alexandra asked as she brought a hand to her mouth, “Well, I was being roughly pounded in two holes by a groom and his best man when I read it, so it’s entirely possible that I may have missed a line or two.”

“I never said I was done with you. I said I was done with the travel,” I replied and as Alexandra’s mouth opened I put a finger to her lips and said, “And I’m done with randomly taking over a body and getting screwed by anyone they wouldn’t normally get screwed by. If it’s not a part of their life, I’m not doing it. I don’t want to change the course of someone else’s life anymore.”

“What are you saying? I’m not a home wrecker!” Alexandra held her hand to her chest and then looked down at her breasts and back up, “Well, okay. Maybe I am. That best man was married to someone else… I seduced the fuck out of him.”

“And what is that woman going to think the next time her husband wants a threesome?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

“She going to think, Hooray! More dick for me!” Alexandra replied as she raised her hands in a cheer.

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she relented, “Okay, he’s going to say you did it before, what’s the big deal, and she’s not going to remember it. I see your point,” Alexandra relented.

“You remember those two college girls that we brought down to spring break?” I asked with a sigh.

“Every girl gets a little slutty for spring break young man! You do not get to take spring break away from me!” Alexandra said as she pointed a finger at my face and spoke in an angry tone.

“I’m not taking anything away from you Norman. If you want to go down to spring break and fuck your way across every beach in sight, you do it. I’m saying I’m not doing it anymore.” I replied as I pushed his finger out of my face.

“It’s just a little harmless fun! You’re being over dramatic!” Alexandra said as she rolled her eyes.

“She tried to kill herself Norman.” I said as I felt anger well up inside of me.

“Wait, what? Who did?”

“Paula Faith Brown.”

“Who is Paula Faith Brown?” Alexandra asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“Paula was my mount for spring break that year.”

“Well why would she do something like that? I mean I don’t know why you feel so responsible.” Alexandra said as she rolled her eyes again.

“We recorded ourselves. Do you remember that? We did… like… a video diary, so we’d remember every day, even if we drank ourselves unconscious. We recorded everything with that phone. Doing shots. Smoking pot. Fingering ourselves. Fingering each other. Getting fucked by guys. Getting fucked by a lot of guys at the same time. And it was when I was really buckling down on learning how to hide my face to the cameras, so it was all her face in every video.” I paused as I felt pain stabbing at me, “on the last day we drank so much, and got fucked by those guys in the alley on the side of the bar, and then ended up pissing in water fountain in the park and got the girls arrested. We didn’t want to deal with it, so we bailed on them. They went to jail. Their parents had to come and bail them out. Under aged drinking, public nudity, drunk and disorderly… They went to the hotel afterwards to get their stuff, and found the camera. Do you know what we forgot to do Norman?”

“Oh no! We forgot to get rid of the video diary!”

“Both of their parents saw it all. Everything. Paula couldn’t handle it. She dropped out of school, and for a while did drugs. Then she decided to just OD.” I felt my eyes burning as tears forced their way forward, but I kept blinking them back.

“I mean, how do you know it was us? Just one bad week and you’re ready to say it’s all us? She could have had a screw or two loose already,” Alexandra said as she spread her hands.

“Because when I saw her name in the online article, I went back to see if there was anything I could do. I hopped her again. I know the exact moment when she felt like the whole thing spun out of control, and it wasn’t even her decision to make Norman. So I stayed. I stayed and I got her clean. I got her an apartment and a job. I enrolled her back in school. Do you know how long all of that takes Norman? A lot fucking longer than it did to fuck it all up. I couldn’t fix her relationships before I had to come back and start school. Now I look at her bank accounts online every night to see if she’s going back to using. Every night Norman. Because I did that, and I just can’t anymore. It’s too heavy for me. If you can ignore it and live with yourself, do whatever you want… but not me, not anymore.” I said with a sigh and brought my knees up and hugged them tightly to my chest.

I felt arms wrap around me and Alexandra whisper in my ear, “Oh Kevy, I’m so sorry. You weren’t ready for all of this, but it’ll get easier. You just found out what you were so young.”

I pulled out of her grip and pushed her back, “It’s not going to get easier Norman. I’m not doing it anymore. I found Amy and Brittney and I’m going to hold onto them as long as I can. They know what I am and they accept me for it. We have a good thing here.”

“You think you can just stop? It’s not like that peanut!” Alexandra’s voice said to me as she shook her head, “You think Paula had a hard time stopping? You just wait until you start getting a jones for trying someone new on. It’s part of our curse. Sure we get to do whatever we want and not care, but it comes with a price too. You know how long I’ve been doing this. New bodies and new experiences are way more addictive than some drug you can inject with a needle.”

I shook my head and squeezed my arms around my legs tighter, “You may be right, but I have to try. And I know better than to tell you what to do, but I’m making this decision for myself.”

I felt a new pair of arms wrap around me, and saw Brittney leaning across the tub and hugging me. She smiled at me softly and then slid into the tub, “I know I’m not supposed to talk Mistress, but I heard what you said, and I just needed to say I’ll help you however I can.”

“Pfft,” Alexandra said as she waved her hands, “Normals and their promises. They can’t understand.” Alexandra’s face softened and she sighed as she looked at me, “But if that’s what you want, you go ahead and try. I’ll be there when you’re done. I’m always here for you my little peanut! You know you’re my favorite Awaken, right?”

I sighed and looked at Norman but didn’t respond. I just leaned my head against Brittney’s and sat there. After a few silent minutes I heard Brittney ask, “Norman, how long have you been doing this?”

Alexandra chuckled as she leaned back and stretched, “Oh, since about the dark ages Sassy pants.”

Brittney’s head shot up and she looked over at her mother’s body, “That’s… hundreds and hundreds of years!”

“And to think I don’t look a day over forty!” Alexandra said with a giggle.

“How?”

“Well, when we mount you normals, it retards our aging process. So, we get to stick around longer.” Alexandra said with a shrug.

“And you’ve been doing this ever since?”

“I don’t think I even saw my own body from about fourteen hundred AD until about sixteen hundred AD. That was a wild time. It’s so much nicer now. Everyone talks about the good old days, but let me tell you from experience the best thing about the good old days is that they are good and gone,” Alexandra said with a wink.

“How many body hoppers have you found in your time?” Brittney asked as she still kept her arms wrapped protectively around me.

“Oh, for the longest time it was about one every two hundred years or so… but travel sucked back then,” Alexandra paused and laughed, “And some of the women were so hairy and toothless that you didn’t know if they had a man in them or not!” She paused one more time and then said, “It wasn’t until trains, cars, and airplanes were common place that it really picked up on finding more than one hopper every hundred years or so, and even now, the one I found before Kevy here was about twenty years back.”

“And they all live so long?” Brittney said with wide eyes, “there must be a ton of you guys.”

“Oh, no. You’d be surprised Sassy pants. Even hoppers find ways to off themselves,” Norman said with a shrug.

“Really?”

“Oh, they’d drown at sea with the rest of the crew when boats were wind powered, or die in some stupid war because they thought that lines on a map meant something,” Alexandra said with a chuckle.

“You know that hot little singer a few years ago that seemed to go crazy after she got super popular? She shaved her head and went all nutty? Well, that wasn’t so much her and more so the hopper that got into her. He went for the hot body. He stayed for the slutty sex with big name people, and folks doing whatever he said, and then got into drugs. I mean, everyone in the spotlight has a dealer on speed dial, right? And with all that money, they can just keep on doing it. Well, hoppers can OD in a mount too. Or even worse, they get out, get to a fresh one, and when they get a hit it’s like the first time all over again, so they keep switching and hitting, and end up as one of you Normals that dies on the first try, and people are all, Oh, so and so was a good person! They would never do drugs! Well, guess what, it wasn’t always them.” Alexandra said as she splashed the water in front of her.

“You’re so detached about it all,” Brittney stated with a frown, “How can you be so cold?”

“Listen here, Grumpy britches! I’ve watched more people close to me die than you have even seen in your entire life. Don’t call me cold without walking a century or three in my shoes!” Alexandra suddenly glared at her daughter.

“Norman is one of the oldest hoppers around, and actually the only one that I ever met that was older than him was pretty bat shit crazy,” My mouth said as I glanced a Brittney.

“More bat shit crazy than Norman?” Brittney asked in shock.

“Hey, you watch your tone!” Alexandra exclaimed, “Everyone use to like to drink from lead cups. They all said the wine tasted so much better. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy for liking a straight up earthen clay cup or bowl. Who’s laughing now, huh?”

“Is Norman your real name?” Brittney asked as she peered across the tub at her mother.

“Oh heavens no. I don’t even remember my own name. Remember when I talked about that two hundred year stretch without even seeing my real body? That was a pretty lonely time. I never even heard my real name for that stretch of time. At one point in time I had a castle somewhere with my real name carved in the hearthstone, but I’ll be damned if I can remember where that was, you know? All of those countries started fighting over lines on the map, and I thought to myself, _self, you best get out and just let the normies kill themselves off. _So that’s what I did.” Alexandra said as she slowly leaned back in the water and then played with her breasts as they floated in the water.

“Norman, promise me that if one of these girls is ever in trouble and I’m not around, you’ll help them,” I said suddenly with a piercing gaze.

“Peanut, you’ll be fine. Stop being such a drama queen. Being a queen is what I do,” Alexandra said with a flip of her wrist.

“When we were in Spain, and you were dangling off that cliff and I pulled you back up do you remember what you said?” I asked Norman in a steeled voice.

Alexandra rolled her eyes, “I said I owed you one.”

“Well, I’m calling in that chip.” I said with a serious tone.

“Fine. Boom. Done. If either of these girls need something they just have to ask. Until they tip over from natural causes I will do my best to protect them, but I am NOT going to their funerals. And you can’t make me.” Alexandra said as she splashed water at me and stuck out her tongue.

“Thank you,” I said as I let my legs go straight and pulled Brittney into my lap.

“All of this talk is so depressing! Let’s talk about something else. Brittney, how are you at giving head?” Alexandra asked as she came and pressed herself against both me and Brittney with a large smile on her face.

“Oh I do not think I can talk about this with you in my Mom’s body,” Brittney replied with a yuck face.

“You want me to go get your Father’s body? That’s a bit kinky, but okay, probably easier for practice,” Alexandra said as she started to get out of the tub.

“Wait! No! Stop please!” Brittney squealed as she grabbed at her Mom’s waist.

“Well let me tell you, ever since I was a little girl I’ve always wanted to…” Alexandra started to say until Brittney interrupted, “You’re a guy. Not a girl.”

Alexandra let out a sigh and waved her arms around, “Details! Anyway, I’ve always wanted to role play a mother teaching a daughter how to give head! And guess what! Now I can!” Alexandra said excitedly as she began clapping quickly.

“Oh fuck no.”

“Do not make me talk to your Mistress young lady! I will,” Alexandra threatened Brittney with a shaking finger, “Or I could also tell your Mother. Which one will it be?”

“How is he not the bat shit crazy old hopper Mistress?” Brittney asked me as she clung to my neck.

“He just likes to have fun, the bat shit crazy ones are… worse,” I replied to her.

“Why do you think Norman will need to protect us Mistress? Why can’t you?” Brittney asked as she tucked her head under my chin and kissed at my neck.

“Because he can protect you from other hoppers like I can’t,” I told her as I reached up and stroked her hair.

“How is that? What can he do that you can’t?” Brittney asked as she looked over at Norman uneasily.

“Well for starters I can weasel my way into a body that’s already been hopped and kick a hopper right out of said body. I don’t like to do it though, it’s not fun. The mount has to pretty much puke them out…” Alexandra said as she leaned back against the side of the tub and put her hands behind her head, “I tried to teach Kevin how to do it, but he’s not quite there yet. Maybe in a year or two. He’s very very good at hopping techniques, which is why it’s such a shame he’s hanging up his belt already.”

“I’m starting to be more afraid of you the more I know about you Norman,” Brittney said and I mentally agreed with her.

“Oh, well you normals don’t have to worry about little ol’ me too much. Especially now that Kevy made me pinky promise to look out for you. Other hoppers will listen to me, though. You see, it’s pretty discombobulating to get kicked out of a body. They tend to need a few hours to reform into their human self, and then about five days to a week before they get their hopping back under control…” Alexandra paused with an evil grin, “And that’s if I let them.”

“What?” Brittney asked with wide eyes.

“Well, after a few thousand years and lots of practice you can sort of feel other hoppers around you, even unawakened ones. And after lots and lots and… well, lots of practice you can hop into other hoppers. And once you’re in them, you can shut down their mojo and they’re locked in either their own form or whoever they are in when you lock them from the inside. So most body hoppers tend to go out of their way to not piss me off,” Alexandra said with a shrug.

“You can stop them forever?” I fought my way to the surface to ask, which caused Norman to raise his eyebrows before responding, “No, you can only do it for a certain time limit. When I first figured out how to do it I could shut them down for about ten years. Now it’s about a hundred. I’ve done it three or four times, and all of them have died from old age before they could get their mojo back, so it’s kind of like a death sentence to hoppers.”

“Oh that’s horrible,” Brittney said, “Okay, you were right. Let’s talk about something else. This is depressing!”

“Okay!” Alexandra said excitedly, “Well, first things first, Kevin would you be so kind as to get your dick out?”

“What? No I am not mother-daughter bonding with you over a fucking blow job session!” Brittney said as she splashed water over her mother’s smiling face.

“Actually Pet, I wouldn’t mind a blow job,” I said as I looked at her with a smug smile.

Brittney looked at me with wide eyes and then dropped her head, “Of course Mistress. How foolish of me. I should always be looking to better myself in the art of pleasing you.”

Alexandra’s arms were shaking excitedly and I thought she might jump out of the water and scream for joy, but she quickly reeled in her enthusiasm and let out a breath as she centered herself.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to please a man with your mouth daughter?” Alexandra said as she leaned forward and put her arms around Brittney’s shoulders as if to comfort her, “Of course I’ll help baby, momma just wants you to be happy.”

“Oh… for fucks…” Brittney said and then sucked in a deep breath and muttered, “For Mistress,” under her breath as she looked over at Alexandra, “I’ve never done it before Momma! And I have to admit, I’m a little afraid!”

Alexandra’s brows creased and she panted, “Holy fuck this is happening! Oh em gee thank you everyone!” then she covered her face with a hand, took a breath and snapped back to character, “Oh daughter, it’s okay! Every woman has to stare down the one eyed trouser snake for the first time in their life at some point.”

“Cut! Seriously, you’re going to call it a one eyed trouser snake? What am I in this fantasy? Thirteen? Or is this a fantasy from like seven hundred years ago? It’s a fucking dick. Call it a dick. Or a cock! But not a fucking one eyed trouser snake!” Brittney said as she planted her hands on her hips.

“Well I didn’t mean to offend Sassy pants! I’ll do better, okay?” Alexandra said as she shook her head.

“Then let’s get this over with… Action from my line,” Brittney said as she dropped her arms to her side and pouted, “But I’ve never done it before Momma! I’m a little bit afraid!”

“Oh daughter, don’t worry your pretty little head. It’s just a dick. It won’t bite,” Alexandra said, “And once you get used to it, they actually taste kind of nice.”

I felt my body sliding out of the water and sitting on the edge of the tub as my legs slowly spread. I felt a tingle in my stomach and knew what came next. My pussy began to spread as Kevin’s dick began to slip out of my folds. I let out a sigh as it separated me, and I looked down with a small smile as it speared outward, already somewhat erect. Brittney’s face was now by my knee looking at the large shaft as it wobbled in her face with wide eyes. Alexandra’s face also seemed to be mesmerized by it, and she smiled stupidly at it as she said, “Oh, I forgot how big that thing was.”

“It’s too big,” Brittney said as her brows furrowed.

“It’s a challenge! You’re not going to let it win, are you?” Alexandra said as she struggled to look away from the cock and over at Brittney.

“I…” Brittney’s voice faded out.

“It looks more intimidating than it really is. Start by licking it,” Alexandra encouraged Brittney as she gently pushed on her back to bring Brittney’s face almost in contact with the tip.

Brittney glanced over at her mother’s face and then up at me, then stuck her tongue out and just barely touched it to the head of the cock that was between my legs before quickly pulling back. Alexandra rubbed Brittney’s neck and said, “She, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now do it again, but this time try to lick more of it. Maybe start with a nice lick on the tip, then go for a longer lick up the shaft.”

Brittney nodded and stuck her tongue out once more. She briefly licked the head of my dick then paused and licked it with a bit more gusto. She then ducked under my shaft and brought her tongue against the skin and dragged her wet tongue up the entire length. I shuddered with pleasure as Alexandra encouraged her, “See, you’re doing so well! Your Mistress quivered! How does that make you feel, baby?”

Brittney smiled at her, “I do like to please Mistress…”

“Well then, you’re going to need to get back in there. Now, bathe that dick with your tongue!” Alexandra said as she patted her daughter’s back.

Brittney nodded enthusiastically and practically dove back at my dick. She licked the sides, the head, the bottom, and back to the head.

“Good, now it’s time to put it in your mouth,” Alexandra said with a sultry smile.

“But it’s so big!” Brittney replied back, “I won’t get it all in!”

“You can do it baby, Momma believes in you,” Alexandra said as she patted her daughters back gently, “Just start at the tip and I’ll walk you through it.”

Brittney gulped and then nodded, then opened her mouth and leaned forward. The warm moistness enveloped my head and I let out a small gasp.

“See baby? Mistress is enjoying you. Now slowly suck off the head and kiss it. Remember to look up at her eyes. I bet she loves it when her pet makes eye contact.” Alexandra told her in a supportive tone.

Brittney did as she was told and as her big green eyes shined up at me I had another moment where I knew I was straight, but damn she was hot. I mentally tucked that note away in my own mind for when I was doing this to Kevin myself. My dick jerked fiercely in Brittney’s face and she let out a small, “eek,” but Alexandra’s hands kept her right in front of my member.

“Okay, now go a bit further. Take more in your mouth. Get that shaft nice and lubed up,” Alexandra said as she half pushed Brittney’s face back around my dick. Brittney’s warmth wrapped around me once more and she went further, then backed off only to be pushed forward again by her mother’s hands, “Okay, now work your way up and down. Not too fast, but not too slow either.”

Brittney began working on my cock like it was the only thing in her world. The smile on Alexandra’s face was dazzling, “Don’t forget about Mistress’s balls dear! Use your hands, but be gentle. Fondle them. Feel them. Caress them.”

I felt Brittney’s hands go to the fleshy globes at the base of my shaft as she massaged them. Along with her soft tongue still wiggling against my rigid flesh and the friction of her perfect lips sailing up and down my length it was heavenly. “Baby, give Mistress a moan. Let her know that you’re loving the fact that you get to please her like this.”

“Mmmmmm,” the sound came from Brittney’s throat and its vibrations around my dick made me see stars. “Oh yes, Pet! Yes! Suck my cock like you mean it!” Came out of my mouth as I put a hand on her head and grabbed at her hair.

She picked up speed and let out another moan as she looked up at me with her eyes and winked. I gasped again as my world shrunk down to the trunk sticking out between my legs. I leaned back and closed my eyes, “So close! So close!”

“Okay baby, it’s almost time. You’re going to have to get as far down that beast as you can. Don’t worry about trying to take it all, just get the head to the back of your mouth. Try and get it in, but don’t worry if you can’t, it’s huge!” Alexandra said as she rubbed her daughter’s shoulders like a coach going over a big play with an athlete.

Brittney kept pumping up and down, fucking her face on my shaft as my grip tightened on her hair, I mumbled, “Here… it… comes!”

“Now baby! Take it all!” Alexandra cheered as Brittney mashed her face down on my dick. I felt the warmth of the back of her throat against the head of my cock, and she let out a half gag. My dick jerked and leapt as I felt my balls constrict and pulse. “Swallow it baby. It’s easy. Just let it go down your throat, it’s already there!”

Brittney gulped as best she could and I released again, and again, and then once more. She couldn’t keep up, but did her best, and sealed her lips around my shaft. “Okay baby, pull back slowly. Don’t let any extra slip out! It’s yours, you earned it! Just ease off that dick, and then swallow and smile up at Mistress and thank her for her gift,” Alexandra continued to coach.

Brittney slid her lips off my dick and swallowed as best she could and then kissed the tip of my now deflating dick and then looked up at me, “Thank you Mistress! Did I please you Mistress?”

I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting traces of Kevin’s cum still in her mouth and then nodded against her forehead, “Yes Pet. You did very well.”

“See Baby, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Alexandra said as she leaned back in the tub once more.

“No Momma, it wasn’t bad at all! Thank you for helping me tame the dick!” Brittney replied happily.

“Just remember you’ll have to do that often. Dicks need a lot of care and attention baby,” Alexandra said as she motioned for Brittney to come over and hug her.

“Okay Momma,” Brittney said as she leaned into her mother’s hug as she closed her eyes as her head rested against her chest.

They stayed that way for a moment and then her eyes opened and she called out, “Cut! That’s a wrap.”

