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Fapping Materials / Re: Brad The Bully Story
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CHAPTER 19
Chapter 19: Bethany's sex tape
Lots of people don't get pregnant from receiving a single cumload. That's what Bethany kept repeating to herself as she dressed for school. Her ass felt painful and sore and she couldn't stop thinking about the events of the previous evening. Letting the young guy into her house, letting him fuck her in any position he wanted and use her pussy to dump his load. She had the video on a memory stick in her purse. She didn't dare watch it herself.
When she arrived at her math class first thing in the morning, her mind wouldn't stop thinking about the big dick that had penetrated her again and again.
"Good morning students, take your seats. Quiet down now," the old, ugly math teacher said to her students. "Everyone is to write their name on both sheets of scratch paper, as well as the top of the exam before you begin." She began walking around the room, placing the math test on all the student's desk. Bethany clutched the scratch paper that she'd be writing down all the answers for and giving them to her new 'friend' Victoria. Bethany had never cheated a day in her life. Everything about her felt wrong this morning.
"I know you're going to do great," Miss White whispered as she placed the exam on Bethany's desk. Bethany was the start of the advanced math class and one of White's favorite and most trusted students. Even with the thoughts of the older guy stretching her ass out with his fingers and violating her intimate body parts, Bethany was still able to complete the exam with ease. Math was all logic and it was easy for her to solve even while in such an emotional state.
Every time she wrote down an answer, she copied the correct answer on the scratch paper. As usual, she finished with plenty of time to spare.
"Finished," Bethany whispered, placing the exam on Miss White's desk. The teacher gave her a proud smile before looking back down at her book, allowing Bethany to palm the folded up piece of scratch paper before returning to her desk. She felt awful, but at least the hard part was done. She had done everything the Queen Cheerleader had asked. Now she just had to hand over the cheat sheet, the flash drive with the sex video, and then wait for Victoria to help her become super popular.
Unlike Bethany, Vanessa had woken up in quite a good mood. She had received lots of compliments on her new fake blonde hair at school yesterday that her self-confidence was soaring. Brad had also enjoyed it - so much so, in fact, that he told her he wanted another pair of her panties after his blowjob today. The thought made her glow. Something about the way he bossed her around made her feel so feminine and giddy.
She had never been a very 'girly' girl. Sure, she'd always had a boyfriend and was never a 'tomboy' kind of girl, but she was also not the kind of girl to wear high-heels or dyed blonde hair. Until Now. Her new ultra-stylish panties, skirts, and short-cut crop tops, wearing high-heels everywhere (even around the house), her fake hair and red lipstick - plus, the way Brad and the other football players treated her - she was starting to feel more stylish than ever before. She even started blowing kissy faces in the mirror, thinking if Collagen injections would actually make her face look prettier.
Of course, she was loving all the positive feedback she'd been getting at school, too. Not only from the cheerleaders but from the all the guys too - mostly the football players.
Sure, they still teased her and gave her a hard time: Scott making her show her tits every time she entered the field house, Toby joking about how she should crawl under the desk and 'get stuck' once again, or the numerous times that one of the guys would pop her behind with their towel whenever she was bent over scrubbing the floor. Some of the guys even called her 'ping-pong player,' a joke referring to the ping pall ball that she'd gotten stuck up her skirt. The five guys who had been in the gym when she was cleaning it topless started calling her bunny, on the account of how she'd jumped up and down like a bunny trying to catch her shirt as they tossed it over her head.
The name caught on, and soon all the football players referred to her as the 'locker room bunny' or 'lil play bunny.' Vanessa found the nickname cute and endearing, even though they did sometimes use it to be a bit degrading. Like when she was down on her knees sopping up a guy's shower water off the floor, Scott sat down in front of her with his legs spread. "Hey lil locker room bunny, while you're down there, mind taking care of this for me?" and he lifted his towel, exposing his dick to her.
A month ago she would have been appalled and slapped him, but now she looked up at him, smiled, and said her rehearsed line: "Mmm you have a big, gorgeous dick!" 'pop!' she felt another guy's towel pop her ass, making her squeal. The whole situation was amplified by the slutty, trashy clothes and tall heels she wore.
To top it all off, Tom made lots of cruel taunts about how the weight room was looking dusty, and she might have to 'say the password' and start dusting it - a flirty implication that she'd have to take her top off for them again. He'd usually motion his hands like two big breasts, causing her to push his hands down playfully, embarrassed that some of the other guys would notice the motion and begin asking her questions.
Even though the jokes were very sexual and inappropriate, she reminded herself that "that's just how those guys are." They were a rough bunch of football players at the horny age of 18, so of course, they were going to make lewd jokes about her. She reminded herself that they were just harmless fun and nothing there was wrong with a little flirting. She'd actually come to enjoy the attention. It flattered her and made her feel fun, carefree and adventurous.
Still, it was all harmless fun. She would never cheat on me, not really. It was all just a little fun flirting, nothing serious. Besides the daily blowjobs that she was giving to Brad, of course. But she didn't really consider blowjobs as cheating. It was just her mouth, and that didn't count as *real* sex. I'd even told her that myself. She smiled, reminding herself that she wasn't doing anything wrong.