Brittney pulled out of her Mother’s arms and I watched Alexandra smile and shake her hands in the air, “Oh thank you thank you thank you! That was everything I hoped it would be! Brittney you were just perfect! And I hope it was informative too!”

Brittney sighed as she ran her tongue around her mouth, “I still don’t like the taste. I like licking Mistress better.”

“Each to their own I guess,” Alexandra said with a smug smile.

“My mom wasn’t awake for this, was she?” Brittney suddenly asked as she gave her mother a questioning glance.

“Oh Sassy pants, I wouldn’t do that to you! Well, maybe I would, but I didn’t this time. I put her under when your Dad went down for his little nappy-poo. Speaking of which, after that little show I’m positively salivating down below. I do believe it’s time to go wake my dear husband up and demand another round.” Alexandra said as she stood and climbed out of the tub. She grabbed the towel Brittney had left on the floor and dabbed at her skin until it was dry, and then looked down at her soaking shoes and brought them up one at a time and unclasped and stepped out of them, “I’ll just have to slip into something else. These are ruined.”

Brittney’s eyebrows went up as she watched her mother stroll out of the room and wave over her shoulders as she called out, “Toodles! You kids have fun now, okay?”

I slipped back down into the tub and held my arms out for Brittney, who climbed into my lap and cuddled with me in the tub, “Thank you Pet. You did a lovely job of putting up with Norman.”

“Anything for you Mistress, I hope you know that,” Brittney said as she kissed my breasts.

“Yes Pet. I do,” I said as I stroked her hair.

“Mistress…” She suddenly spoke as she pulled back to look at me.

“Yes Pet?” I asked her with a curious glance.

“You’re poking me…” She said and then shifted in my lap as she looked down between her legs, “Are you really ready to go again so soon?”

“Another part of my curse Pet,” I said with a sigh, “But I want to hold you for a bit longer first.”

[xorg]

Chapter 16

I sat on Brittney’s bed as she dried my hair. After she had gone as far as she could with the towel she pulled out her brush and a blow dryer and continued. Once she had finished with my hair she started drying her own while I got up and went to my bag. Kevin had released control of my body back to me, but he was still hiding inside me somewhere. Brittney didn’t know that Kevin had given me back control. I pulled out a small pair of white cotton string bikini panties and slipped into them. I then grabbed a pair of tight grey yoga pants and worked them up my legs and over my ass. After that I found a white cotton bra and began working my way into it. I happened to glance over my shoulder and saw Brittney eyeing me.

“Is something wrong… Pet?” I asked, trying to imitate dominatrix me as I turned.

“Of course not Mistress. I just didn’t expect you to get dressed. I would have helped you…” She said with a strange look on her face.

“Then find me a shirt, Pet,” I replied to her as I went and sat down on her bed. I decided to play this out a bit and see what I could get Brittney to do for me.

“Of course Mistress,” Brittney said as she scurried off into her closet and came back moments later with a tiny white crop top.

I frowned at her and she looked at me with wide eyes, “You don’t like it Mistress? Let me try again.”

She returned to her closet and came out a few moments later with a black fishnet shirt. I again shot her a disapproving glance, “No.”

Her eyebrows rose and she nodded and went back in the closet once more. This time she came out with a soft looking knit sweater and I finally nodded. I let her slip it on me and help me get my arms in place and then looked at her.

“Pet, put some clothes on.” I demanded and then flopped back down on her soft bed.

I heard her walk out of the room and then she returned a few moments later wearing a tight black latex off the shoulders mini-dress. She walked over to the bed and laid down by my feet and looked up at me with big green eyes waiting for me to say something. “Is that what you’re going to wear Pet?”

“You disapprove Mistress?” She asked without looking away from my eyes.

“Whatever. It’s fine. Pet, go get some nail polish and paint my toes.”

She nodded and instantly was off again. She disappeared into another closet and came back shortly with a small bag and set it down. She then opened it up and looked inside the bag with a frown. I wiggled my toes at her, “They aren’t going to paint themselves!”

“Sorry Mistress,” She yelped and pulled out a color and looked at the bottle.

She dropped it back in the bag and pulled another one out. She shook it and then looked at it again then finally opened it and slowly brought the brush down to one of my toes. She flicked the brush and I felt it hit skin. I sighed loudly, “What are you doing?”

She frowned at me, “I don’t know!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” I shot back.

“I’ve never painted anyone’s toes before. I get a manicure and a pedicure every week. I don’t do this!” She said in a frustrated voice and then glared at me, “And Mistress wouldn’t make me do things like this and then be disappointed in me!”

“How did you know?” I asked her as I sat up.

“Oh please. I know my Mistress,” She shot back, “You’re not into me at all, and she makes me feel like I’m the center of her world just from the way she looks at me. You want to cover up. You want me to put clothes on. She can’t wait to get me naked and keep me that way. She knows everything about me. She’s harsh and caring all at the same time! You’re just pretending to be interested in me to get your nails painted.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m such a horrible mistress,” I said as I frowned at her.

Brittney looked up at me, recapped the bottle of toenail polish and then slid up the bed next to me, “You don’t have to be. You’re my best friend right? When you’re in control, let’s be friends. It’s actually kind of amazing to have both your Mistress and your best friend be the same person, but also be separate. We go shopping one night, and you’re making me eat you out the next. I get to gossip with you one night, and get commanded by you the next.”

“I suppose,” I remarked as I shrugged my shoulders.

“But stop trying to trick me okay? Just tell me it’s you. I mean, if you want me to rub your back or eat you out, or even try and paint your nails, I will.” She said as her fingers playfully rubbed across my belly, “I’m into you. I know you’re not all about me, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“It’s so weird letting you touch me like this. I mean, when he’s got control of my body, and I can’t stop myself, it’s hot… but when it’s just me… I don’t feel it.”

Brittney pouted at me and sighed, “Yeah, I get it.”

She rolled away and I felt like I hurt her feelings. I reached over and pulled her back to me, “I didn’t mean to hurt you Brit.”

She nodded and I felt my body suddenly climb on top of her. She looked up strangely at me as I smirked down at her and then grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled slightly, “Who said you could get dressed?”

Her eyes went wide as she knew it was not regular old Amy anymore, “Mistress! I meant no disrespect! I thought it was you that told me to get dressed!”

“Oh really? My host body decided to abuse its power? Well then she’ll have to be punished as well.” I said with a smirk as I looked down at my clothed body. I pulled my soft sweater off and tossed it on the floor and then stood up on the soft mattress to look down at my legs in the tight yoga pants I was wearing.

“Pet, spread your legs,” I commanded and watched as Brittney nodded and her tight dress slid up her thighs as she did as she was told.

I dropped back to the bed and brought my mouth down to her moist folds and started to lick her pussy. She squirmed under me as I used my tongue, fingers, breath and nose to bring her quickly to orgasm. I looked up at her with a shiny face and said, “Pet I love your choice of panties.”

She giggled in response and then let out a yelp as I dropped back down to eat her out again. As I licked her pussy with renewed vigor I felt the tingling in my stomach from before, and felt the head of Kevin’s cock slowly ease its way out of my pussy. Just when I thought it was ready to emerge it sucked back inside my body. I felt it slowly begin pushing out once more as I continued licking Brittney’s delicate folds. She whimpered and I saw her hands grasp at the bedding beneath her and then I let out a moan as my tongue flicked over her clit and Kevin’s dick began thrusting out of my folds. Again it sucked back in as I reset my tongue position. The cock buried deep inside of me then drilled out hard, and I thrust my face forward as my tongue went deep into Brittney. Matching cries of ecstasy came out of both of us, and that only spurred Kevin on. My tongue picked up speed as Kevin’s thrusting out of my core and through my sopping pussy also picked up tempo. Brittney squirmed and quivered on the bed and her heels dug into my sides as my toes curled and Kevin’s dick pistoned through me. Then suddenly Brittney’s legs slapped shut on my head and I heard her scream out in unintelligible garbled words, but none of that mattered as I tipped over the top of a ridiculous orgasm myself only to suddenly feel my abdomen muscles contract and my word constrict down and I felt Kevin’s release through the absolute center of my being. I couldn’t see as my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt each shot fire out of Kevin’s shaft. I rolled over onto my side and twitched uncontrollably as I rode the waves of simultaneous aftershock orgasms.

I don’t know how long it took for my senses to come back to me but when I was capable but when detecting the outside world again my eyes fluttered open to see Brittney sitting by my side staring down at me with a concerned look on her face. She tucked some of her dark hair behind her left ear and asked cautiously, “Amy… or Mistress… um… are you… okay?”

I sucked a breath in as I blinked a few times and tried to focus on her green eyes. Finally my mouth seemed to function and I managed to mumble out, “y… ya,” I took a few breaths then continued, “Jus gimmie a min.”

Brittney’s head tipped slightly as she reached out and stroked my hair gently and she gave me a half smile, “That was fucking intense.”

I tried to nod, but I don’t know if my head moved or not, and I heard her ask, “Are… are you guys sure you’re okay?”

Suddenly Kevin took over again and my hand went up and I gently put a finger to Brittney’s lips as I said, “Hush Pet. Stop being so needy. Amy told you we just need a minute.”

Brittney nodded and rubbed my back lovingly as I continued to breathe. Finally when I felt collected a hand went to my temple and I crawled off the bed to stand on shaky legs and then looked down at yoga pants and I squatted slightly and said with a slight laugh, “Oh I made a mess.”

Brittney hopped off the bed and trotted into the closet, “Don’t worry Mistress, I know how you feel. I’ll get you some clean clothes.”

“Pet, make them acceptable. Playtime is almost over.”

Brittney’s face appeared from her closet and stared at me for a moment. I could see the sadness in her eyes but simply nodded and then disappeared once more. I stretched as I took another deep breath and then sat back down on the bed. I felt Kevin disconnecting from me mentally and then felt his slime flow out of me as he disconnected from me physically. His puddle quickly gathered at the floor by my feet and then took on human form. He grinned at me and gave me a quick wink and then headed around the bed to his own pile of clothing. As he started to get dressed Brittney appeared holding clothing for both me and herself. I saw her head turn and her shoulders slump as she saw Kevin standing on the far side of her bed also getting dressed.

“Boo hiss. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Mistress,” She handed me some new leggings and a pair of panties.

She quickly slipped out of her shiny mini-dress and tossed it on the floor beside her, then put on her own bra and panties followed by a short denim skirt and a cute top. I went to the bathroom to clean up before I changed and when I was finished Brittney was sitting on the couch in her spacious bedroom looking at her phone while Kevin was saying something to her.

Brittney didn’t seem to be paying much attention to him as she never looked up from her phone and waved a hand dismissively at him, “You should tell your parents that you’re going to move in with me and be my man-servant. Then we could have as much playtime as we wanted.”

Kevin sighed, “Brittney, I said I was sorry about dismounting Amy before you got to say goodbye, you don’t have to be this way, we’ll do it again soon.”

“Whatevs Chess Club. If you’re done here our business is concluded. You can go now,” She still never looked up from her phone as she pointed to the door with her free hand.

I saw the hurt on Kevin’s face, but only for a moment as he then gave her a smile and nodded, “Okay, well, thanks. I really did have a great time.”

“Mm-hm, of course you did. You spent time with me, so it had to be awesome.”

Kevin started walking to the door and I went over to Brittney. She glanced up from her phone, and as she saw me she tossed the phone over onto the couch cushion next to her and popped up off the couch and wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her head sank heavily on my shoulder and she questioned me, “Are you sure you have to go too? We could watch a movie or something in the theater room. We’ll load up the popcorn machine and watch whatever you want. We could have some girl time and just talk about whatever.”

I squeezed her tightly in return, “My parents are probably wondering why I’m not home yet too.”

Brittney pulled back and pouted, “Fine. I see how it is.”

I took a step towards Kevin as I looked back at her, “Brittney, don’t be this way. I don’t want to end this weekend like this.”

“Well that’s the choice you’re making not me…” she started to say as she planted her hands on her hips and then we suddenly heard a loud cracking sound that stopped the words from coming out of Brittney’s mouth.

It took me a second to realize it sounded like the crack of a whip, and then we heard Brittney’s father gargle out a pained cry followed by his voice as he loudly begged, “Please! Please don’t stop!”

As we heard another loud crack Brittney jumped and then looked at us with wide eyes and stated, “You know what? I’ve decided that I’m not done with this weekend yet. So if you guys are leaving you’re just going to have to take me with you. I’m going to toss a few things in a bag and I’ll meet you down at the car.”

I smiled at her as I heard Kevin say from the doorway, “Whatever you want Brittney.”

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Brittney was sitting in between Kevin and I on the large bench seat in his car and had her head on my shoulder as Kevin’s car sputtered while he pulled it into his driveway. It died just as he was reaching for the key and I couldn’t help but say, “It’s a good runner, huh?”

He let out a sigh, “I must not have the idle set up right on the carb or something…”

“Maybe some of the rust fell off in the gas tank, Chess club. It can’t be any less rusty than the rest of this piece of shit. You’ll probably have to clean the jets out. Maybe you should just walk to the gas station, get 5 gallons of the cheap unleaded and then instead of putting it in the tank, just douse the car and light a match,” Brittney replied as she reached across my lap and pulled hard on the door knob.

When the door knob came off in her hand she looked at it for a few moments then set it down on the dashboard in front of Kevin, “You should fix this too.”

Kevin didn’t respond, he just quickly hopped out of the car, ran around and opened the door for us. I was just starting to get out when Brittney crawled over my lap and took Kevin’s hand and got out before me. I glared at her ass crossly while she ignored me and then also took Kevin’s extended hand and got out myself. I saw Kevin’s mom stand up from the small flower bed in his front yard and she tugged gloves off her hand before adjusting her hat and walked over to us, “Oh look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. Why didn’t you answer my calls young man?”

Kevin looked at his mom, “I texted you right away after your first call! I told you we were on our way home. You didn’t have to call me four times in fifteen minutes mom. I didn’t want to answer the phone while I was driving.”

Suddenly his dad walked out of the garage while wiping some grease off his hands with an old rag and barked out, “That’s not the way you talk to your mother young man!”

Kevin nodded and then I heard him say, “Sorry Mom.”

“It’s fine sweetie, I just wanted to know where you were. You know how I can’t work this stupid thing,” His mom said as she dug an older phone out of her pocket and flipped it open, “Oh! Yes, I see you did text me. Well, next time you should just answer your phone I think. I swear your generation is allergic to actually using a phone like it was meant to be used.”

“I thought these things were only good for looking at porn and memes,” Brittney said as she held up her phone to Kevin’s parents, “I mean, and sending pictures of cats and dogs being adorable, but that’s kinda secondary.”

I heard Kevin suck in a breath but he otherwise remained motionless and silent as a statue while Kevin’s dad eyed up Brittney and then held out his hand, “You must be Miss Beldamore. The one from the fight at school.”

Brittney took Kevin’s father’s extended hand and shook it as she replied back, “It wasn’t much of a fight. Just a bunch of Neanderthal football players taking a time out from their circle jerks to pick on Chess Club here. Once you break a few knee caps they fall in line pretty quick. I’m hoping they man up a bit before they start something next time.”

A smile broke out on Kevin’s father’s face as his mother’s eyes got wide. He then asked, “So everyone was at your house last night? No one caused any problems, right? It was a supervised party?”

“Brittney’s housekeeper Janice was there all night Dad, and her parents got home this morning. We weren’t without a supervising adult at all,” Kevin replied quickly.

“And there was enough room for all you miscreants?” He asked as he eyed his son’s wrinkled shirt.

“Brittney’s bedroom is as big as the first floor of our house Dad.”

“Oh, you saw her bedroom?” His mom suddenly chimed in, “What were you doing in her bedroom young man?”

I saw Kevin start to answer but I interrupted, “I was in there with Brittney. She’s my best friend. He came in to find me.”

Kevin’s dad gave me a piercing gaze and I wondered if my father was the only Dad on the planet that had yet to master that technique which caused me to swallow loudly as he then asked, “And you are?”

“I’m Amy. I live next door. Sir… Amy Summers…” I stammered out, and then held up a hand and pointed to my house, “It’s right there. I mean, you probably know where the house next door is but mine is that one… Although you do have houses on both sides, so maybe you didn’t know and I just wanted to help you out… Not that you needed help to figure it out or anything, because the other side is the Renards, but they’re like ninety or something, so it wouldn’t make much sense for them to have a high schooler living with them… but like…” Brittney suddenly saved me from myself as the words continued to tumble out of my mouth when she poked me in the side and then said, “Smooth Summers. Really smooth.”

“Sorry!” I squeaked until I saw Kevin’s mom looking at me again with wide eyes.

“Wait! Amy? Aren’t you the girlfriend?” She asked as she looked at me with a surprised face.

“Mom! I told you Amy lived next door!”

“You haven’t met his parents yet? Are you sure you’re his girlfriend?” I heard Brittney comment, but I didn’t have time to reply when suddenly Kevin’s mom was hugging me.

She squeezed tightly and then backed up and then leaned in again for another tight hug as she started laughing, “Oh my! You’re so pretty!”

Now my eyes were wide as I smiled back at his mom, “Heh, thanks.” I mean, what do you say to that?

“I didn’t think he actually meant you! I thought he meant a different Amy that lives next door! I mean, you’re just so… pretty! And he’s well… he’s you know… Very sweet.”

“Mom! Seriously?” Kevin said as he covered his face with his hands and I heard Brittney start laughing so hard she had to bend over as she grabbed her stomach while I stood there and felt my face start turning as red as Kevin’s.

“What? I’m just saying I’m very impressed dear, that’s all. I saw her outside in her dress for the last school dance! She’s just so pretty! And you didn’t even have a date, remember? So now that you have a really pretty girlfriend maybe it’s time to throw out those magazines that you have hidden under your mattress that I’m not supposed to know about?”

“MOM!”

Brittney’s laughter doubled in intensity and suddenly she was snorting to suck air back in. The look on Kevin’s mother’s face told me she didn’t understand what she had said wrong and she continued, “I’m just saying sweetie, she’s a bit out of your league and I’d hate for something silly like that to ruin it for you. Oh and you’re making her ride around in your junky old car? Why didn’t you say something, you could have borrowed my minivan.”

“BAH HA HA HA HA!” Tears were openly streaming down Brittney’s face as she struggled to breathe and laugh at the same time, “Oh stop! Oh…” She gasped, “Oh I can’t… can’t breathe!

“I have to get the girls home now. Right now,” Kevin said as a look of shock was plastered on his face, “I’m going to make sure they get there safely, and when I get back we need to have a family meeting,” He declared as he put a hand on the small of my back and gave me a small push.

I started to walk toward my house while Brittney stumbled and wiped at her face with the back of her hands, still laughing uncontrollably as she reached out and took hold of me for support. We were only a few steps away when I heard Kevin’s father call out loudly, “Hey! Young man, get their bags. I raised you better than this. Move it double time!”

I helped Brittney across my lawn, up my driveway, and onto the steps of my porch as she continued to laugh uncontrollably. A few moments later Kevin showed up with our bags. I reached out and took them from him and gave him a weak smile, “Your parents seem really nice.”

“They’re well… you know, very sweet!” Brittney said imitating Kevin’s mom and then busted out laughing again just as hard as before.

Kevin closed his eyes and groaned loudly while leaning against the pillar on my front porch and then said, “Okay, well, I’m going to go and run myself over with my car now. I’ll talk to you girls later.”

I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then said back with a smile, “I’m serious, they seem nice. They look like they care about you,” I paused and then added, “I’ll see you later. Thanks for the great weekend.”

Kevin nodded at me, shot me a small smile, and then headed back toward his own house. My front door opened and I saw my father standing there looking at Brittney as she continued to laugh while leaning on me.

“What’s so funny?” Daddy asked us with one eyebrow raised.

“You had to be there Mr. Summers,” Brittney managed to sputter out, “You just had to be there.”

[xorg]

Chapter 17

I walked into school on Monday and was bombarded by people high fiving me, or telling me it was the best party they had ever even heard of. I smiled and nodded and thanked everyone who talked to me on my way to my locker, stowed some of my things and grabbed my books for the first period. I then wandered down to Kevin’s locker and as I rounded the corner my jaw clenched.

I saw Kevin leaning back against his locker as Gisselle stood in front of him, spinning a lock of her blonde hair around her finger as she smiled and chatted with him, and then reached out and ran her hand down his arm. What the hell was with that girl? As I felt steam coming from my ears she laughed heartily at something Kevin had said and then leaned in against him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she looked up at him sweetly. I swear she tried to bump her lips against his, but Kevin pulled his head back and looked down at her quizzically. His eyebrows raised and he looked around and then spotted me and waved.

I stomped down the hallway and as I got there the two of them separated. I pushed past Gisselle with my back toward her as I puckered toward Kevin’s face and was rewarded with him leaning forward to give me a kiss on the lips. As he pulled back I looked over my shoulder and said, “Oh, hey Gisselle, can I help you with something?”

“No, I was just telling Kevin that I really enjoyed his birthday party,” She said as she looked past me to Kevin’s face.

“Oh. Because from where I was standing it looked like you were trying to hook up with yet another boy that I was already with,” I replied in a nasty tone.

“He’s not married to you or anything. You guys only started dating like, what, a week ago? Calm down,” She replied in an equally nasty tone and then added, “Unless you have to mark your territory because you don’t think you can keep the men in your life from getting bored and straying.”

I heard several people suck in their breath and a few “Oooohs!” as they watched us get catty with one another.

“Why don’t you go find out what Brad’s doing. The two of you are a perfect match. I didn’t care when you wanted to snake your way into his pants, but here’s the only warning you’re going to get from me with Kevin,” I took a step closer to her, “Keep your paws to yourself or I’ll pop your head like a zit.”

“Oh scary!” She said as she waved her hands in the air, “Wait, no. Get over yourself Summers. The day Brittney graduates you’ll go back to being a loser crying under the bleachers and eating your lunch in the bathroom.”

I suddenly felt Kevin’s arm around my waist as he looked over my shoulder at Gisselle and said, “Thanks for coming to my party the other night Gisselle. I’m really glad you had a good time, but I’m with Amy right now and that’s not going to change, even if I’m holding a tissue box under the bleachers and eating lunch in a stall alongside her.”

Gisselle sighed and turned to leave, flipping her blonde hair as she did so and then started to walk away. She looked over her shoulder and said, “That’s a shame Kevin. The two of us could really be the new royalty of this school. If you change your mind let me know. Oh, and you’re still invited to the pom squad’s first practice. We’d love to know what you think.”

After she left Kevin looked at me with a small smile, “Pop your head like a zit?”

“I was channeling my inner Brittney,” I said with a scowl, “I can’t believe that skank just has to go after whatever boy I’m seeing at the moment.”

Kevin put his arm around my shoulder and said in a reassuring voice, “Well she can try all she wants, she’s not getting me.”

“Thank you. It feels good to hear that,” I replied and wrapped my arms around him.

After a moment I pulled back and looked at him, “What did she mean when she was inviting you to the pom squad practice? We don’t have a pom squad.”

“Oh, she was talking about how they just started one. You and Britt didn’t know? She asked like… all of the cheerleaders to join it. Something about everyone being sick and tired of Brittney’s rule of terror.”

“Wait, what? No, I didn’t hear about this!” I said as I pushed away from him.

“Oh. Sorry. I probably would have mentioned it, but I thought you and Britt knew and didn’t care or something.”

“Oh if Brittney knew she’d have been pissed. I would not have missed her rant about this…” I paused as things clicked in my head, “Oh no. That means Brittney doesn’t know.”

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and quickly started texting Brittney. I took Kevin’s hand and pulled him, “We should go check on her.”

He nodded and followed me through the hallway and I could see people turning their head to look at us as we passed. A few were reaching out to fist bump Kevin and tell him how awesome the party was, and a few of them looked at me with lust as they said, “Hey, really enjoyed that dance you guys did.”

I didn’t respond as I made my way toward Brittney’s locker. When we got there I could see her lips curled into a sneer as she looked down at her phone and her eyebrows were furrowed in anger. She looked up and saw us coming and turned to her locker and began fumbling with the dial. I stopped next to her and went to put my arms around her shoulders but she shrugged me off.

“I don’t need a pity hug.”

“I was just trying to…”

“Well don’t,” She cut me off as she continued fumbling with her locker.

“Should we…”

She cut me off again, “I don’t know! I need to find out who bailed. I need to find out who started this whole pom squad idea. Then I need to find an abandoned warehouse and enough chain to keep them locked up for a while so I can torture them. That is my plan right now. You can help me with that or you can stay out of my way.”

“Brittney I think…” Kevin started to say.

“Shut up Chess Club. I don’t care what you think,” She interrupted Kevin and then punched her locker, “Why won’t this fucking thing open! Stupid fucking locker!” She kicked at it twice and then went back to spinning the dial.

Kevin let out a quick breath and then stepped past me and between Brittney and her locker and reached down to spin the dial. He quickly went around a few times, and then tugged on the opener. The door swung open to reveal neatly stacked books, pictures of Brittney and I, and some of the cheer team, along with a few ribbons that we had won.

She glared at him, “How the fuck do you know my locker combo Chess Club?”

Kevin raised his eyebrows and then looked around at the group of people who had gathered around us waiting to see Brittney go ballistic and then said, “I think you know how,” he paused and then said, “I’m dating Amy and Amy knows it.”

Brittney took a step back and blinked a few times and then let out a long breath, “This sharing everything is weird. And you knowing everything and us not knowing anything is getting seriously fucking old Chess Club.”

Kevin nodded to her, “Okay. We’ll work on that.”

“I don’t want to work on it, Chess Club. I have my own problems right now. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Yeah. I do. I’ll see you guys later,” Kevin said as he gave my hand a quick squeeze and then walked down the hallway off to his first period class. Half the group that was gathered seemed to follow him and Brittney turned and shooed the rest of them away from us with her hands and an evil glare, then spun back and grabbed some books from her locker.

“We need an emergency cheer meeting. Girls room by the auditorium. Beginning of second period. Spread the word to the girls you know we can trust.”

With that she spun on her heels and stormed down the hallway. People dove out of the way as she stomped by them.

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“Those ungrateful little bitches!” Brittney swore as she shook with rage, her small hands balled tightly into fists, “If they think I’m going to take them back after this little slut brigade falls apart they are completely fucking high on something!”

She looked around at the gathered girls and scowled, “Why didn’t anyone say anything to me?”

“I didn’t know until this morning,” I said with a shrug.

“I thought you knew,” Rachel replied and looked at her feet.

“I didn’t want to piss you off by being the one to tell you,” Hannah said as she took a step back.

“Oh for fucks fucking sake!” Brittney swore loudly, “So this is some skank and football team payback? Those two fucks bailed on us in the middle of the season and now how are we supposed to get two more girls up to speed on the cheers? We’re fucked for competition. Oh I’m going to…”

“Why don’t we concentrate on fixing the situation? Who can we get to join the squad that has some skill and can actually pull this off?” I interrupted Brittney’s tirade and tried to steer the conversation away from her heading into plans of revenge.

“What about Kiara? She’s pretty limber, and she’s done some gymnastics. She tried out for the team but didn’t make it,” Rachel said with a shrug.

“Kiara got picked up by the pom squad. They took all the girls that tried out but didn’t make the team,” Hannah replied quietly.

“They fucking stole every girl with any amount of talent? Are you fucking with me right now?” Brittney swore as she paced back and forth in the girl’s bathroom clenching and unclenching her fists.

“They also picked up any girl that has a cute smile and the football players crush on. They promised them dates with the football guys,” Hannah added in a still quiet voice.

Brittney’s face turned toward Hannah and she gave the poor girl a piercing stare, “You need to tell me this shit sooner.”

“Brittney it’s not her fault. You want to scare her off to the pom squad too?” I said as I stepped next to Hannah and put an arm around her shoulder protectively.

“Amy I will…” Brittney started to say until I cut her off and snapped back, “No! Stop it! You’re part of this problem. You call everyone names, push everyone so hard, and they left. Now we need to stop fighting among ourselves and figure out what to do. If you don’t want to do that you’re doing this wrong and don’t deserve to lead us.”

Brittney took a step toward me and I thought she was going to hit me for a minute and then suddenly she was hugging me and Hannah as she let out a sniffle, “I just want us to be the best! I push everyone to be the best! I know I’m pushy, but we are the best.”

Hannah looked at me with wide eyes and then slowly brought up a hand and patted Brittney’s shoulders. Brittney let out a long sigh and then pulled back and wiped her eyes quickly and said, “Okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m a bitch and I push everyone. I really appreciate you guys staying on the cheerleading squad and not just bailing on me completely.”

“We wouldn’t do that to you Brittney, you scare the shit out of us,” Tiffany said with a watery eyed grin.

“Well, that and you do take care of all of us. Seriously Brittney, you watch out for us all. No one messes with me being in any advanced classes because they know you have my back. I use to get called a nerd or a dork all the time, but since I got on the squad everyone leaves me along and I have a pile of friends that I know have my back. I wouldn’t turn on you just because some girls want to hook up with the football team assholes,” Hannah told her as she again patted Brittney’s shoulders.

“Thanks,” Brittney said and then looked at me, “We need to go and battle plan and I’m not doing that in the fucking bathroom. Manny Peddys. Now. Let’s go.”

“I can’t skip,” Hannah told her, “I have a test in Advanced Geo.”

“I’ll get kicked off the team if I have any more unexcused absences,” Rachel replied with a shrug, “But if you and Amy come up with something, I’ll support it.”

Several other girls nodded and most of them murmured in agreement that whatever the two of us came up with the whole squad would back us up. I was suddenly surprised how many girls looked to me for support as well as Brittney.

Brittney nodded, “Okay. We’ll be back for practice. We need to have a team meeting. And let those two traitors know that if I catch a glimpse of them I’ll wreck their faces.”

“No. Don’t tell them that,” I said as I shook my head, “Be cordial, but don’t tell them anything about what we are thinking or doing. Act like they are just friends like normal, but they are cut out of knowing what we are doing.”

“Since when do you get to give out orders? And why would we be nice to them in any amount what-so-ever?” Brittney asked as her eyes narrowed at me.

“Well, for one we don’t want to lose another cheerleader when you get kicked off the team for threatening them, so suck it up buttercup. The other thing is we don’t want them to know what we’re up to, and having you act like nothing is wrong will definitely throw them for a loop. Everyone is expecting you to want to rip their heads off, so if you’re smiling and normal they will suddenly wonder if you were just waiting for them to quit anyway, or if they made some serious mistake,” I told her.

“They did make a mistake,” Hannah said as she rolled her eyes, “But yeah, fine. I’ll play nice with them.”

The rest of the girls nodded as well and then we all left the bathroom. Brittney tucked some hair behind her ears and put on a grin and waved to Hannah as she led the rest of the squad down the opposite hallway as us. She then hooked her arm in mine and we headed down the hallway and out of the school and toward her car. As we got there I saw someone lying on the hood of her car.

Brittney let out a loud sigh, “What the fuck are you doing on my car Norman?”

“I saw the two of you post on your social media accounts about the cheer-traitors. I came over as fast as I could to show my support,” He said as he rolled toward us and smiled brightly.

“What are you wearing?” I said as I started to laugh.

“This is my work out outfit,” He said as he flexed his thin arm.

“I don’t even wear shorts that short Norman. How are you not dangling out of them?” Brittney said as she slapped a hand over her face, “And are you seriously wearing a woman’s blouse tied on your stomach?”

“It’s not a woman’s blouse if a man is wearing it Sassy Pants.”

Brittney grumbled under her breath at him and then pointed at the ground, “Off my car. We’re leaving for manny peddys.”

“Oh! I haven’t had a manny peddy in forever! I’m so in!” Norman brought his hands up as he shook them with excitement and let out a little squeal.

“I wasn’t inviting you,” Brittney said as she scowled at Norman, “I can already tell you’re going to be too much for me to handle today. I’m having a bit of a crisis here and I just can’t deal with you right now.”

“Ouchies! That hurts Sassy Pants!” Norman said as he pouted at her, “You know I could help you with your problem. I’m big on helping.”

“Norman, your gay is at like… an eleven right now. I just can’t, okay? I just…” Brittney said as she shook her head.

“Really? You’re going to judge me on my gay?” Norman looked at her with shock.

“Can you just like… tone it down to a seven?” Brittney asked, “You tone it down and you can come.”

“Yay!” Norman said as he got off the hood of her car and started to prance in circles, “I can reel it in a little for you Sassy Pants!”

“And now you’re at a twelve,” Brittney said as she rolled her eyes and walked around her car and got in the driver’s seat.

I got in the passenger side and saw Norman climb in the back and then he popped his head in between us, “Isn’t this just such a little adventure! Just us girls! It’s going to be AMAZING!”

“You’re not a girl Norman,” Brittney muttered and then started her car and backed out of her stall and left the school parking lot.

“Oh! Turn left up here.”

“I know how to get to the nail salon Norman,” Brittney shot back at him.

“Obviously, but you don’t know how to get to my salon Sassy Pants!”

“Oh for fucks fucking sake.”

Brittney turned and headed in the direction Norman wanted her to go. After zigging across town we wound up at a dilapidated old strip mall where Norman got out and pranced over to a door, “This way! Hurry up! We’re late!”

“Norman, we’re walk-ins,” I said with a giggle.

“Oh really?” He opened the door and a small oriental woman clapped her hands at us.

“Ah Mister Norman! It’s very good to see you ‘gain! I have-a three chair right here, just like you want,” The woman said in a very broken accent as she motioned us to come in.

Brittney and I looked at each other and then back at Norman who smiled at us, “Oh puh-lease. I just knew Brittney would need a manny peddy to strategize how to take down the tramp-squad! And Mrs. Chow here does the absolute best job in this town. Now get your cute little butts in the chairs!”

Brittney sighed as she walked past me and plopped into a chair, “Okay, you’re right. Maybe you can help me bring down the tramp-squad.”

“Damn straight I can. I’ve broken up more all girl teams then you’ve known existed Sassy Pants,” Norman said as he plopped into the chair next to her and then patted the empty one and gave me a smug grin, “Sorry kitten, looks like I get to sit next to the queen bee. I hope you’re not seething with jealousy over me stealing her from you.”

“I’ll get over it Norman,” I said as I walked over and then bent forward and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you for this. It’s sweet.”

He brought his hand up and touched where I had kissed him and then scowled at me, “You are such a little tart! How can I stay mad at you for stealing my Kevy and get my revenge by taking your friend if you’re such a little sweetheart!”

“Is that what this is about Norman?” I shook my head, “Why can’t we all just get along together?”

“You mean like… we all share Kevin and each other like a pile of friends?” Norman asked as he looked at me like I was crazy.

“Woah. I don’t want more friends. Friends are work,” Brittney said as she shook her head, “I’m full up thank you.”

“Exactly,” Norman replied and nodded at Brittney.

“Fine. Then I’m keeping Kevin and Brittney,” I said as I sat down in the chair next to Norman and stuck my tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes at me and then leaned over to Brittney and asked, “How do you deal with her?”

“It’s a constant trial,” Brittney muttered as some women came out from the back and knelt down in front of us and started filling tubs of water and then knelt down to begin massaging our feet.

Norman moaned in pleasure, “Oh that is good. Really get in there. I carry all of my stress in my big toes and my calves.”

I leaned back and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the woman rubbing my feet as well. Brittney let out a huff, “I needed this.”

“Oh, so what are we doing about the tramp squad?” Norman asked her.

“We as in me and Amy and the rest of the cheerleaders are going to find two new members from… I don’t know… go on to win the cheer competition and then make them look like a bunch of clumsy cows in front of the whole school the next time we’re both dancing at the same school function. The two traitors will see how awesome we are and come crawling back and I will laugh at them and cast them back to the slut table in the lunchroom where they can talk about STDs with Giselle as much as they want and then everyone will know that I am not to be fucked with or you will lose everything you hold dear,” Brittney declared in an angry tone.

“Well there is no way you’re winning the cheer competition with the cheers you have now,” Norman said as he leaned back in his chair and then looked down at the woman massaging his legs, “Just a bit rougher on my calf deary! Really dig in there.”

The woman at Norman’s feet nodded as Brittney yanked her feet away from her masseuse and leaned over the arm of her chair and growled at Norman menacingly, “Our routine is fucking gold! What the hell do you know about winning a competition?”

Norman didn’t seem concerned as he rolled his eyes, “Brittney Brittney Brittney. Did you know that cheerleading started as men going to games to cheer on their team? Women squads with the cute little skirts and such didn’t start until I pushed for it. You’re welcome.”

“You invented cheerleading?” I said with a laugh.

“I didn’t invent it. But I was the one that made it into cute little things bouncing around and showing off their stuff. I was the one that added pom-poms. It was a different time back then, though. I mean, no one wanted women to be involved in sports… Hell they didn’t even want women voting. What kind of a system is that, anyway? I mean you two are perfect examples of intelligent young women. Why in the hell would anyone not want your opinion? Men can be such stuffy pigs, you know?” Norman said and then let out a small groan, “Oh that is the spot right there.”

“Why the hell do you care about women’s voting? And just because you think you invented pom-poms doesn’t mean you know how to win a competition now,” Brittney said as she plopped back into her seat and gave her feet back to the woman waiting patiently to resume her foot massage.

“Sassy Pants I spend time in a fair amount of women. I also happen to enjoy the company of men. I don’t give a hoot who you are or what equipment you have or how you like to use it, everyone should have a voice. It makes life more interesting,” Norman rebuked her, “And I didn’t just invent the pom poms. You know the California Super Stars? I’ve led five teams to victory. World Cup Flying Stars I’ve led three teams to win, and runner up’d twice. Super Spirit four… no wait… five times… and USCC invitational three times, runner up’d once. When I cheer, I cheer to win. You may think your routine is the gold standard, but listen here powder puff, I invented the gold standard in nineteen seventy four. I’m looking for diamond level now or I don’t even bother picking up my pom poms.”

Brittney crossed her hands over her chest and huffed as I looked at Norman with wide eyes, “The two thousand and eight USCC team?”

“Yep,” Norman replied as he glanced at his finger nails and smiled smugly.

“That routine was INSANE!” I exclaimed, “Where did you come up with it?”

“It was basically a toned down version of a night I spent with a rather acrobatic lover in a penthouse on top of a Vegas casino. Past that I won’t kiss and tell,” Norman replied and then leaned toward me, “Okay! I will tell! But you can’t…”

“Shut up!” Brittney screamed out, “None of this is helping!”

Everyone, including the three women who were rubbing our feet stopped and looked at Brittney, who turned her head away from us and looked out the front of the store. The three women then looked at each other and muttered a few things to each other in a language I didn’t know. Norman looked down at them and in an angry tone snapped back at them in the same language. All three women looked up at him with wide eyes and then quickly got back to rubbing our feet. Mrs. Chow, the woman who had greeted us stood up and started coming over but Norman held up one hand and waved her off.

“Well then Sassy Pants, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” Brittney said as her voice cracked and I saw her hand come up and cover her face as she rubbed at her temples but I knew she was just trying to cover her watering eyes, “And I fucking hate not knowing. I’m supposed to have a plan. I’m supposed to be one step ahead of this happening. I always have been. ALWAYS. And then you and Kevin show up, and everything at school is fucked up, and my home life is fucked up, and now this happens and I’m fucking lost, okay! I’m fucking lost. I’m slipping and I hate it.”

Norman let out a sigh and reached out and took Brittney’s hand with his, “You’re not slipping Sassy Pants. You’re readjusting. You’ll get it all nailed down again. Plus you’ll also get to have great sex, too,” Norman reassured her and then frowned as he looked at her hand, “Oh my. Look at those cuticles. You should have been in here four days ago. Maybe a week.”

Brittney snatched her hand back and scowled at him, “I was busy! See! I’m slipping!”

Norman leaned back in his chair, “You, little miss, need to learn how to delegate. You think your father runs a business empire with his fingers in everything? No. He has people he trusts taking care of the things he can’t oversee. You need to do the same.”

“Yeah Britt, you can lean on me,” I said as I looked over at her.

“So what are you thinking here? Completely change the routine? Adjust it to our new number of girls? And then learn it in… what? Almost no time?” Brittney said, “Even if I have a dozen people under me, I don’t think it’s possible.”

“Pfft. Kevin and I can learn a new routine in a few moments,” Norman replied, “You just need a better routine.”

“Like it’s that easy to come up with! Keep talking fucking stupid and I will slap your face off Norman!”

“Oh! It’s the sass again! I love the sass!” Norman said excitedly as he turned to me, “She’s just so hot when she’s mad! I can’t get over it! It makes me want to just jump inside of her and find some young stud to work out the frustration on!”

“Try it and I will find out if you can stab slime with scissors,” Brittney growled at him in a menacing tone.

“He he he he he!” Norman giggled happily.

“Britt, we have someone who put together what… fifteen championship routines sitting right next to us! Why wouldn’t we let Norman help?”

“Sixteen, but who is counting, really,” Norman muttered as he rolled his eyes, “Not to mention runner up outcomes.”

“Let Norman change the routine? Are you fucking insane?”

“Kevin could do it too, if it would make you feel better,” Norman said as he waved his hands around in the air.

“Chess Club? Oh for fucks fucking sake,” Brittney muttered, “And that still doesn’t help us learn it, or solve the problem of the two missing girls.”

“Kevin and I could hop two girls. That’s the least of your problem,” Norman muttered, “You’re not looking at the big picture here. Your routine needs to change if you want to win anything. You’ve only got what, four tosses in it? Puh-lease.”

“Get off my dick or I will mushroom stamp your forehead right out of this salon Norman!” Brittney shot back as her fingers dug into the cushions on the arms of the chair.

“Wait… Brittney, that could work. Kevin and Norman could be the missing girls. They could hop anyone and make them into a cheerleader.”

“Well, not anyone. The bodies still need to have some physical aptitude, but I mean, yeah, you pick two reasonably in shape girls and Kevin and I could high kick and back flip better than ninety nine percent of the cheerleaders at any competition,” Norman muttered as he picked at his finger nails.

“And what do we do afterwards? When they wake up and they’re suddenly cheerleading stars?” Brittney questioned me, “Don’t you think that will be a little odd.”

“We’ll tell them about what’s going on. There are in shape girls that would kill to be on the team! This would get them there!” I said as I started putting a list of girls together in my head.

“What? I am not certain I am comfortable with this ever expanding circle of people in this town who have seen my liquid form,” Norman muttered, “It’s kind of a personal thing. I mean a few people, sure that’s kinky, but when everyone is all like, Oh that’s just Norman being a blob it takes away all the fun.”

“Yeah okay, that could work…”

“No way I am doing this unless I get complete artistic control and vision for the cheer routine I will be doing. I am not a follower. I am an eagle and I must soar to new heights. Others follow me,” Norman said as he put his nose in the air, “I will not dilute my cheering record with your quite frankly mediocre routine. If you want me to do this I will, but I am in it to win it.”

“Fuck you Norman! You little fucking bitch! I’ll…” Brittney rolled in her seat and then was suddenly sitting on Norman as one hand grabbed the loose collar of his shirt and her other hand pulled back to clock him in the nose.

Norman put up his arms as he squealed, “Not the face! I’m too pretty to be punched there!”

Suddenly Brittney stopped as she started to giggle, “Really? Not the face? You are such a fucking pansy.”

“I’m a lover not a fighter,” Norman shot back at her quickly, “Do you talk to your mother with that same mouth by the way? I’ve been wondering that for a while now.”

“My mother came from a softer generation,” Brittney replied as she calmed down and got back into her own seat, her masseuse again muttering something in a language I didn’t understand.

“You think your mother came from a softer generation? How many bras have you burned fighting for women’s rights? How many times have you gotten kicked out of school for voicing an opinion that’s different than what the men think? Do you have more career options than nurse, secretary, and homemaker? You better thank those softer generations Sassy Pants,” Norman said with a scowl.

“It wouldn’t have taken so fucking long if I would have been born sooner,” Brittney crossed her arms over her chest and glared back at Norman.

“Oh em gee, you’re probably right,” Norman said as he rolled his eyes at her, “I forgot who I was talking to.”

“Damn straight. Say my name,” Brittney declared and looked over at Norman like he had declared a challenge.

“I guess I can see a bit of Joan of Arc in you,” Norman said as he squinted at her, “She was killed by a bunch of men burning her alive, you know that right?”

“Bring on the torches,” Brittney lifted her chin, “I’ll take on anyone who wants to get in the ring with me.”

Norman turned to me and squealed with excitement, “Oh I like her! She’s got such sassy pants! I’m so excited to stay here for a bit and see how all of this turns out!”

“Amy, start talking to girls who might want to join the team, but need some help with their moves… We’ll talk to them all and see who might be open to having Norman inside them… That may be a sticky point…”

“Rude much?” Norman said as it was finally time for him to glare at Brittney, “I’ll have you know that most people love having me inside of them! Deep deep inside of them!”

“Ew,” I muttered as I raised an eyebrow at him, “Too sexual.”

He turned my way and shot me a grin, “Oh Kitten, you let me borrow your body for a night with Kevin and I will show you too sexual.”

My eyes went wide as I sucked in a breath and Brittney slapped the arm of her chair, “Pay attention bitches! Norman, do you have any ideas for our routine or is it all just used up recycled old shit that won in the past?”

“Oh you did not just insult my cheer routine creativity, did you? Those are fighting words Sassy Pants. You better check yourself, because you do not want an upset Norman coming for you. I may be more of a lover than a fighter, but if I fight a tenth as good as I make love I will fuck you up,” Norman said in a tone I hadn’t heard him use since the first time I had talked to him while he was in Brittney.

“Okay, my house tonight. I’ll have the white boards and markers ready. Bring videos and anything else you need. And pretzels. It’s tradition, don’t ask,” Brittney declared, “You and Kevin should be there too,” She looked at me, “And then tomorrow we’ll break the girls up into four person squads so the good ones can help the shitty ones. I’ll put the groups together.”

“Oh! Oh! I know just who to wear tonight! This is going to be so much fun! Salty carbs and three of us in tight athletic clothing ganging up on little Kevy? He won’t stand a chance! And we totz cereal need to have a pillow fight when it’s just us girls tonight, okay? Okay?”

“Fine Norman. Just bring the pretzels.”

“It’s a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“It’s a date! Now what color are you having your nails painted? I am just in love with that fuchsia. And maybe little teddy bears painted on my middle fingers? What do you think Amy?”

[xorg]

Chapter 18

“My parents are less than understanding about this,” Kevin said as he glanced over at me while holding four bags of pretzels.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I appreciate it,” I smiled at him sweetly, which caused him to smile back as he raised an eyebrow and then asked me, “Why couldn’t you drive yourself here? Why do I need to bring you to Brittney’s cheer-tastrophe meeting? And why did we need to stop for four bags of pretzels?”

“I have one rule. We do not talk about Amy driving,” I replied while I rang Brittney’s doorbell and then added, “I also reserve the right to amend the rule or rules at any point in our relationship.”

“I’m just saying, I know you have your license. Why don’t you drive? Like ever?” Kevin asked as he used one of the bags of pretzels to scratch at his nose.

I pursed my lips and gave him a long stare before replying, “There is only one rule. Are you sure you want to break it? Your mom already thinks I’m a catch that’s out of your league. Do I need to tell her we broke up because you couldn’t follow one rule? I’m not going to tell her what that one rule was either. I’m just going to leave a stack of magazines on your porch and let her grill you.”

Kevin looked back at the door and blinked a few times. He then took a sidelong glance at me and said in a quiet voice, “My bad.”

“I’m glad that we have an understanding.”

“When did you get so utterly ruthless?” He asked a moment later with a smile.

“Shortly after I found my mom masturbating when cheer practice was canceled one day.”

Suddenly the door opened and Brittney was standing there in a sports bra and spandex short shorts. She motioned us in and then asked, “Where is Norman? You guys are all late.”

“We’re ten minutes early,” I replied as I glanced at the clock on my phone.

“That’s five minutes late for cheer practice Summers. And twenty burpees for talking back.” Brittney replied coldly.

I sighed and started to drop into push up position. I heard Kevin say, “Really? Right in the doorway? Is this happening right now?”

As I jumped back to my feet and counted my first burpee Brittney looked at Kevin and barked out, “You want some too Chess Club? I do not tolerate insubordination on my squad.”

“I’m not on your squad,” Kevin replied to her with a shrug.

“The fuck you aren’t if you’re hopping a girl and doing competition with us,” Brittney replied as her hands went on her hips.

“Two,” I said loudly while I continued my punishment and then started the next burpee while Kevin gave Brittney a look of utter confusion.

“Okay, one of you needs to stop and tell me what in the hell is going on here. I think somewhere along the line certain parties must have had conversations with other parties, and an undetermined party never notified me of any plans or goings-on that seems to be affecting what the group is doing. I would appreciate being brought up to speed,” Kevin replied as he pushed the four bags of pretzels into Brittney’s chest.

I continued to go through my motions as a car pulled down Brittney’s driveway and up to her door. Brittney ignored it and Kevin’s pretzels as her hands remained on her hips while she furrowed her brows still staring angrily at Kevin’s face, “Yeah, it’s not fun to be in the dark on something, is it Chess Club? Now you know how it feels!”

“I know how it feels to be left in the dark Britt. Or maybe you don’t remember the two of you just deciding to casually break up with me and get me beat up by some football players every day after school?” Kevin let go of the pretzel bags and they landed with a plop at Brittney’s feet.

Brittney took a step forward and with both hands shoved Kevin off the porch. He stumbled backward as Brittney balled her hand into a fist and cocked her arm back while she yelled, “One, I was never dating you, thus I could not break up with you. Two, never send an entire football team to do what one girl can do!”

“Oh my, did I come at a bad time?” I heard a voice say from the porch and instantly my mood soured worse than Brittney’s.

I popped to my feet and spun as I saw Kevin, trying to maintain his balance, get caught by Gisselle, who wrapped her arms around his chest and peered under his left arm as now both Brittney and I grimaced in her direction.

Brittney took a step toward them both, her arm still cocked back as she said in a threatening voice, “Two for the price of one! I’m going to lay them both flat in one swing!”

“What are you doing here Gisselle?” I demanded to know in a hostile tone as I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her.

Gisselle saw Brittney primed to swing and not only released her grasp on Kevin, but her small hands slipped around behind him and she then shoved him forward into Brittney’s path. Brittney’s fist altered course much faster than Brad’s did at a moving target, and caught Kevin on the left temple with a loud SMACK. Gisselle’s hands went up over her mouth as her eyes went wide and she let out a startled gasp when Kevin’s head spun around and he flopped down on Brittney’s porch, landing like a rag doll that a careless child had slapped off a table top. I also let out a gasp and dropped to my knees next to his head and gently touched the already swelling skin of his face. I saw another pair of hands reach out to gently pull back his hair and followed them up to Gisselle’s concerned face as she knelt on the opposite side of me.

“Oh no! Peanut! Are you okay?” Gisselle called out in a worried tone.

As soon as she called him Peanut the light bulb flipped on in my head, “Norman?”

She rolled her eyes at me, “Of course it’s me! What the hell is going on?”

“Uhhhh,” Kevin groaned as his eyes slowly opened.

“Oh thank you for being alive!” I said as I leaned over Kevin and hugged him tightly, then felt Norman worm an arm under me to also hug Kevin tightly.

“Ow,” Kevin said loudly as he tried to wince and then began to struggle underneath both of us, “Okay, off! Off, off, off!”

Kevin got into a sitting position and brought a hand to his face and then gave all three of us a sour look. Brittney towered above us all while tapping her left foot impatiently and I bit my bottom lip as my eyes lowered themselves to the floor.

“I told you Peanut, you have to be careful with normals. They have violent tendencies toward hoppers,” Gisselle stated as she gave Brittney and I a sidelong glare.

“We’re even further behind schedule now. Did everyone get all their insubordination out, or will we need a second round? We don’t have time for this shit,” Brittney declared.

“Why in the fuck would you bring our arch-enemy to our planning meeting Norman?” I hissed out, “And why would you push Kevin right into Brittney’s fist like that?”

“Oh now it’s my fault?” Gisselle’s face twisted in shock, “I thought this was all part of that crazy kinky game that you three play! How the hell was I supposed to know Brittney would actually kung-fu Peanut’s face!”

“Why is everyone yelling?” Kevin shouted up into the sky.

“Why did you bring skankzilla to my house Norman? Not cool,” Brittney pointed down at Gisselle’s face and raised an eyebrow at her.

Gisselle’s face spun to glare at Brittney, “You two aren’t really this stupid, right? You want to know what the cheer-traitors have planned, and I bring you the head of the organization so that I can dish out all of her secrets and Peanut gets popped in the face for my trouble?”

“Whatever. Chess Club got popped in the face for being a lippy little bitch. The least he can do is own up to it,” Brittney replied as she flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder and spun to start walking into the house, “I guess bringing Gisselle’s penis-addled brain wasn’t a terrible idea, but don’t sit on anything in my house unless it’s covered in plastic, understand?”

Gisselle made a face and stuck her tongue out at Brittney’s back as she gently patted Kevin’s shoulder while I pouted at Kevin.

“Are you okay?” I asked him with concern as I gently touched the side of his face, causing him to wince and jerk upright.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” Kevin replied and then called out to Brittney’s back, “It’s okay Britt, you don’t need to apologize or anything.”

“Stop being such an over-dramatic pussy Chess Club. You went down faster than my prom date. Now are you guys just going to sit on my porch all evening, or are we going to get cracking?” Brittney replied and then yelled down another hallway, “JANICE! Bring an uncooked steak! Some moron showed up on my doorstep and got his bell rung!”

Gisselle and I both stood up and then reached down to help Kevin up. She was much quicker than I was and slipped under his shoulder to help him walk into the house. As I looked at her with raised eyebrows she stuck her tongue out at me quickly before putting on big puppy dog eyes and looking up at Kevin, “Oh my poor little Peanut! Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Kitten, don’t forget the snacks, please and thank you.”

I shook my head and watched them walk into the house after Brittney while I stood there for a moment. Finally I let out a huff, grabbed the bags of pretzels, and hooked the door with my foot to pull it closed behind me before trotting to catch up, just in time to overhear Kevin ask if anyone was going to tell him what was going on yet.

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“No! Clap clap, vertical splits, back handstand, into a run, tumble cartwheel, spring up to a one, two, one diamond. Not a pyramid!” Gisselle hissed at Brittney.

“We can’t do a diamond with one girl as a base Norman. Don’t be fucking daft!” Brittney hissed back.

“I’m sorry I thought you said you wanted to be the best. I didn’t realize this was a planning session to be mediocre!” Gisselle planted her hands on her hips and leaned in to stare down Brittney.

Brittney’s face scrunched and she grabbed a handful of pretzels and pitched them at Gisselle’s face. Gisselle in response grabbed a handful of pretzels from her bag and pitched them back at Brittney.

I looked in the mirrors surrounding the large exercise room in Brittney’s house and again openly gawked at Norman’s face on Gisselle’s body before turning back to Kevin and asking, “Do you ever really get used to it?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. I honestly don’t think too much about it anymore.” He replied as he shifted the ribeye steak around on the side of his face.

“Well then, we need two more warm bodies! Otherwise you don’t have enough girls to pull off what you want to do!” Gisselle said as she threw her hands up in frustration.

“I know!” Brittney said as she also threw her hands up in frustration and they both turned to glare at Kevin.

“No,” He replied in a forceful tone, “I am not hopping a girl and making her compete in a cheering competition without letting her know what we are doing and why we are doing it, AND having her agree.”

“Well I’m not doing it unless no one knows it was us. I get to remain anonymous. I have enough normals to deal with in this town right now as it is,” Gisselle replied and stamped her foot down.

“For fucks fucking sake,” Brittney muttered and slapped her forehead.

“So we are back to altering your barely adequate routine Sassy Pants,” Gisselle said as she held up her hands and shook her head, “It’s the only way.”

Brittney stomped over to Kevin, “Are you really fucking serious right now? You can’t bend this stupid rule of yours to help me out one fucking time? Some friend you are!”

Kevin lowered the steak and looked at Brittney as the bruise on the side of his face continued to grow and his black eye darkened, “Are you being serious with me right now?”

Brittney rolled her eyes and shrugged, “It’s not my fault you bruise like an overly ripe tomato Chess Club.”

“Give me the marker,” Kevin replied in a worn out voice and held his hand out.

“As if. Only proven champions get to hold the marker,” Brittney replied as she rocked back on her right foot and pulled the marker back to her chest protectively.

“She has a point Peanut. This half of the room has led cheerleading squads to 18 championship victories. You and your little blonde friend over there have led a grand total of how many teams to a championship win?” Gisselle asked with raised eyebrows as she cocked her head and looked at Kevin and I smugly.

“How is it that I still want to slap her no matter who is driving her body?” I muttered under my breath and Kevin’s face twisted into a half-smile.

“Oh that’s right. None. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Goose egg.” Gisselle answered her own question and then let out a giggle before continuing, “You just sit there and try and keep your face pretty while the experts talk about the important stuff, okay cutie?”

Kevin’s face went flat with disdain. I don’t think I’d ever seen that reaction in him before. He set his steak down on the floor alongside him and looked over at me and whispered, “You mind if I borrow you for a minute?”

I shook my head and shrugged, “Whatever you think will help.”

Brittney turned to fist bump Gisselle and when she turned back to me I was rising to my feet with a new pilot at the controls. I walked to Brittney with a stride so confident I didn’t know my body could do it. As I reached her my hand shot out and grasped her hair at the nap of her neck and yanked back hard. As her head flipped back her eyes went wide and I said in a steeled tone, “Marker. Now Pet.”

Brittney instantly held up the marker and I snatched it from her fingers then let her go, leaving her to stumble backwards and eventually just flop down to her ass as she looked at me with awe-inspired reverence.

“Oh that is cheating!” Gisselle exclaimed and stepped into my path.

I didn’t alter my course in the slightest. My steady stride took me toe to toe with Gisselle and I reached out with both hands, cradling her face gently, then ever so softly ran my right hand down her cheek, caressing her neck, down over her collar bone then around her breast, my thumb just barely grazing her nipple through her tight sports bra, and down to her trim waist. I leaned forward. Close to her face. For a moment I thought I was going to be kissing my nemesis. She obviously thought so too, as her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly to meet mine. Our lips hovered tantalizingly close to each other, and I felt her hot breath as she waited, then my head tilted just slightly more and I whispered in her ear using a tone that dripped with sex appeal, “When I want your opinion I’ll give it to you. Sit down, shut up and listen like a good little girl and maybe there will be something in it for you as well.”

My hands pulled back to my sides and Gisselle also stumbled backwards before splatting on her little ass, looking up at me with pouting eyes. She sucked in a deep breath and I saw her hands roam across her body as she let out a long shaky breath. I didn’t wait, I walked up to the whiteboard that was filled with Brittney and Gisselle’s scribbles and quickly wiped it to a clean slate. I uncapped the marker and said loudly, “Pay attention, I’m only going through this once. This is your starting formation…”

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Kevin pulled his shirt on over his head and then scooped up the chunk of steak off the floor. He turned and walked out of the room stopping momentarily before looking back at me, “I’ll see you tomorrow okay? My parents wanted me home like 45 minutes ago.”

I nodded and replied, “Bye. Have a good night. I hope your face feels better tomorrow.”

He gave me a wink when suddenly Janice appeared from one side of the hallway and he handed her the steak, “Thanks Janice. You’re too nice to me.”

“Oh it’s no problem Mr. Kevin,” She replied with a smile, “Let me walk you out.”

“I’d like that very much,” He replied and then they disappeared down the hallway.

I turned back to see Brittney and Gisselle both staring at the whiteboard with their hips cocked and their arms crossed as they looked at Kevin’s routine. They were scrutinizing it thoroughly and every so often one of them would point at something, open their mouth to speak, then a moment later close it and pull their hand back and return to staring at it.

“Okay, I’m just going to say it. It’s brilliant. I’m ashamed that I didn’t come up with it. Honestly, I can see why you didn’t come up with it, but I should have seen this. This is poetry in motion. I would have lost against this, and that just doesn’t happen,” Gisselle said and then let out a sigh.

“Are you high? I mean, I agree with one thing you said, you would have lost against this… but the rest of it? Nonsense. You couldn’t have come up with something that had half this finesse… You’re all brute strength and power. Look how this tumble just flows into popping her up into a toss… and I can even see the specific girl on the team he wants in every position. He even took into account who was going to be doing this, and where everyone would fit in each position based on their strengths and weaknesses. It’s honestly more than brilliant,” Brittney replied as she looked across the entire board once more and then back to Gisselle, “This is going to work. Like, really going to work.”

Gisselle rolled her eyes and tossed some pretzels at Brittney’s face, “I told you that Kevin and I could fix everything for you.”

One of Brittney’s eyebrows went up and she cocked a leg as she stared back at Gisselle, “Tramp.”

Gisselle’s eyes lit up, “Oh! Does that mean we get to have sex now?”

“Hell no!” I interjected and they both turned to see me shaking my head vigorously.

“Well I was at minimum promised a pillow fight, but I suppose that can wait for a bit yet. Do you guys want to dish on boys? Oh! We should get a pizza and flash the delivery boy! Or I could go for some ice cream and then watch forty nine shades! I looooooooooove that movie,” Gisselle declared as she squeezed her hands to her chest and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“I want intel on the traitors,” Brittney declared, “Start with social security numbers and mother’s maiden names and we’ll move on from there after taking a few credit cards out in all their names.”

Gisselle tilted her head and shot Brittney a look, “Sass, don’t be that way. It’s not a good look on you…” Gisselle paused as she brought a finger up to her chin and thought for a bit, “Um, let’s see here… Gisselle here is apparently hooking up with Brad some nights, Jackson on other nights, and occasionally both Brad and Vince at the same time… Oh the poor girl… she actually thinks she’s stringing him along… Sweetie, if you’re trying to tease him you can’t let him catch you every other night. That’s not how men work.”

Brittney and I both looked at each other and then she shook her head, “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I can’t unhear that.”

Gisselle smirked at us both and pulled out a phone, “The last time her and Jackson hooked up they filmed it. Want to see Gisselle’s first time doing anal?”

“Oh shit no,” Brittney said as she emphatically shook her head.

“If you change your minds, I’ll email you the link to where Jackson posted it online,” Gisselle replied with a shrug, “Although he blurred out his own face. That guy is kind of a douche.”

“Kind of?” I asked in a sarcastic voice as I raised an eyebrow.

“So… what are their other plans?” Brittney asked her as she tapped her foot impatiently.

Gisselle paused for a moment, “Hmm… She doesn’t really appear to have any other plans. It’s keep the football players fucking her and her pom squad instead of the cheerleaders, pick up any cheerleaders that aren’t down to be bossed around by you Sassy Pants, then literally ride the football players to popularity and be the queen of the school next year after you leave.”

“She’s not trying to steal our current girls? Or taking stuff from our routine? Or trying to discredit us? Or even beat us in a showdown in front of the school during the half time of a football game?” Brittney asked in surprise.

“Nope. Sorry SP, but I think maybe she just hasn’t gotten that far along in her planning. She’s not you. She’s kind of impulsive. I highly doubt she’ll be able to keep this pom squad thing together for more than a week,” Gisselle replied with a shrug, “The only thing I can see her wanting to steal from the cheerleaders at this point is Kevin.”

My eyes narrowed and I glared at her.

Gisselle just shrugged at me, “She brushed up against Kevin at some point during his birthday party and felt him up. She wants to see if what she felt down his inner thigh is for real or not. She also has a nasty dislike for you Kitten. I think she feels if it wasn’t for you, Brittney would have been all over her sophomore year, and she’d be in the next runner up for queen bee without really trying. She feels you took that from her.”

“As if,” Brittney said as she made a gagging face.

“I don’t know. Now that I’m in here I kinda feel sorry for her. She’s been trying so hard to be popular all this time and just can’t quite make it. I mean, she’s a little cutie too! Not the nicest girl, but then again…” Gisselle gestured up and down at Brittney, “Who says nice is the best way to be popular.”

“Fuck off Norman,” Brittney retorted.

“I rest my case,” Gisselle said as she tossed her hair.

“So what do you want to do?” I asked Brittney as I shrugged at her.

“I know what I want!” Gisselle interrupted Brittney, “I want the deets on Kevy! How’s that going Kitten? Does he tell you he loves you? Does he climb into your bedroom window at night while playing his guitar and serenade you? Does he eat sour apples before going down on you?”

“Uck. You both have terrible taste in men,” Brittney said as she snapped pictures of the whiteboard with her phone and then declared, “Okay, I’m going to get ice cream, chocolate and more salty snacks. I’ll meet you both up in my bedroom.”

“Wait… I don’t understand the sour apples thing…” I said with a confused look on my face.

Gisselle and Brittney both looked at me like I was trying to ask why one plus one equaled two.

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head as I held my hands out, “Anyone going to let me in on the secret?”

“It makes the bumps on his tongue stand up, which feels fantastic when he’s talking to your lower set of lips,” Brittney replied in a dry tone like I should have known that since I was five.

“Please tell me you’ve at least given him a breath-mint blowjob,” Gisselle replied to me with wide eyes.

“Huh? Why would he be worried about my breath if I’m going down on him?”

“Oh sweetie,” Gisselle replied with a look of pity on her face, “It’s not for you. It’s for him.”

I gave her a questioning look and she put her arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go and have a chat about boys and toys. What do they teach in schools today? This is an atrocity!”

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Gisselle giggled loudly as she whacked me in the back with a pillow yet again. I shot her a sour look over my shoulder which caused her to drop the pillow and instead pounce on me, holding me down against Brittney’s bed, pressing her breasts into me as she struggled to get a firm hold on my wrists.

“Norman! Norman, come on! Let me up!” I whined at Gisselle’s lecherous face as we struggled.

“I’m just trying to liven up this slumber party!” She said back in a cheery tone.

Brittney just let out a sigh from the couch and then reached over to the small coffee table and grabbed a purple dildo and chucked it at us. It made a quiet slapping sound as it hit Gisselle’s soft skin just above her waist. Norman had shed Gisselle’s top a while back. Gisselle’s head spun quickly to see what had hit her, and when she saw the dong lying next to her she started to giggle once more, “Oh! Nice! I had one just like this about two months ago, but I lost it at a police station.”

Gisselle’s hands let go of me as she grabbed the fake cock and she began rubbing it up and down in between her breasts as she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “Is this what Peanut looks like after dinner when you two go out on a date?”

“Uh, we haven’t exactly gone out on any actual dates yet,” I replied as I bit my lower lip.

“What?!” both Brittney and Gisselle exclaimed at the same time as they both sat up ramrod straight and looked at me with startled faces.

“Well, we both got grounded like… the same day I asked him out… and then when he got un-grounded we did the party, and then this cheerleading emergency, so… We just haven’t had an opportunity yet,” I said as I shrugged at them.

“That is unacceptable! Get your phone out and call him right now, slut!” Brittney commanded.

“No wonder Gisselle is still all over him like stink on a skunk,” Norman muttered as he rolled Gisselle’s eyes, “You haven’t even rubbed your smell all over him! Do you even have one of his sweatshirts?”

“Huh? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh honey,” Gisselle replied, “You have dated before, right? Peanut isn’t your first?”

“Hey! I’ve dated before! I mean, usually not during cheer season… or summer… But I’ve had boyfriends before! And it’s not like I’m a prude or anything, I just don’t put out quite as much as you two do!” I shot back as I wiggled my head at them and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you calling ME a slut Summers?” Brittney responded as she sat forward and glared at me.

“Well, to be fair, it’s harder to be a bigger slut than I am,” Gisselle replied as she shrugged, “But honestly, when you can have sex as whoever whenever wherever you want, why wouldn’t you?”

“Well you hit the jackpot with that body then,” I replied with and then made a yuck-face at Gisselle.

Gisselle smiled brightly, “I personally cannot wait to get finger-trapped by Brad and Vince!”

“Oh fuck Norman!” Brittney called out as she pitched a pillow across the room at Gisselle while shaking her head, “I CANNOT unhear this stuff!”

“Finger-trap?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Gisselle let her head drop to the side as she gave me a disbelieving look, “Were you homeschooled until this year?”

“You’re a bitch. It’s not my fault I have actual standards for the boys I date,” I replied indignantly as I put my nose in the air.

“Claiming you have standards and then introducing Chess Club as your boyfriend is a null set Summers,” Brittney replied as she shook her head at me.

“Your delusion is impressive, you know that Sassy Pants?” Gisselle said as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re a cunt, you know that Norman?” Brittney glared at Gisselle menacingly.

Gisselle’s eyebrows went up as she popped her head back and let out a low breath before shaking her head and turning back to me, “Anyway, Kitten, you know those little braided tube shaped toys that kids get at carnivals, right? Where the kids put a finger in from both sides and then pull back and their fingers won’t come out,” Gisselle asked as she held her hands up, put out her pointer fingers and touched them together then pretended she couldn’t pull them apart before continuing, “So, now imagine two boys, facing each other, pants pulled down and ready to please.”

“Kay,” I replied simply.

“Now, imagine me in the middle, bent over at the waist, and my face like this,” Gisselle made an “O” with her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

I blinked twice and then suddenly the switch in my brain clicked, “OH!” I exclaimed, then my mind made the next jump to an image of Brad, Vince and Gisselle doing that, which of course got plastered in my brain, and my face scrunched as I gagged, “Oh Eeeeeeeew! Norman, just ew!”

“What? Just because you two hate dick doesn’t mean I have to!” Gisselle replied with a shrug.

Brittney just let out a long sigh as she shook her head and then looked over at me, “Summers! Get your phone out and call your boyfriend! Set up that date! We’re not going to sleep until that happens.”

“I can’t call him right now Britt! It’s almost midnight! His parents will ground him again! They’re kinda weird about him and his phone.”

“He should have faked his death like I told him to when he found out he was a hopper. That boy is just so head-strong,” Norman muttered, “But what’s a girl going to do? The cute ones are always the dumb ones.”

“Truth,” Brittney said as her eyes focused on me.

I let out a long breath and flipped both of them off.

“Text him!” Gisselle shouted as she reached out and grabbed my finger, “We can help then!”

I pulled out my phone and started to type, “He’s probably not even up anymore. You guys are being ridiculous. I could just talk to him tomorrow.”

Hey you up? Send.

“There, we’ll see if he answers. Happy now?” I asked them both.

My phone let out a chirp almost instantly. I brought it up and looked at it, Yeah, whazzup?

Gisselle squealed and grabbed the phone, then held it back pointing at her grinning face and perky chest and took a picture then brought it down as her thumbs were a blur. She then stabbed at the screen a final time before I could even throw a fit to get my phone back. I just held out my hand and waited patiently until Gisselle dropped it back in my palm. I looked down to see a tilted photo of Gisselle’s boobs with Norman’s face smiling excitedly up at the camera and below it a text that said, Yer GF’s suckn on deez titties!

I quickly started typing out, Sorry Norman grabbed my phone. Did your parents say anything about you getting home late?

I saw he was typing back, and then moments later messages started popping up.

Tell Norman I said hi.

They were okay. I told them I stopped for gas on the way home and accidently walked into one of the advertisement boards and busted my face and fell down and the manager working wouldn’t let me drive for a while. It’s all good. They were just glad I wasn’t seriously hurt I guess.

Brittney had come over and sat on one side and was reading it while Gisselle slipped up next to me on the other side. I suddenly heard Brittney mutter under her breath, “If he’d get more iron in his diet he wouldn’t bruise every time someone looked at him crossly.”

Gisselle rolled her eyes and then poked me, “Ask him out! Tell him you want to go have a nice dinner, go dancing, and then get fucked on the hood of his car!”

Brittney reached over and gave Gisselle a shove, “Go to horny jail!”

“Well what do you propose?” Gisselle asked after she recovered her balance.

“Ask him if he’s ever going to actually take you out, or if you’re just his side whore,” Brittney said as she went to grab my phone, “He’ll have to make a move after you force him into it.”

“Hey! No!” I jerked away from Brittney and then away from Gisselle, Hey! What are you doing Friday night? Send.

The girls smooshed back in against me on both sides and looked down at the phone as little dots told us Kevin was typing.

Something with you?

I raised my eyebrows at both of them and then replied back to him, Just me and you?

The little dots appeared again and then his words popped out, Yeah, I’ve been thinking we didn’t go out on a date yet. Let’s change that. I’ll pick you up at your house at six. How does that sound?

I smiled as I felt my heart jump and quickly typed back, Great!

Great.

“Well, that was easy,” I replied with a smile that just wouldn’t stop on my face.

“If you’re done, give me the phone back,” Gisselle replied and I looked over to see her completely naked, her panties tossed on the floor, “I want to send Peanut some pics.”

“Norman! Not on my fucking bed! For fucks fucking sake!” Brittney screamed at her and then slapped her hands to her own face, “I’m going to have to throw out the bedding… I might have to get rid of the mattress… Who knows, I may have to just burn the room down!”

[xorg]

Chapter 19

Brittney and I were walking out of class discussing how she wanted to break up the cheer team in groups to learn the new routine when she suddenly stopped talking and I actually felt the anger surging out of her. I looked from her grimace down the hallway to Gisselle, standing next to Hannah as the two of them happily chatted about something. Brittney started down the hallway full stride as students and facility dove to stay out of her way. Everyone knew the last time someone had been daft enough to get in Brittney’s way while she wore that expression. It was passed around the school like folklore. Poor Jacob Jetterson… he ended up switching schools after three weeks, but I heard now that he’s in a new environment, he doesn’t wet himself when he steps into a hallway and sees a cheerleader, so that’s a positive, right?

“Talking about anything interesting ladies?” Brittney said with a venom in her voice that I had rarely heard, and a smile that I’d imagine a spider gives to a fly right before sucking it’s innards out.

Hannah shook her head and said in a wavering voice, “No Britt. I was honestly just laughing at a cat video that Gisselle was showing me on her phone.”

Gisselle cocked her hip and looked Brittney up and down before replying, “I don’t remember our conversation being any of your business. What’s your problem Brittney? Can’t handle the fact that your cheerleaders would rather be friends with a traitor than you?”

“Oooooh,” I looked around and saw that somehow we had been surrounded by a large group of people in the last two seconds. How did that always happen? Was it some sort of magic that high school buildings had mixed in with the mortar? I heard another person say, “Oh man. Brittney’s gonna splatter her head and I didn’t bring my raincoat today.”

I saw phones coming out as kids started to record and Brittney took a step closer into Gisselle’s personal space, “You’re my problem. Wanna see how I fix problems?”

“Calm down Beldamore, you’ll chip a nail or something and have to skip half a day of school again to get them fixed,” Gisselle replied as she rolled her eyes.

Brittney took half a step back and her expression changed to an uncertain one. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I had never seen Brittney take a step back before. She was usually the one on offense non-stop. No one, including Gisselle had stood up to her in quite a while, except for maybe Brad, but that was because he was too stupid to honestly realize when his life might be in danger most days.

“Hannah, we have to get to class, let’s go,” I broke in, hoping to de-escalate the situation and avoid Gisselle getting her face punched in while kids posted it to their social media.

“Oh Kitten, you’re always such a goody-goody. Is it fun to be Brittney’s purse dog? Does she give you treats and tell you you’re a good girl after you do tricks for her?” Gisselle asked as her attention focused on me.

My eyes went wide as I realized Norman was still in Gisselle. That’s why Brittney had taken a step back. As my brain reeled with this new information my mouth somehow shifted into gear, “I’m not her purse dog, I wouldn’t even fit in her purse Gisselle.”

As the words left my mouth I wished I could grab them and stuff them back in. Had I really said something that stupid? What was wrong with me? I heard laughter all around us as my face blushed bright read and I could feel my ears burning. Gisselle just stood there and smirked at me.

“Are you still pissed off because you couldn’t get her sloppy seconds again Gisselle? You need a new hobby. Trying to steal whatever boy Amy is with is getting old. Besides, aren’t you still leaking both Brad and Vince’s spunk? Shouldn’t you at least clean up before you go for the next one?” Brittney shot back to choirs of “Oooohs,” and “Aaaahs,” from the still gathering group surrounding us.

“Hey Beldamore, do all the cheerleaders have to eat your pussy to stay on the team, or is it just Amy? I mean, that’s why you haven’t had a boyfriend in forever and a day, right? That’s why you brought a gay guy to the school dance?” Gisselle returned fire.

I wondered if both Gisselle and Norman would be happy hiding out in a nuclear fallout shelter for the rest of their lives. I also wondered if even that would save them from Brittney’s wrath. I’d seen her break both wooden boards and concrete blocks at martial arts tournaments, punching through Gisselle’s skull wouldn’t even slow her fist down. I wouldn’t put it past her to punch and kick her way through a reinforced steel door if it stood between her and what she wanted. I didn’t even look at Brittney’s face. I was busy trying to remember the proper way to get blood out of fabric.

Brittney’s hand was a blur. I started to turn my head and squeeze my eyes shut to avoid getting anything in them and honestly, so that I didn’t have to witness the carnage. But then I realized Brittney hadn’t smashed Gisselle’s nose to the backside of her head. Brittney turned on her heels and began to walk, and Gisselle suddenly discovered Brittney’s grasp was tight on her ear and also the loose curls of blonde hair that fell from the side of her head.

“Ah!” she cried out in shock and pain as she got pulled along after Brittney, slightly bent over and shuffling her feet quickly to keep up, “Ow! Fuck Beldamore, you’re going to rip off my ear! Ouch! Stop it! Aaaaaaah! This hurts! Somebody help me! Please! OUCH! I give! I give! I’m sorry!”

Gisselle’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Brittney’s expressionless face caused people to step back, and some to leave the hallway entirely. Gisselle continued to call out and I suddenly shook my head and snapped back into reality and charged down the hallway after them wondering what I could do to fix any of this. Brittney suddenly turned and pushed her way into the girl’s bathroom. I was a step behind her and got in just in time to see her pitch Gisselle’s head in front of her, the poor girl dancing across the tiled floor to keep her balance until she landed against the sinks. She looked up at Brittney with honest fear in her eyes while Brittney’s pretty face remained stoic.

“Lock. The. Door.”

I gulped and did as I was told. Brittney’s fists opened and closed as she pumped them and took breaths through her nose while glaring at Gisselle without blinking.

Gisselle’s stance changed as she stood up and looked in the mirror which showed Norman’s visage on Gisselle’s fit little body, fixing her hair as she turned slightly left and right before looking at her ear, “Oh I’m going to have nail marks in my earlobe for like three days now Sassy Pants!” Norman whined and then spun to look at Brittney.

“You may want to worry more about surviving three more days, Norman,” I said in a frightened voice as Brittney stood there still clenching at air and not speaking.

“Oh pish posh, it was all in good fun. Nothing like a little cat fight to amp up some drama between the cheerleaders and the pom squad!” Gisselle said back with a gleam in her eyes, “Everyone is going to come to the next game just to see if there will be a girl fight between us, complete with short skirts and ponytails!”

“How could you…” Brittney started to say before pulling her mouth shut and going back to breathing through her nose.

“How could I what Sassy Pants? Improv so well? It comes naturally to us hoppers after a while. Honestly it wasn’t anything special,” Gisselle replied as she flipped a wrist at Brittney.

“YOU TOLD EVERYONE I’M A LESBIAN!” Brittney stammered out through clenched teeth.

“You are a lesbian,” Gisselle replied with a shrug and a raised eyebrow, “And your gay date to the dance will make everyone stop and think about it. That’s what made it such a good zinger, ya know?”

Brittney reached for Gisselle’s neck with both hands. Gisselle’s eyes went wide and she sidestepped Brittney’s grasp and then darted behind me, grabbing my shoulders and using me for a shield.

“I DIDN’T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW I’M A LESBIAN!” Brittney said as she tried to sidestep me, but Gisselle turned me as she danced to stay out of Brittney’s reach.

“Oh who cares Sassy Pants? You need to just rip the band aid off. No one cares now-a-days. And then you can be happy and open about it. Don’t you think that might be where some of this rage is coming from? Built up repression?” Gisselle said as she continued to thrust me between herself and Brittney.

“I FUCKING CARE NORMAN! I FUCKING CARE! THAT WAS MY DECISION TO MAKE NOT YOURS!” Brittney continued to grab for my nemesis, who was currently hiding behind me, twisting and turning to stay away from certain doom.

“Well then you’re probably going to be really mad at me when I tell you that I’m using my time in Gisselle’s cute little bod to shore up this pom squad and get a good foundation going for them then…” Gisselle replied as she ducked behind my back and peeked under my left arm.

Brittney stopped moving and just stared at her, “Are you fucking mentally damaged? Why would you do that?”

“Competition Sassy Pants. You want the best cheerleading team, you need the best pom squad to spar against. Steel sharpens steel and all that,” Gisselle replied.

“Get out Norman,” Brittney declared and pointed to the door.

“Sass…” Gisselle started to reply but Brittney interrupted her, “Get the fuck out Norman. I thought we were friends. We are not. You need to leave before I honest to fuck kill you.”

Gisselle stood up from behind me, walked briskly to the door and unlocked it. She pulled it open and saw a group of people with their phones waiting to take photos of whoever came out of the bathroom and document their condition. Gisselle looked back over her shoulder as she rolled her eyes, “Over-dramatic much?”

Brittney spun and took a step, causing Gisselle to let out a shrill squeak and bolt from the door down the hallway.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Brittney muttered to me as she pulled a hand to her forehead and shook it.

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I saw Brittney again in the hallway just before last period. I trotted to catch up to her, “Now that everyone’s calmed down a bit, what are we going to do about you-know-who in she-who-shall-not-be-named?”

“I don’t know but I’m not saying that many words all the time. Let’s just call them Nor-elle,” Brittney replied.

“Oh! Good idea! Ha! Nor-elle!”

“Eh, you know what, let’s call them Jizzman instead. That way I can picture them both covered in cum like they’re probably working on right now,” Brittney corrected herself.

I let out a giggle and saw Brittney smile for the first time since Jizzman had confronted us. I liked it when she smiled. We turned the corner and headed down a fairly unused hallway and I said, “You know what, let’s just forget about all of that crap. We have to focus on our new cheer routine.”

“Yeah, good call slut,” Brittney replied as we started to turn another corner and she continued, “We’ve got more than enough on our plates and besides, both Gisselle and Norman are complete fuck-bags normally. You put them together and…”

I heard Brittney’s voice trail off and then saw the look on her face as she continued in a lower voice, “they combine to form the ultimate robo-hoe. Like that stupid cartoon with the lions…” Then her voice faded away to silence as her head cocked slightly to the side.

I looked ahead to see what had caused her to falter and saw Kevin stumbling out of a janitor closet, working on pulling his shirt back down and then trying to get his pants buckled and his belt re-fastened. His hands went up to his hair and he tried to un-muss it up. I saw at least three bright red lip marks on his neck as he worked on adjusting his shirt.

My eyebrows furrowed as my smile faded and I couldn’t seem to help it as my eyes started to water other than to begin rapidly blinking to try and stop tears from forming. I felt Brittney’s hand grab mine and squeeze and then I let out a quiet gasp as I saw Gisselle reach out from the doorway and grab onto the front of Kevin’s shirt and pull him to her so she could mash her face into his. Kevin’s eyes opened wide as he looked down at Gisselle’s face and then she pulled back. They looked to be talking but we were too far away to hear what they were saying. I gulped hard and then noticed that Gisselle was topless, her firm young tits bouncing slightly as she talked with my boyfriend. She then winked at him and held up a pair of lacey panties. His lips moved, and in response she reached out and tucked them gently into his right pants pocket. He shook his head and then turned and walked off down an intersecting hallway.

Brittney turned to me, her eyes also starting to water as she said, “Okay, you want me to rip all their heads off right now? I’ll do that for you, you know that right? Prison doesn’t scare me at all.”

I shook my head, “No. Let’s get to our last class, then we’ll do cheer practice, and just continue on like normal.”

“What?” She exclaimed as she gave me a look of straight up disbelief.

“I’ve never talked to Kevin about being exclusive with me!” I replied back, “Not to mention that I’m definitely not exclusive with him. We both cheat on each other with you!”

“Oh that is so fucking different and you know it Summers!” Brittney shook her head.

“I don’t know if I think so. What if Kevin doesn’t think so? We’ve never talked about it Britt! I’m not going to do this again because we jumped to a conclusion. Not without talking to him about it first,” I said as I blinked back more tears, “I mean, I’m not going to lie, it hurts, but I want to hear what he has to say first.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just have to be pissed off enough for both of us,” Brittney declared before huffing loudly and crossing her arms over her chest.

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The rest of the day was a blur. The teacher honestly could have been talking about an impending alien invasion, I wouldn’t have known. After school I managed to get through cheer practice, but had Brittney not known what was on my mind, I’m sure she would have lit my ass up like a flashlight for being slightly off as I taught my group the moves for our new routine. She did know however, and so after practice she drove me home from and then followed me into the house to make sure I wasn’t alone while my brain continued to process what I had seen in the hallway. Eventually we ended up on the back deck with our books out as we did homework. She wanted to discuss what we had seen. She wanted to vent. To be fair, she also wanted to drag all parties into a caged battle arena to determine the winner by combat, so I wasn’t up for going along with Brittney’s wishes. That had led me to doing my homework as my Dad cooked on the grill. She couldn’t really discuss anything about what had happened with him there. It didn’t stop her from giving me sidelong glances or small little pokes in the side every now and again along with facial expressions that screamed out, Let’s go somewhere private, I want to yell at stuff.

Then suddenly I heard a voice, “Hello Mr. Summers. Hello ladies. Lovely day isn’t it?”

I looked over my shoulder and saw Kevin, his bruised face actually looking a lot better, holding the giant scissors thingies he used to trim back our bushes. He held them out and started to snip at the bushes as my Dad gave him a sour look while responding, “About time boy. I thought the bushes were going to overtake the deck soon.”

Kevin saw my face and instantly knew something was going on as he gave me a questioning look and replied, “Sorry. I would have been here sooner if I had known something was wrong.”

My Dad just grunted and went back to the grill as Brittney looked over her shoulder at Kevin and replied, “I suppose it is a lovely day when you get to have your way with every bush in the tri-state area Chess Club.”

Kevin looked at her with confusion and looked back my way and raised his eyebrows, “Excuse me? Have I improperly trimmed a bush I wasn’t supposed to lately?”

“Oh no, why would I ever dream _of telling you what bushes you can or can’t trim Chess Club,” Brittney declared and then looked at me, “I don’t get a say in this. It’s not like you’re cutting _my bushes or anything.” She then let out a huff and looked down at her text book.

Kevin stared at the back of Brittney’s head for a bit and then looked over to me and held up his hands and made motions at all of us and then shrugged at me but continued to wait for me to say something. When I bit my pencil eraser and started to turn back to my book Kevin finally asked, “Hey, is there anything that you guys want to discuss?”

Brittney spun back around, “Yeah Chess Club, there is. Let’s go discuss it in front of your car. Oh, and bring your wrench again! It was a very helpful communication aid last time!”

Kevin shook his head and held up his hands in surrender, “Somebody needs a candy bar.”

Brittney glared at him and then looked over at me, but I looked back down at my text book and continued to bite at my eraser. Suddenly I heard Brittney say, “Hey Chess Club. We need help with a math problem. You’re good at Math, right?”

Kevin came up the stairs and set the clippers down and leaned over to look at our books. I’m sure he noticed neither of us were looking at a math textbook. “What do you need? I don’t know if I’ll have the answer but I’m more than willing to try and find it with both of you,” He declared as he looked at Brittney who rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Okay, it’s a story problem so pay attention… Jenny is dating Bob and Bob is dating Jenny. Susie is also dating both Bob and Jenny, but only when all three are together. They haven’t talked about being exclusive, but Susie thought it was implied that if two girls weren’t enough for Bob he would be man enough to say something. Both Susie and Jenny saw Bob leaving the bathroom with Emily. Both of them were half dressed, and Emily is known to get with anyone that has a pulse, even more so since Bob’s friend Herman came to town and got tangled up with Emily the other day. Question one. How many relationships are going on in this story? Question two. Why is Bob being such a Peter? Question three. How often is Bob hooking up with Emily and Herman? Question four. How often is Bob out playing with any random pretty thing that Herman gets tangled up with? Question five. Why is Bob such a man-whore? Question five. Why shouldn’t Susie just…”

Kevin interrupted Brittney, “You already said question five.”

Brittney glared at Kevin as my Dad looked over at Brittney from the grill and commented, “Math has gotten a lot more liberal since I was in school. Do they really say man whore in your textbooks?”

“Sorry Mr. Summers. I must have misread that part. Oh, I also forgot the notes at the bottom. It says Peter can be freely replaced with Dick if that helps anyone solve the problem,” Brittney gave a sidelong glance at Kevin.

Kevin let out a deep sigh and sat down next to Brittney as he looked at her, “One, Exactly as many as Jenny and Susie want. Two, Bob is probably just trying to be what people want. Some people want Peter. Some people want Jill. Three, null set. Four, the answer to the function depends on your timeline data point. Before Bob met Susie and Jenny, or after? Question five, maybe it’s Bob’s curse. A curse that Susie promised to help Bob with while they were in a bathtub one night and so Bob probably wishes Susie would be a bit less hostile and Jenny would voice her opinion.”

My Dad opened the lid of the grill, took the meat he was cooking off and set it on a plate and then closed the grill before walking to the back door. As he pulled it open with his free hand he looked over at Brittney, “Are you staying for dinner Brittney?”

“If that’s real meat I will.”

“It is,” My Dad replied and then looked in the house as he yelled, “She’s staying dear, set another place at the table. Oh, and you weren’t kidding when you said math today is more letters than numbers! When did math change? I thought math was math!”

As Dad closed the door behind himself I started to giggle. Kevin let out a chuckle, and then Brittney broke last as she started to laugh. I stopped biting my eraser as I looked at Kevin, “Um… Jenny… isn’t upset with anyone. We never talked about anything, so… it just caught her by surprise and honestly hurt a bit when she saw Bob with… um…. I don’t know, who was it again? Vicky?”

“Emily,” both Kevin and Brittney replied at the same time and then looked at each other.

“Emily’s a skank,” Brittney declared, “And Herman is a fucking hoe bag cunt.”

Both Kevin and I gave Brittney a shocked look as she cursed vehemently, her face twisting in rage. Kevin let out a little sigh, “Herman sometimes struggles with keeping the status quo. He usually wants to stir up drama and chaos because he never sticks around to see the fall out. He just gets to be there for the shock and awe. That’s what Bob was talking about that night in the bathtub. Bob will definitely talk to Herman.”

“Why are we still using false names? I mean, I think I get it… but I’m not sure,” I said as I rubbed my temples.

Suddenly my Mom opened the back door, “Almost time to eat ladies… Oh! Kevin! I didn’t know you were here!” she pulled back in the door and yelled at my Dad, “Why didn’t you tell me Kevin was here? Did you ask him if he wants to have dinner with us? I can set another place!”

“No I didn’t ask the boy to come into my house to eat at my table so I could watch him make googly eyes at my daughter! He can go home and do that!” I heard my Dad shout back from inside the house.

Mom’s face told me she was not impressed with Dad’s lack of manners and she looked at Kevin and asked sweetly, “Kevin, would you like to stay for dinner, dear?”

“No thank you Ma’am. My parents will be expecting me in a bit. Speaking of which, I should get back to the bushes before dinner is done at my house,” he replied to my Mom as he stood up and grabbed his giant scissors.

“Oh you don’t have to be so formal all the time. You can call me by my first name Kevin,” Mom gave him a sweet smile.

“I know you don’t mind Ma’am, but if my father heard me do that he’d tan my hide,” Kevin said as he stepped off the deck and walked over to a bush and started to snip at it, “Thank you though.”

Mom looked at me and smiled, “I like him. He’s so polite. Way more polite than the last boy.”

With that she pulled her head inside and closed the door, but both Brittney and I heard her light my father up for being rude to the neighbors. I looked over my shoulder at Kevin as he continued to clip away at small twigs and leaves. Without looking away from what he was doing he called out, “If you two need anything tonight text me. I don’t care if it’s to talk, or set guidelines for all of this, or whatever. I’m right next door, okay?”

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“Look, he should have fucking said something before screwing the hoe, that’s all I’m saying,” Brittney stated in her matter-of-fact voice while she laid on my bed flipping through a fashion magazine.

I rolled my eyes as I took off my shirt and bra, then grabbed a cami from the dresser and started to slip into it. As I got it over my head I reached behind me to flip out my hair and noticed Brittney staring at me like a dog staring at someone offering it a treat. I grabbed the hem of the shirt and flipped it down over my breasts and shot her a look as she blinked and then found my eyes again.

She blushed as she went back to looking at the magazine and I planted my hands on my hips as I replied, “We also could have discussed our expectations with him. I’m not going to be mad at him for what he did. Besides, he said he wouldn’t do it anymore.”

“Pfft. He’s a boy. Boys are dicks. They think with their dicks, they follow their dicks, they use their dicks. I mean, if you want to keep dating him, that’s fine. I am not going to turn him down when he’s in you either… I’m just not going to be surprised when we find out he’s banging half of the pom squad behind our backs,” Brittney said as she flipped the page of her magazine.

I was going to respond but I heard a sudden noise and looked around my room trying to find it. Brittney seemed oblivious and so I asked her, “Did you hear that?”

“No…” she looked up and replied just as I heard it again and then she must have heard it as well, “Wait, yes. What the hell was that?”

She looked to the outside wall and I heard the tapping sound again, this time narrowing it down to my window. I went over to it and looked down to see the darkness lit up along the fence in between my yard and Kevin’s yard with small lights in a peculiar pattern. I cocked my head as I read YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD, and then saw Kevin standing by the “D” looking up at us with a hand full of pebbles.

I smiled and opened my window, then called out, “You are so lame. Did that work on girls where you’re from?”

Kevin smiled back and shrugged as he replied, “I haven’t done it often. The first time didn’t go so well.”

“And the second?” I asked as I tucked hair behind my ears.

He raised an eyebrow and as he scratched at the bridge of his nose, “I dunno. I’ll tell you in the morning, I guess.”

Suddenly Brittney was pushing past me to lean out the window as she yelled out, “Boooooo! Goose is dead and you stole Maverick’s line!”

Kevin lost his composure and started laughing hard as he leaned against the fence for support. I pulled away from the window and started running toward the door. I heard Brittney ask where I was going, but I ignored her. I ran down the stairs, through the short hallway to the entrance as my parents sat up and gave me questioning looks, and then out the door. The pavement of the sidewalk and driveway were still warm on my feet, but the grass was shockingly cool as I darted across the lawn and jumped as I got to the fence, deftly grabbing the top edge and lifting myself up, throwing my leg over, and using the momentum to flop the rest of me to the other side. Kevin was standing there as I came down on his lawn and I felt his warm strong hands hold me and steady me as I landed. I grabbed his head and pulled his face to me, kissing him passionately, slipping my tongue between his lips and finding his waiting for me.

I felt Kevin’s arms wrap around me, one hand going to the small of my back and the other up into my hair as I felt myself melt in his arms. I was lost in the bliss of the moment until I suddenly heard Brittney’s voice call out from my window, “Get a room!”

I pulled back from the kiss and rolled my eyes at Kevin as he smiled at me. I saw my parents standing in the driveway looking at us, my father was eyeing the lights on the fence as he slowly shook his head while my mother was smiling as she winked at me. I gave Kevin a tight hug as I whispered in his ear, “Back patio door. Fifteen minutes.”

When I pulled back he had a wide eyed look on his face which made me giggle as waved and trotted around the fence and back to my own yard. I looked to the porch on Kevin’s house and saw his mother there, so I waved and she happily waved back as she called out, “Hello sweetie!”

Once I was back in my own yard my mother wrapped her arms around my shoulders and walked me back to our house, “He’s very sweet dear.”

“He’s a vandal!” I heard my father declare and then grunt as my mother reached over and smacked his stomach.

“You need to be nicer to him! You could even learn a thing or two from him. When is the last time you even gave me a sweet little love note, let alone wrote it on the fence for the world to see?” Mom chided him.

“All I’m saying is he better not wreck my fence taking those lights down,” My father retorted.

When both my mother and I glared at him, my father’s mouth snapped shut and let out a quiet huff as he opened the front door and held it for both of us. I got inside and slipped out of my mom’s arms then headed back upstairs to see Brittney still standing at the window looking down at the lights. She glanced my way as I came in the room, then turned back to the window as she said in a quiet voice, “He’s just sucking up to get back in your good graces, you know that right? It’s like buying a woman jewelry after she catches her man cheating. Men are just like that.”

“So you didn’t want Mistress to come out and play? Because I invited him to sneak over in a few minutes,” I replied as I crossed my arms under my breasts.

Brittney spun to face me and I could see the excitement in her eyes, “You did?” She asked and when I nodded she darted across the room and out into the hallway as she exclaimed, “I have to brush my teeth!”

I let out a giggle and went back downstairs. I stopped outside the living room and looked in at my parents, “I’m getting a glass of water, did you guys want anything?”

My mother replied, “No thank you dear,” while my father just shook his head, his focus 100% on the TV. I shrugged and went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it, then took a few sips while looking at the back patio door. When I saw a dark shadow moving I went and quietly slid the door open.

Kevin stood there wearing only sweatpants and a concerned look on his face, “Are you sure you want this? We don’t have…”

I stopped his talking by pulling his face to mine and kissing him again. My tongue forced his lips apart and I felt his tongue press back against mine briefly, then it started to lose it’s form. I felt the liquid he was turning into gush in through my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tingles going through my body as he filled me. I didn’t know how Brittney found this sensation unnerving, to me it was blissful. And then I lost my sense of control as I felt my foot go forward and gently flick the sweat pants off the side of the deck and into the bushes before stepping back into the house and sliding the door closed. As I spun I saw my Mom walking through the middle of the kitchen and look at me.

“Were you out there talking to someone dear?” She questioned me.

“I thought I saw something, like a squirrel or whatever, but it wasn’t there when I opened the door,” My mouth replied as I felt my shoulders shrug.

She continued to look at me for a moment before turning and going to the refrigerator to take out a small plate that had some pie on it and glance over at me as she stole a quick bite and then put it back away, “Don’t tell your father. He thinks I have iron will power.”

“Your secret is safe with me Mom,” I said with a nod.

“Uh huh, I’d imagine it is,” She replied with a coy expression before turning and going back into the living room.

Once she was out of earshot I said in a low voice, “Weird. Did you tell her anything?”

Kevin relaxed control and I replied using my own lips, “No. Did you?”

“Why would I tell her anything? She’s your mom!” I said as I scrunched my nose and smiled to the empty kitchen.

“I don’t know! She likes you! So, I didn’t know if the two of you talked or… whatever!” I replied back as I felt my body start to walk back to the stairs.

“Night!” My mouth called out to my parents as I trotted past the living room once more. Both of them replied with a quick, “Good night!” and then my father added, “Don’t stay up all night gossiping with Brittney.”

“Dad! We don’t gossip!” I shot back as I started up the stairs.

I could feel my pulse quicken as I got to my room, and also felt myself blush and heat with arousal. I turned into the open doorway and saw Brittney kneeling on the floor, her feet tucked neatly under her ass and her hands resting on her knees as she looked up submissively at me with big green eyes but kept her head bowed down. She was stark naked other than her choker with only her hair covering her left breast as she had pulled it all to that side and let it flow down over her shoulder.

“Good evening Pet,” I purred out the syllables as I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the side while I towered over her.

“Good evening Mistress,” She replied as she lifted her hands out of her lap, “I didn’t know what to wear, so I just bound my wrists. I hope it’s acceptable.”

I strutted to Brittney and leaned forward to hook a finger in the thin cord she had used to wrap around her wrists and lifted her arms as high above her head as she could reach. She was stretched up as far as she could go, her chest thrust upward to help her reach causing her youthful breasts to jut out proudly from her chest and I used my other hand to stroke her chin before slipping down her neck, collar bone, and brushing her hair off her breast as I grabbed it with my own hand and gently manipulated it with my fingers. A quiet moan escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered shut and she surrendered herself completely to my touch. I then used the hand on her breast to push back on her chest gently as she allowed herself to be laid flat on my floor. I felt a leg shoot out behind me, hook the door with my foot, and flick it shut as I lowered my face to her navel and began kissing the soft taunt skin around her belly button. I felt her twitch and twist as her breath came in gasps while my right hand slowly slid up her legs, over her inner thighs and came to rest just barely touching the outer lips of her pussy. She tried to rock her hips and get more contact, but couldn’t do it with my weight on her lower half. She mewed in pleasure as I continued to tease and torment her.

The hot moist heat radiating from Brittney’s sex was getting my hands slick with her want and also having an effect on my body as I felt myself begin to flush and the cotton gusset of my panties clung to my own skin, which of course caused my own arousal to ratchet up to yet another level higher. My other hand slipped up Brittney’s body until I came to her small neck and I grasped her tightly. I didn’t know why I would do that until my other hand raised the small distance up her inner thigh and my thumb found itself in between her shapely ass cheeks. I pressed my thumb knuckle against her puckered rear entrance and she suddenly jerked hard, trying to get away from my lower hand, but I stopped her with my other hand on her neck. She looked at me with wide worried eyes but relaxed her body and I in turn relaxed my grip on her neck, but pressed my thumb knuckle more tightly against her back door. I heard a whimper escape her throat, but she kept her body still, and then moved one leg out to allow me better access.

As she did that I raised an eyebrow at her and I felt my hand move to her moist folds as I ran the length of her pussy lips with the gentle touch of my fingers. I leaned forward and kissed her breasts as a giggle escaped my throat and I pulled back long enough to say, “Well done Pet. I didn’t want to have to spank you for being disobedient,” I then went back down and sucked hard on her nipple as I also gently pinched at it with my teeth.

“Mmmmm!,” Brittney said as she came with heavy jerks and convulsions against my hand while clamping her own arm down across her face to muffle herself. As the orgasm finished washing through her and she settled down to occasional twitches whenever I would move against her sensitive skin she pulled her arm back and looked down at me with adoring eyes as she solemnly professed, “All of me is yours Mistress. Whatever you desire on a whim I will make reality. I am yours.”

I crawled forward and kissed her hard on her lips and then flopped onto my back as I stared up at the ceiling. Brittney curled up tight against me, slipping under my arm and laying her head on my shoulder as she slowly worked her fingers up and down my side, sending small butterflies across my skin at her touch. I looked down at her still bound hands and grabbed them, then pulled them up to my lips as I kissed them gently and then put them between my breasts and turned to look into her eyes.

For a moment she just gazed back into mine, then she blinked and looked down to her hands in my breasts. I put a finger under her chin and raised her face back to mine and stared into her eyes once more. I hadn’t noticed before but now that I was forced to stare into Brittney’s eyes as long as Kevin wanted to I saw that her eyes had small flecks of a gold color closest to her pupils, then further from the center a deep richer green that then seemed to darken as they became flecked with black spots. She again seemed to get self-conscious and blinked a few times before lowering her gaze once more. My finger once more lifted her chin and I went back to staring into her eyes. I just laid there and continued to stare into her beautiful green eyes that were staring back at me being controlled by my boyfriend after using me to make her scream in orgasm into her own elbow.

“Did you need something Mistress? Anything? Just let me know.”

I didn’t move for a long time. I just laid there staring at Brittney while taking slow breaths. I wondered what Kevin was thinking about, but because he was awake his mind was still locked up tight. I wondered if he would spend the night with us? I was still horny and between Kevin’s attraction to Brittney’s naked body and feeling my breasts rise and fall with my breathing my arousal was slowly ratcheting itself up. I was about ready to start fighting for control of one of my hands when finally my lips moved, “Pet. Pleasure me.”

Brittney’s eyes lit up and she nodded enthusiastically as she struggled to get into a crouched position, then squirmed down between my legs and while propping herself up with her still bound hands slowly lowered herself to my overheating pussy.

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“Look, all I’m saying is he could have spent the night,” Brittney said as she got out of her car and looked over the top of it at me, “I mean, what did he have to do that was more important? Did he have to sneak out and go find Jizzman or something?”

I didn’t respond, just shot her a glare and grabbed my duffel bag out of the car and headed for school. I heard her trotting to catch up and she commented, “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Didn’t get what you wanted from your boyfriend last night either?”

“Brittney I don’t want to talk about it, okay!” I shot back and pushed open the door to the gym.

I was actually kind of cranky. I was up for early cheer practice, Kevin and Brittney had kept me up late last night, Kevin had left instead of stayed in me for the night, then to top it all off Brittney had stolen all the covers and wrapped herself up in a makeshift cocoon, leaving me to spend the early morning shivering. Having a girlfriend was definitely not it was all cracked up to be. I was starting to see why boys wanted to have sex and then bail. It wasn’t that they were emotionally stunted, they just didn’t want to spend the night with some selfish bitch that snored, kicked, and stole the bedding. I had also wanted to talk with Kevin and Brittney about if we were exclusive, but by the time we were done playing Brittney was utterly spent, and then Kevin had said he needed to get home. Or maybe I just wanted Kevin to spend the night so I could look into his mind? I don’t know. Was I being a bitch? Or were the closet people in my life just ignoring my feelings?

Brittney responded with, “Whatevs.” So I shot her a glare then turned to the gym when my mood went from cranky to downright pissy.

“What in the mother-fucking hell!?!” Brittney screamed out across the gym as the pom squad stopped mid routine and spun to face us.

“First come, first serve Beldamore,” Gisselle called out as she shrugged at us and then turned to the girls behind her, “Okay, let’s run through that one again and Heidi for the love of unicorns it goes one, two, half-step, pump up, pump down, side step. Is that really beyond you? You can literally watch it happening right in front of you, you’re in the third line.”

“That is _decidedly _not the way this works, pro-hoe,” Brittney called back loudly, “This gym has been cheer practice zone for the last five years at this time on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.”

“Well isn’t that odd. When I went to the main office yesterday and looked at the form for requesting a time slot for the gym, the cheer squad didn’t have a single practice time reserved at all,” Gisselle replied as she cocked a hip and brought a finger up to her lip while staring back at us.

“Of course I didn’t fill out the form! Every athletic team in the school already knows our schedule!” Brittney shouted back.

“Well then, according to the form I signed with the principle this is the pom squad time slot for the gym, and everyone knows that because I did the proper paperwork Beldamore. I guess that gives you and your little purse dog time to go work on more tricks somewhere else,” Gisselle replied back with a shrug.

I heard Brittney’s duffel bag hit the floor and saw a few of the pom squad girls start to back up as she took a menacing step forward but instead I reached out and grabbed her arm to hold her back from advancing. She gave me a questioning look and I shook my head at her, “I’m so done with the two of you bickering back and forth like squirrels fighting over the same nut.”

“Excuse me?” Brittney’s eyes went wide and Gisselle called out, “I do not fight over the same nuts as Beldamore. I always get the nuts I want.”

Both of them spun back and glared at each other as I walked past Brittney and up to the entire group of pom squad girls and started to count heads out loud. Gisselle finally stopped giving Brittney the evil eye and turned to face me, “What are you doing Summers? We have more than ten girls on the team, so if you’re going to count all of them you might have to take off your shoes.”

I ignored the laughter from the gathered pom squad and finished my counting. I then pulled out my phone and gave all the girls a small smile as I started typing.

“Seriously Summers. What are you doing?” Gisselle asked with furrowed eyebrows.

I looked up at the pom squad and said loudly, “You guys remember when the football team had a beat down on my boyfriend? Most of you went to the football game that night, right? Remember how none of the lights were working? Or the scoreboard?”

“Get to the point Summers. We have to get back to practice. Are you trying to say that the cheer team will look better in the dark? Because no one here is going to disagree with you,” Gisselle flipped her wrist and smirked at me.

“Oh no. not what I’m saying at all,” I smiled sweetly at Gisselle before looking back at the entire pom squad, “I’m saying that I’ve got a pretty good relationship with the AV club. The ones that run the jumbo-tron. I happen to know that they can photoshop pig and cow heads on each and every one of you as you dance live. They can also add another ten pounds on top of the ten pounds the camera already adds. So I’m texting them how many of you there are that way they can have it all ready,” I paused and then looked up, “But that seems kind of mean, so I’ll offer you a deal. Every girl who gets out of my gym right now won’t get turned into an oinker or a heffer in front of the entire school.”

Several of the pom squad girls glanced around at each other with worried looks on their faces until I added in a chipper voice, “Team Kevin!” as I held up my fingers in a peace sign.

That was all they needed. Seven of them broke ranks immediately and headed for the gym door, and the rest of them followed as soon as they saw the first seven taking the first step. Gisselle was suddenly the only one standing there, watching the girls walk out of the gym, until she straightened herself and flipped her hair over her shoulders as she looked at me with begrudging respect, “Well played Kitten. You win this round.”

I smiled at her sweetly and tipped my phone back and pressed the camera button, causing my phone to make a loud shutter noise before saying, “Jizzman, I’m going to give you fair warning. I’m not in a good mood today. Steer clear of me. Also, if I smell your cheap ass perfume on my boyfriend today I’m going full nuclear on you.”

“Oh you’re going full nuclear on me? That’s cute, what do you even think full nuclear looks like, Kitten? Do tell,” Gisselle said with an eye roll.

“Okay, warning used up,” I declared and turned my phone to face her and showed Norman the picture of his face on Gisselle’s body, “I wonder how long it will take for every single person in the school to be pointing a camera at you after they read my page update with this photo and a caption that says How is Gisselle doing this?” I paused as I started typing the message along with the picture then looked back and said with a smirk, “Kevin can hold his image back for about ten or fifteen minutes and then he starts getting a wicked headache. How long can you hold your image back before you start getting a headache Norman? Probably longer than Kevin, but I’m doubting you can do it all day plus put up with camera flashes going off in your eyes non-stop.”

Gisselle’s eyebrows furrowed in rage as she said through clenched teeth, “You wouldn’t! That’s low!”

“And my finger is pushing the post button…” I replied as I started to move my hand toward my phone screen until Gisselle called out, “Wait! Stop! Okay, fine. You win.”

Gisselle took a step back and ran her fingers through her hair as she let out a breath, “Ugh, I hate it when someone tries to force me out of a mount that I’m having fun in. I know you two don’t really like Gisselle here, but I’m having a blast as her,” Giselle’s eyebrows wiggled at us, “She’s got a bad girl vibe that I can totally use to have some fun, a rocking surprisingly limber little body, the attention of enough boys that I can always find someone who wants to have a good time, and surprisingly enough, the carpet matches the curtains.”

“So if you think for a second that I’m going to put up with more bullying from you two little cream puffs, you’re sadly mistaken. I gave Peanut my word that I would keep you two out of harm’s way, and so I will, but understand that does not mean I will just let these little tantrums go. I’m getting tons of sex. I get to play with an entire dance team. I have a complete school full of hormonal teenagers that are easy to twist around my little pinky. I’m having fun. I like to stir the pot a little. People watch reality TV for the drama, right? Well, this is my version of that. You two see me as the villain in this story? I see it from someone else’s perspective that puts you two as the villains. That’s the problem with you Normals. You can’t walk a mile in someone else’s shoes. You only see one point of view.”

“I’m going to give you some space for today Kitten, because that’s what you wanted. Tomorrow, however, you better bring your A game because IT’S ON. I do not appreciate being threatened. Frankly, I won’t stand for it. The little stunt you pulled today was well played, but you’re too nice to pull it off consistently. You see, that’s your problem. You don’t have any confidence, and I know just how to exploit that.”

“Norman if you…” Brittney started to say until Gisselle cut her off.

“Oh you need to take a step back too Sassy Pants. Learn to count to ten or something. Your temper is your biggest fault, and if I wanted to, I could use that little personality flaw to turn this entire school against you in 15 minutes. I know you better than you know you. I have not only been inside that pretty little head, I’ve lived more lives than you can even comprehend. I know how to topple an empire while wearing an evening gown at a dinner party, you think I can’t bury you in a suburban high school while wearing athletic leggings and a sports bra? Ha. Keep it up bitch. I’ll show you how this works.”

“Finally, just so the two of you know, Peanut didn’t fuck me in that supply closet. I pulled him in, used some of my favorite moves, I even got every button and buckle on his clothes undone with him barely noticing, but he said I’d have to clear it with the two of you before he would do anything. That’s some resilience, because trust me I can be very persuasive. Tomorrow however, will be a different story. Tomorrow, he’s going to fuck me. I am going to drain him so empty he won’t even be able to get it up for the two of you. That’s a promise.”

And with that Gisselle spun on her heels, her hair flying outward as she turned, and she stormed off with the rest of the pom squad just as some of the other cheerleaders were walking in.

“Is everything okay? You two have it out with Gisselle? You both look a bit pale,” Hannah said as she walked over.

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“What the hell do you mean you just signed off on our time slot?!” Brittney cried out as she glared at the principle.

“I… um… I’m sorry Miss Beldamore… I…” Principle Mabus stuttered, “I don’t even remember signing it…”

Brittney crossed her arms angrily as she tapped her foot, “Well what are we going to do about it? We had an agreement about the cheer team using the gym. You damn well know that.”

Principle Mabus took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped at his head, “Yes yes, I know… but that was more of a verbal thing…” his voice trailed off as he shuffled his feet nervously in place, “This is more of a signed document that is public record, so…”

I stood by Brittney’s side as I looked down at the form that was stamped APPROVED in big read letters and signed by Principle Mabus indicating the newly formed pom squad had every right to the gym for our practice times. Norman had not only taken our morning slots, but he had also requested the gym for the weekdays and weekends when we practiced after school as well. He also apparently had rights to any outside athletic field that any other team hadn’t previously signed up for in writing before the date stamped on his request.

“Can’t the cheerleading team practice off to the side of the field that the football team uses? We are having lovely weather right now,” Principle Mabus asked with a hopeful face.

“I am going to pretend that you didn’t just ask us to be a side act for the football team to leer at while they fondle each other in the mud,” Brittney replied as her eyes narrowed coldly at the principle.

“Oh no, I would never disrespect anyone like that!” The principle responded and then he asked in a quiet voice, “Would it be possible to share the gym and athletic fields with the pom squad? I don’t really see why the two teams can’t practice together. You’re both doing the same thing anyway, right?”

Brittney’s eyebrows went up as her mouth dropped open, “We are doing the same thing anyway? Did you actually just say that? Did those words come out of your mouth?”

“Well, I mean… you both have pom-poms, right?” Principle Mabus asked as he shrugged his shoulders at Brittney.

“You will be hearing from my father’s lawyers,” Brittney replied coldly, “Please don’t show up to a legal proceeding in a suit that looks like you borrowed it from your fat brother ten years ago.”

With that she waved at me to follow and we both left the office as the principle stammered apologies and promised he’d look into it and see if there was anything else he could do for us.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Brittney muttered as she tried to choke the air in front of her while her hands shook in rage.

“I can’t believe Norman specifically took all of our practice slots,” I said as I frowned, “I just don’t get why he would do that.”

“Uhhhh, you both have pom-poms, right? Derp,” Brittney said in a deep voice as she satirically imitated the principle, “That fucker! I’m going to bronze his balls and hang them on my wall like a fucking cheer trophy.”

“I’ve got to get to class Britt,” I replied as I saw the door to my next class come up on the left.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ve got to call the legal team at my dad’s office. I’ll see you later slut.”

I waved and gave her a weak smile and then walked into the classroom. I found my usual seat and plopped down in my desk. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Kevin furiously scribbling in his note book. I wondered what he was doing when the teacher walked in and closed the door as the bell rang. He called out for everyone to pass their assignments up to the front and I pulled mine out of a pink folder from my backpack and handed it to the guy in front of me. As I spun to collect the assignments coming up from behind me I saw Kevin sigh as he tore the page out of his notebook and shrug as he handed it to the person sitting in front of him. He glanced my way and I slumped my shoulders as I mouthed the word Sorry to him. He gave me a thumbs-up back, but his face told me he didn’t really mean it was okay.

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“What’s wrong?” I asked Kevin as we walked out of class together.

“Nothing,” He replied and shot me a fake smile.

“Bull. C’mon, tell me!”

“Really, it’s no big deal,” he said as he adjusted his back-pack, “Why was Brittney all pissy this morning? Come to think of it, so was Gisselle.”

“No you do not get to redirect mister!” I said as I put a hand on his arm and squeezed, then reached up and gently touched the quickly fading bruise on his face. It looked almost completely healed since he had hopped me last night.

“Honestly, it’s nothing. I just completely forgot about that assignment. I got like forty five minutes of sleep last night, I’m dragging butt,” He said as his shoulders slumped and his backpack slid down again.

“Why did you only get forty five minutes of sleep?” I asked him with a surprised face, “You left my house early enough to get more than that.”

“After I left your house I had to set up for the boys and the girls basketball fundraisers I promised I would help with. Then after I got done there I went and helped out an old veteran my dad knows that lost his leg. Just cleaning up and fixing some stuff around his house, but it still takes time. Then it was early enough that the stores were open, so I went and grabbed some fertilizer and stuff I needed for your lawn, then I had to go to the football field and help the AV club wire some new equipment, and then I passed out in my car in the school parking lot and woke up to Vince banging on my window and calling me names that I didn’t understand. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t because I was tired though… I don’t think he knew how to pronounce them, which really makes me doubt the educational system here, you know?” Kevin said as he shook his head and slid the back pack up onto his shoulder once more.

“Oh! Why didn’t you say you had too much going on!” I said as I squeezed his arm, “I would have understood!”

“Both you and Britt looked pretty upset about the supply closet, so…” his voice trailed off, “Oh, and just so you know, I’m sorry. I should have never let Norman get me in that closet to begin with.”

“Hey,” I said as I pulled him to the corner of a hallway and then wrapped my arms around his neck as I smiled up at his face, “I’m not upset. I promise. Norman said nothing happened in the closet anyway.”

“I wouldn’t call it nothing. We kissed. Well, I mean, he half undressed me, gave me hickeys, tried to give me a hand job when I wouldn’t take anything else, and then stuffed his panties in my pocket after the kiss… So, stuff happened, I know that. I shouldn’t have…” He started to say and I put a finger over his lips so I could interrupt him.

“Kevin, it’s okay. I know we are in sort of a crazy relationship anyway. I mean, just Brittney alone adds a whole different level. Plus your ability… I get it. I just wanted to say thank you for stopping where you did and offering to talk about it.”

“Yeah no problem. I really do care about you,” he said as he kissed my hand, “I want everyone to be happy together, you know?”

“Oh I don’t know if that’s a possibility anymore,” I said with raised eyebrows.

“Why not? What’s going on?” He asked with both surprise and concern in his voice.

“Well, we met up with Norman in the gym this morning when the cheerleaders were supposed to have practice and it sorta turned into a cat fight when…”

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I was picking at my lunch but not really eating any of it while Hannah and Lauren debated nail polish colors when Brittney suddenly nudged me on the shoulder and asked, “Hey, where’s Chess Club?”

Hannah looked at Brittney, “He’s building a twelve foot tall sculpture out of paper mache for the basketball team fundraiser tonight. How do you not know this? He posted about it this morning on yak-yak like crazy early. Some of the basketballers and most of the pom squad said they would help him paint it over lunch.”

“He accepted help from the cheer-traitors?” Brittney said as her eyebrows went up, “Oh he’s going to have a hard time finishing anything with broken fingers!”

She stood up from the table as she cracked her knuckles, but before she could leave Lauren added, “He didn’t really accept help from the pom squad. He said everyone was welcome to paint it. Where do you think Tiffany, Megan and Rachel are? Tiffany was so excited she couldn’t sit still through science. She almost got detention.”

I looked over to the table where the football players usually sat and noticed it was unusually empty without the pom squad clinging to them like urchins. I also couldn’t help but notice Gisselle wasn’t there.

“Hey, why aren’t you there Amy?” Hannah asked as she cocked her head, “I’d think you’d want to help your boyfriend. Oh! Did you guys have a fight! Is that why you were all teary eyed yesterday at practice?”

“What? Are Amy and Kevin breaking up?” Lauren looked up from her phone, “That’s a shame, I actually kinda liked him.”

I heard someone at the next table over start to talk about how I was breaking up with Kevin and sighed and stood up next to Brittney, “C’mon. I need to go apologize for not paying any attention to what my boyfriend is going through.”

“Why would you apologize to him for that? He’s not interesting enough to do anything noteworthy,” Brittney replied, “But whatever. I’ve got to at least go and chase the pom whores away from my cheerleaders, so I’ll walk with you.”

I gave her an incredulous look and then shook my head as we started to walk out of the lunch room. When we hit the hallway Brittney snapped her fingers, “Oh! I forgot to tell you, I was talking to my Dad’s legal team and…”

“What? You were serious about that? I thought you were just trying to scare the principle into giving us some sort of practice time, or tell the pom squad they needed to share or something,” I said as I looked at her in disbelief.

“Fuck yes I was serious about that. Never make a threat you can’t back up Summers. You know that,” Brittney replied as we turned down another hallway before she continued, “Anyway, as I was saying, the legal team said that verbal contracts are tricky as hell to cover in the courts, which I knew going in, but I figured we could at minimum have Mabus served, which will probably scare the piss out of him enough to do what I want him to do, but if it doesn’t I figure we can drag it out and after a few weeks, maybe months, I can remind him that the school’s daft-ass lawyer is chewing through his budget and he’s being stupid about this whole thing. If none of that works, I still have all the keys from the last time Dad paid for one of the school remodels and it still works in like… ninety percent of the locks in the school, so we’ll have to do a night time raid and we’ll just burn the fucking pom squads’ stuff. I did some checking and if the gym goes through a serious remodel all contracts regarding its use get voided and are up for re-negotiation. So when we torch their shit we just do it in the gym and make sure there is enough damage that it needs a re-work.”

I stopped walking and looked at Brittney with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, “You are not serious.”

Brittney spun and held her hands out to the sides, “Well it’s not like my plan A, but I am not backing down!”

“Brittney we are not lighting the freaking school on fire just to get a spot to practice in the gym! We can practice at your house! Or a park! Or…”

“Absolutely not Summers!” Brittney declared, “This is war! Give them an inch and they take a mile! Fight fire with fire… Literally!” Brittney shrugged and then added, “Plus my last name is on the side of that gym anyway. Not to mention I can just get my dad to write a check for the remodel anyway.”

“No. I’m out,” I said as I shook my head and held up my hands, “No!”

“Oh grow a pair Summers. If anyone has the right to burn that place to the ground it’s me. Besides, I never liked the shade of blue they picked. I gave the fucking contractor the paint number to get and he still fucked it up. That is reason enough to burn it down right there. We can say the pom squads’ shit just happened to be in the one room we couldn’t unlock before we started.”

I was about to open up my mouth and rebut her when I thought I heard something. I turned away and Brittney kept going, “I know where the security cameras are, we’ll never get caught. You don’t…”

“Shhh!” I hissed at her.

“Don’t shhh me!” Brittney said and I held out my hand to stop her from talking, “What?”

I walked toward the sound and headed into the library. The noise got slightly louder and it definitely sounded like a girl crying. She was trying not to be heard, but she was crying. I turned and walked through the middle of the row of tall mildly imposing book shelves looking for where the noise was coming from.

“What are you doing Summers? Don’t just shush me and walk away!” Brittney said from the door and in response I turned and over my shoulder called out, “Shhh!”

“Ooooooh, you’re asking for it slut,” Brittney replied angrily as I reached the last two rows of bookshelves.

I looked left and then right to see a mop of mildly curly blonde hair sitting on the floor with a pair of toned legs pulled up tight to it.

“Are you okay?” I asked with concern.

I heard a few shaky breaths get sucked in and hands wiping at a face before the hair finally parted and Gisselle’s face looked up at me. I blinked a few times at her and the red puffy bags around her eyes. Brittney was now standing by my side and she asked in a loud voice, “Gisselle? Are you crying?”

“What? No. Why would I be crying?” Gisselle replied as she forced a fake smile on her face and sniffed hard as she blinked a few times.

“Are you… um… you?” I asked as I leaned forward and stared at her face like that would tell me something.

She let out a long low breath and looked at me with disdain, “You know who it is. Would the real Gisselle ever come into the library if she didn’t have to?”

“I can’t believe we still have a library. Who the fuck doesn’t just download an e-book?” Brittney remarked as she reached out and wiped her finger through some dust on one of the middle shelves, “I mean, honestly, we shouldn’t even need textbooks anymore, they could have all that shit online.”

I ignored both of them and put my back against the books as I slid down to sit next to Gisselle, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh,” I stared over at her and waited. Brittney wasn’t as patient and blurted out, “Okay, everything is fine with pro-hoe. Let’s get going.”

“You’re such a bitch Brittney,” Gisselle said as her eyes started to water again.

“Excuse me? I’m a…” Brittney started to retort until I shot her dark look and she stopped her statement and let out an exasperated breath and then muttered, “Okay, whatever.”

I put one arm around Gisselle and leaned my head on her shoulder, “It’s okay Norman. You don’t have to tell us. If you want I’ll just sit here with you for a while.”

Gisselle let out a sob and then sniffled it back in as she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and said, “You’re too nice Kitten. You’re just too nice.”

“Well, I mean, I have my bad days too,” I said as I gave her a small smile back.

“Amy if you were any nicer woodland creatures would do your chores for you,” Brittney muttered as she plopped down across the small aisle from us.

Gisselle let out a little giggle as she glanced across at Brittney and then sniffled again, took a deep breath and raised her head and straightened her mussed up hair before saying, “I suppose I should say that I’ve been a real jerk the past few days. I got too into playing my character. I hurt both of you and that is not okay.”

“I agree. You have been a real…” Brittney started to respond until I again shot her a look and she stopped.

“Thank you Norman. That’s very big of you,” I said as I squeezed Gisselle’s thin shoulders, “We probably haven’t been the best of friends to you either.”

“Ha. Speak for yourself Summers. I haven’t even punched Gisselle in her stupid face once.”

“Okay Brittney,” I said as I glared over at her, “You’re not helping. Why don’t you play the quiet game for like five minutes.”

Gisselle let out another giggle as Brittney shook her head at me and then looked off to the right and flopped her head back against the book rack behind her as she muttered, “Whatever.”

“So what’s wrong Norman? Why are you hiding in the library crying by yourself? You can tell us,” I asked in a patient voice.

Gisselle let out another sob as her eyes filled with tears again, “Peanut said he didn’t want anything to do with me while I was being such a bitch,” She sucked in a ragged gasp of air and the tears started to well up in her eyes while she continued, “I didn’t mean it, I swear! I just got caught up in everything and then it snowballed and everything spun way out of control!”

I squeezed her shoulders tightly and gave her a smile, “It’ll be okay. I’m sure Kevin will…”

“Oh you don’t get it!” She snapped at me as she started to sob again and dropped her head to her knees and pulled out of my embrace.

I leaned further over and wrapped my arm around her once again and asked, “Okay will you explain it to me and help me understand?”

Gisselle lifted her head and sucked in a couple gasps of air and then leaned against me, “He doesn’t care about me. He has you. And her,” Gisselle motioned at Brittney who managed to keep her mouth shut, but I could see on her face she wanted to snap back.

“Norman, Kevin does care about you,” I said in a reassuring tone.

“Not the same way he cares about you two,” She said as she wiped at her eyes, “Not the same way I care about him,” She paused to whimper for a moment and then continued, “You Normals stole him from me and now I missed my chance. I could have been a perky highschool girl for him! I could have been whatever he wanted! But now I blew it. You Normals don’t get what it’s like to not have anyone who understands you, and when I finally find someone who is amazing and just like me, who is just perfect he gets stolen away from me.”

“Oh Norman!” I said as my eyes started to tear up, “Are you lonely too? I don’t want you to be lonely! I don’t want you to be left out!” I hugged Gisselle tightly and continued, “Why do you have to steal Kevin away from us? Why can’t we all be happy together?”

Gisselle looked at me with distrust and asked, “You mean… like share… each other? You’re serious about that?”

“Well, I mean,” I paused and wiped my own eyes off, “We haven’t really talked about being exclusive or anything, but I’m already sharing Kevin with Brittney. Why not share him with you too?”

“You really think that would work?” Gisselle asked as she wiped at her face.

“Um… I don’t know… but I was raised with cartoon ponies and bears that taught me friendship is magic and sharing is caring,” I said with a shrug and a smile, “We could try it, right?”

“You’d do that?” Gisselle asked, “Even though we only met a little while ago?”

“We only met Kevin a little while ago,” I replied, “And I think we’d have to make sure everyone agrees, like… probably talk to Kevin too.”

“Damn skippy. No one asked my opinion about any of this,” Brittney spouted out with a huff.

Gisselle looked over at Brittney with watery eyes and Brittney looked back at her for a minute or so and then said, “I mean… you’re kind of annoying, but I suppose so is Chess Club, so at that point why not? What’s one more?”

Gisselle’s lips pulled into a little smile and she put her head on my shoulder as she said, “Maybe all Normals aren’t so bad.”

“Um, thanks I think,” I replied as I let my head rest on hers and then said, “We should probably go find Kevin and talk with him about all of this.”

“What if he doesn’t want me?” Gisselle asked in a low voice, “He was pretty upset with me.”

“Oh Norman! I’m sure he’ll forgive you when he sees we made up. We’ll hold your hands, okay? Us girls have to stick together. And Kevin will see it will be that much more fun,” I promised Norman as I squeezed against Gisselle’s side.

“Yeah, I can only imagine how horrible it will be for poor Chess Club. What a tragedy,” Brittney muttered with heavy sarcasm.

Gisselle took a deep breath and leaned her head back against the row of books behind her as she said, “Yeah, okay. Sharing him is better than not getting any of him.”

“You two have terrible taste in men, I’m just putting that out there right now,” Brittney said as she shook her head.

“I do not understand how you can just disassociate like that,” Gisselle said back to Brittney as she also shook her head.

I let go of Gisselle and climbed to my feet then held out my hands to both Gisselle and Brittney to help them up. Brittney popped to her feet without grabbing my hand, but Gisselle took my outstretched palm and stood up, then reached behind her and dusted off her own butt before nodding at me and saying, “Okay, how terrible do I look?”

“Does that really even matter?” Brittney asked as stared at Norman, “He’s gonna see you’re ugly mug anyway isn’t he?”

Gisselle looked at Brittney with shock, “Rude much?”

“Oh that does remind me,” I said to Gisselle, “I can be okay sharing Kevin with you, but I cannot share him with Gisselle. Sorry, not sorry.”

Gisselle nodded and replied, “Yeah, I can understand that,” she then looked down at her own body, “Is it weird that I am going to miss this mount just a little bit? I realize you two don’t really get along with her, but you have to admit she goes for what she wants and she does have a nice ass.” Gisselle turned her backside toward us and gave her rump a little slap.

“Ugh. No. I just can’t Norman. Sorry, I don’t see it,” I said as I shook my head and Brittney added, “I wouldn’t fuck her with someone else’s dick.”

Gisselle and I both looked at Brittney and she shrugged, “What?”

Gisselle then hooked her arm in mine and said happily, “Well then, let’s go find me a new bod that you do approve of Kitten! You pick it out, I’ll pick it up.”

“Deal.”

“Hey, don’t I get a say?” Brittney asked in a shocked voice from behind us.

“No,” Norman and I replied at the same time and then both let out giggles as we all walked out of the library together.

[xorg]

Chapter 20

I rolled over and slowly lifted my arm over my face, blocking the bright sun from my eyes for a moment as I looked around the pool area, but couldn’t locate Brittney or Norman. Suddenly my world turned over on itself as I let out a loud yelp and I was plunged into the cool water. I came up gasping for air and looked over to see Norman grinning at me while holding the inflatable raft I had been lying on. I pulled my sunglasses off my face and flipped back my wet hair before smashing my hand through the water and sending some of it blasting at Norman’s new pretty face.

He squealed in a high pitched tone as I shouted, “Why would you do that!?”

He jumped over and wrapped his arms around me tightly and we both went underwater. I once again gasped as I broke above the surface and found Norman still clinging to me, mashing his pert breasts into mine as he smiled up at me with his full pink lips, “You just looked so hot Kitten! I didn’t want you to burn!”

“And so why are you still holding onto me?” I asked as I squirmed against his grip.

He put his head down on my breasts and said, “Floatation devices! I’d probably drown in this body if I had to use my own.”

I looked around at the hustle and bustle going on through the country club pool area, but no one seemed to be paying any special attention to us other than the lifeguard on the far side of the pool who seemed to be zeroed into my breasts in a “starting to get creepy” way.

I peeled Norman’s small hands off from my arms and swam to the side of the pool, then hopped out and spun, holding my arm out for Norman as he reached out, grabbed on, and I lifted as he climbed out after me. My hips swayed with my stride as I walked over to the lounge chair next to Brittney and used my towel to start gently drying my skin. Norman just plopped down on Brittney as her eyes popped open and she let out a yelp similar to the one I had muttered just a short time ago.

“Tegan what the F…AAAAaaaahhhh!” Brittney screamed at Norman as he pressed his wet body against hers, ditching her usual cursing for loud screaming due to the fact that there were small kids randomly running around the pool area. Contrary to most people’s belief’s Brittney could actually control her mouth when she wanted.

Norman and I had looked for quite a while for a new body, but it turned out he was actually very fussy when it came to picking a mount. We spent the rest of lunch looking, then parted ways and texted each other photos of possible mounts in our respective classes, each time either he or I would find some flaw that would cause us to nix that body. Finally, in the last class of the day I had sent him a photo of Tegan who he instantly agreed to. I slipped her a note asking to chat with her after class, and then Norman slipped into her once the other students had bolted out the door on their way to whatever else they had going on.

We had then found Kevin, who had returned to the art room to put the finishing touches on his project, and while Brittney and I had each held one of Tegan’s hands Norman made a watery eyed apology to Kevin. Kevin had smiled at his mentor and then hugged all three of us and said, “I just want everyone to be happy. If all of you are good with this, I’m in.”

After that Tegan has broken out of the group hug quickly and then claimed she still needed to fix the mix up with the practice times, and darted out of the room. Kevin gave both of us a serious look as he mentioned that Norman was not the most stable relationship, no matter who it was with, and told us to be prepared for his flightiness. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him while Brittney had told him this was all my fault, but she’d go along with it to keep an eye on me for my own good.

That was two days ago.

Now all of us had gone to the pool of the country club where Brittney’s family had a membership. All three of us were in matching bikinis that Norman had picked out for us. They were actually really cute and he had picked out the correct sizes for Brittney and I, so I had put mine on without too much objection. Brittney needed more convincing, but now that she was in it and had taken a selfie with all three of us together, even she admitted they were cute.

“Did you girls want anything to eat?” I heard Mr. Beldamore ask from the table next to us.

“Oh! nachos! I saw nachos on the menu! Can we have nachos, puh-lease!” Tegan begged as she bounced over to the table with pent up teenage energy.

“Whatever you want, just charge it to our member number,” Mr. Beldamore replied while he eyed Tegan nervously.

“Thanks Mister B!” Tegan exclaimed as she hopped into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, then pecked a quick kiss on his cheek, still soaking wet and dripping all over him.

Mr. Beldamore let out a groan as he used a towel to wipe off the water from his work tablet, but didn’t say anything else as he looked over at his wife, who hid her smile behind the magazine she was reading and her large floppy sun hat. Both of them knew Norman was inside of the young girl, and both of them seemed to be agreeable to his antics, either out of curiosity or just being generally okay with it because it was Norman.

“Oh! And ice cream!” Tegan popped off Brittney’s father’s lap and bounded over to me, grabbing both of my hands, “Kitten, do you want to share some ice cream with me? I really want some SOOOOoooOOOOoooo bad, but I don’t know if I can eat an entire banana split! Puh-leeeeeeeeeease!”

I grinned at Tegan and nodded my head and then she was off like a flash to find someone to take her order, drawing the life guard’s attention as he called out, “No running!” Tegan slowed her pace and while making a face and sticking her tongue out at the lifeguard, but continued on in a frantic hurry to secure treats.

I lowered myself down on the chair next to Brittney as I giggled, “Norman is hysterical when he acts like his mount.”

“He could pull back on the Tegan by about fifteen percent, and then pull back on the Norman by about forty five percent,” Brittney responded as she plopped her head back down on the lounge chair and went back to sunbathing.

“Oh he’s fun and you know it!” I chided her and then a shadow blocked out my sun.

I looked up to see Kevin staring down at both of us, “Twins? Cute.”

“Hey Chess Club, shut up.” Brittney’s voice responded dryly.

Kevin ignored Brittney as he looked over at her parents and said, “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Beldamore, how are you today?”

“Fine thank you,” Alexandra replied as she waved to Kevin.

“The bedroom turned out as nice as you said it would, Mr. Carter. Well done,” Fredrick replied to him.

Suddenly we were interrupted by Tegan’s voice as she exclaimed, “PEANUT!” and a moment later she leapt at Kevin, wrapping her arms around him, the momentum of her body crashing into his causing them both to tumble backwards and into the pool.

As their heads appeared back above the water Kevin looked over at Tegan and said, “Nice to see you too.”

“HEY! You have to shower and change before you go in the pool!” The lifeguard yelled out from his high perch.

I rushed to the side of the pool and helped them out, then as Kevin started to empty his pockets I began drying things off with my towel, first his phone, then his wallet, then his car keys. He looked at Norman sourly and said, “I suppose I’ll go change, now. I can’t stay long though; I have to help my dad’s friend with his fence.”

Kevin turned and headed toward the locker rooms and Tegan grabbed his phone and gave me a wicked grin. She quickly put in the passcode to unlock it and as the screen flashed to life I glared at her.

“Hey! You can’t do that! And how did you even know the code?” I called out.

“Oh puh-lease,” She replied with an eye-roll and then started going through Kevin’s phone, “Every good girlfriend goes through her boyfriend’s phone from time to time. If you can’t find out what kind of porn he’s watching on his phone how are you supposed to do it right in the bedroom?”

“Stop. Right now. Just stop. Or go sit on the other side of the pool,” Brittney muttered as she rolled over to get some sun on her back.

Tegan’s eyebrows went up and she turned the phone toward me as she flipped through naked pictures of me, some with my face on them, and some with Kevin’s face, “Kinky!”

I felt myself turn beet-red as I grabbed for the phone, but Tegan deftly yanked the phone just out of my reach and then flipped away from the pictures. She pulled up the camera and then leaned into my side, “Come one! I wanna be in one too!”

She turned her torso slightly and looked up at the camera while thrusting out her chest and as I also posed I saw her push down on the shutter button. She took several photos of the two of us, then reached down with her free hand to slip her nipple out of her tight bikini top and took a few more then covered everything before anyone noticed. She then giggled as she went to the settings and changed Kevin’s background to a photo of me and her, with Norman’s face showing. She then dropped the phone on the pile of Kevin’s things before leaning back on me, “There. Now he’ll see both of us every time he turns on his phone.”

“He’s going to have to change it to one that you hid your face on,” I said with a smile.

Tegan just shrugged and gave me a teasing smile, then sat up off me and started running toward a man carrying a tray as she shouted out, “Nachos!”

The man was a bit taken back as she grabbed the platter of nachos and the banana split off his tray and darted back over to my lounge chair and set them down in between us. She held a spoon out for me with one hand as she grabbed a chip covered in cheese and garnishes in the other and popped it in her mouth.

“O ‘ant any?” She asked as she chewed and I closed my eyes tightly and made a repulsed face.

“Tegan, chew or talk, not both,” I reminded her.

She slapped a hand over her mouth as she said, “Sorry!”

She swallowed and said, “Sometimes I just use my mount’s habits like they are second nature, good or bad.”

“It’s okay,” I replied and then smiled and waved as Kevin came back into view.

Tegan looked over her shoulder and when she saw Kevin she let out a loud wolf whistle. Brittney looked over at us and said, “How both of you get worked up over that I will never know…”

“Oh Sassy Pants, you do not know what you are missing,” Tegan replied with an undertone of raw lust.

“Hard Pass,” Brittney replied as Kevin sat down on the chair next to me and then looked over at Tegan and Brittney.

Tegan suddenly crawled over the food and my lap, then over to Kevin as she gave him a quick kiss while mashing her chest into his. I caught Mr. Beldamore glancing at my face as I looked away from a different girl kissing my boyfriend and gave him a shrug which caused him to look back down at his tablet. Before I could look back Tegan grabbed me and pulled me over to Kevin and her as she exclaimed, “C’mon! Your turn!”

My head was in Kevin’s lap looking up at his chest and as I let out a little breath and he smiled down at me, “Hey Amy.”

“Hey,” I replied as I worked to get myself righted and then felt Kevin’s arms wrap around me as I settled into his lap. I leaned against his chest and enjoyed his scent as I lowered my head into his shoulder, “Thanks for coming. I know you’ve got a lot going on.”

“I wouldn’t have missed your invitation for the world,” he whispered back in my ears.

“Secrets don’t make friends!” Tegan called out and then jammed more nachos in her face and began chewing while her eyebrows raised at both of us.

“Tegan you are damaging my calm,” Brittney said without turning toward us, “Reel it in or go run it off.”

“It’s not my fault!” She squealed, “I swear this body just vibrates with energy all the time! Do you know how many times I had to frig myself off last night before I could fall asleep?”

Brittney sat up and glared at Tegan, but that didn’t even slow her down as she continued, “Oh hey, that reminds me, I wanted to ask you guys about something,”

Tegan paused for a moment and when no one spoke up she continued on right where she left off, “Are we exclusive? Because I’m not sure that’s going to work for me. You know how I was sorta getting plugged by three boys while I was in Gisselle’s body… Well, actually six, but I told you guys about three, so…”

“Oh ew,” I said as I cringed at Tegan.

She shrugged and replied, “What do you want from me? I have an almost impossible to manage libido.”

“Anyway,” Brittney interjected, “I assume there is a question somewhere in this rambling talk.”

“Oh yeah! Thanks Sassy Pants!” Tegan replied and then looked up and to the right as her eyes lost focus, “You see, like I said, my libido is a bit much, made worse when I’m in a cute little bod, right? Well, on top of that Tegan here has the most adorable puppy dog eyed boyfriend, and he’s wondering why the last couple of days I’ve been sort of avoiding him,” Tegan paused to take a breath, “And honestly it’s because if I were to text him, I would inevitably be sending him half naked pictures, and when he showed up to say hi and I felt that bulge pressed up against me, I know I would just lose it.”

Tegan’s lower lip started to tremble, “And I know I said I didn’t want to mess any of this up, but it’s sooooooooo hard, and I didn’t want to jump Peanut right before his date with Amy, and so I’m soooooo worked up right now and it’s driving me bonkers guys!”

I leaned forward and gave Tegan a hug, “Oh! You held off for me!”

“Of course I did Kitten!” Tegan said as she hugged me tightly back, then let go of me and slowly slipped a hand up Kevin’s leg and into the leg hole of his board shorts, “But now he’s here with his shirt off, and I haven’t had any decent sex in like… over a day… and I can tell it’s affecting me…” Tegan said as she squirmed on the chair and rubbed her thighs together while biting her lower lip.

“So you what? Want to jump chess club right here, right now? C’mon now,” Brittney replied as she sat up on her chair, “Nobody wants to see that.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to spoil their date Sassy Pants!” Tegan replied back, “but at the same point in time, keeping my boyfriend from getting some when him and Tegan have been fairly regularly scratching that itch as well doesn’t seem fair for him or me either…” her voice trailed off as she put a hand down on the chair in front of her and then rubbed against her wrist while closing her eyes.

“Down girl,” Brittney reached into her cup of drinking water and flicked some at Tegan, whose eyes popped open and she yanked her hand back to her side, “Thanks SP. I needed that.”

Tegan collected herself for a moment and pulled her wet strawberry blonde hair back behind her and looked at me with a wince on her face, “So… I guess… I was asking if I could sort of… you know… maybe get a bit of an exception to this… you know… exclusivity clause thingy…”

Tegan began fidgeting with her fingers as she stared at me, but it was Brittney who replied first, “You do you boo.”

Kevin shrugged as he said, “I’m actually pretty surprised you lasted this long…”

And suddenly everyone was looking at me as I glanced around the group. I blinked a few times and then said in a quiet voice, “I guess I don’t mind Norman… but please don’t skeezbag out on us, you know?”

Tegan smiled as she nodded furiously, “Okay! I won’t! I promise!”

She then dug her phone out of a small pink bag at the foot of the lounge chair and began furiously typing for a bit, then posed and took a snapshot from the neck down and stabbed at her phone again before looking back at Kevin and I, “Thank you sooooooOOOOooooo much!”

I just giggled and rolled my eyes at her and then she got a serious look on her face, “So? What are the plans for the big date? Do you guys need a limo? I know a guy. He doesn’t ask questions and he can get pretty much any bodily fluid out of upholstery with only a mild up-charge.”

Brittney flicked more water at Tegan, “Too much!”

Tegan huffed, “Fine then. I was just offering, you know?”

“Thank you,” I replied and reached out to squeeze Tegan’s hand.

“I’m pretty sure I have it handled Norman. I’ll let you know if I need any help though,” Kevin replied and leaned back on the lounge chair.

“I’m going over to help her get ready beforehand,” Brittney replied casually, “But that’s pretty standard. Don’t screw this up Chess Club.”

As Kevin glanced over at Brittney with raised eyebrows Tegan clapped excitedly, “Oh fun! Can I come too?”

I shrugged at her and said, “Fine with me.”

“Yay!” Tegan said as she bounced in her seat and then her phone chirped. She pulled it up and looked at the screen, then blushed as she looked at us sheepishly before saying quickly, “Um, I… have to… um… you know,” She then quickly got up, grabbed her pink bag and her towel and started walking to the locker room, wiggling her ass as she went and waved over her back shoulder, “Toddles! See you for date prep!”

Brittney looked over at the untouched melting ice cream and mostly uneaten nachos, sighed as she shook her head, then laid back down on her lounge chair and closed her eyes.