She did worry a little that I would become jealous if I found out about all the sexy flirting she did with the guys - especially the fact that Scott go to see her tits basically whenever he wanted, and I had yet to have even a single peek - and she decided that it would probably be better for everyone if I didn't find out, since I might not understand.
She smiled as she picked out her pair of panties to wear for Brad. She considered wearing the pair that said 'Blowjob Queen,' but decided to save those for a more special occasion. She finally narrowed the choice down to two pairs: the sexy, v-shaped, ultra-thin red 'tanga' panties, or the panties that said 'open for business.' She thought the tanga ones were sexier, but the ones with writing might be more fun for Brad to read later. A little reminder that she was 'open for business' to him.
She'd also have to wear a skirt to go with it and decided on a white pleated mini-skirt. Of course, the skirt didn't go down past the half-way point of her thighs. She picked out a green halter top that left her shoulders exposed, and a pair of gold high heels to complete the outfit. She looked more like she was going to a nightclub than to school.
She then laid out two pairs of panties on her bed and took out her phone to snap a pic. She swiped through the morning messages I'd sent her: "good morning gorgeous angel, had wonderful dreams about u all night, always thinking about u. u are so perfect in every way! Love u so much, can't wait to see u at school!"
"Aww, he's such a sweet boyfriend," she said as she swiped past the messages to open the camera and snap a picture of her panties for Brad.
A huge smile crawled across her face as she read his reply. "Nice. Victoria really knows a good style for you. Gonna have to see a pic of you modeling each one before I decide. You know the drill - front and back." He knew just how to make her tingle. She quickly did her make-up and then slipped into the panties to give him pics of each. He decided on the 'open for business' pair.
I probably don't need to mention the amount of gushing I poured out over her when I first stepped off the bus. Although, the wind was quite taken out of my sails when Brad snuck up behind me, licked his finger, then jammed it far down my ear, giving me a 'wet-willy' while I was mid-conversation with Vanessa. "Ew, what the heck!" I covered my ear with my hand, trying to get the gross wetness out of my ear canal.
Brad just laughed and yelled "got you, loser!", and I saw Vanessa cover her mouth to stifle a giggle.
"What is wrong with you!" I yelled angrily, but just laughed and told me to lighten up because it was a joke. He then shoved me aside and caused me to stumble a few feet, still leaned over rubbing my ear. "So are you still 'open for business?'" He asked my girlfriend, raising his eyebrows and eyeing towards her skirt.
"I dunno... You tell me?" And she turned around, bent ever so slightly forward, and then lifted up her white skirt to let Brad read the writing on the back of her panties. 'open for business.'
"Good girl," he snickered and then turned to me, opening his mouth and shoving his tongue under his bottom lip before walking into the school with his chin held high. That jerk had gotten more blowjobs from my girlfriend over the last few days than I would probably ever get in my entire life.
"Ugh! Why did you show him your panties, and what did he mean, 'open for business?'"
"Oh don't worry about it, it's just an inside joke. And, he wanted to see the panties that we went shopping for Sunday. You already got to see a lot of them, so it
only seems fair he sees a pair too." I didn't like the way her voice sounded. It was like she was more dismissive of me than anything else.
"Okay," I softened my tone, "but you could have warned me he was going to give me a wet willy. He's such a jerk."
"Oh, he's not so bad," she replied, flicking her long blonde hair behind her shoulder. "And I know how you two are always playing around, so I didn't want to interfere."
"Okay, I'm sorry." As the words left my lips, I began wondering what I had just apologized for. Her face softened and her smile returned.
"That's okay. Now, what were we talking about? I think you were saying how much you liked my outfit?"
"Oh yes, you look so gorgeous! I am such a lucky guy to be your boyfriend!"
Her smile widened and I continued to compliment her lavishly, before finally asking sheepishly, "I... Don't guess I could get a look at your panties, too? Like Brad did?"
Vanessa laughed out loud. "That's what I love about you, you are so funny!" She grabbed my arm, leading me towards class without showing me her panties. I still felt the gross warm wetness in my ear. I didn't get the joke.
I didn't get a chance to see Vanessa again until that afternoon when we had lunch together. We were one of the first ones through the lunch line and got a seat right near the front of the cafeteria. I welcomed the alone time with her and loved all the attention she gave me as she spoke on and on about how great the cheerleader and football teams were, while the line of guys and girls formed up behind her to get food.
While we were talking, Scott and Toby walked up behind her. Something seemed suspicious. It looked like Scott was hiding something in his hand. "Hey Vanessa, I think the weight room is getting dusty, you might have to clean it again today," Toby said with a snicker. As usual, the guys didn't even acknowledge me. It was like I was completely invisible to them whenever Vanessa and I were talking. I just sat there quiet, angry that he interrupted me mid-sentence. Jealous that Vanessa quickly turned her attention to him.
"Haha, NO, Toby," Vanessa answered loudly, completely aware of the implication that she would have to take her top off to clean it. I was completely lost, not that it mattered. I was still sitting there quietly as if I didn't exist.
I saw Scott bend down behind her. I didn't realize it, but Vanessa was sitting on the stool with the bottom of her skirt hanging off behind it. She tried to sit on her skirt, but it was so short that any amount of moving or wiggling on the school caused it to fall down behind her without her noticing. Scott had ceased the opportunity to put a piece of tape on the bottom of her skirt and lifted it up to the back of her shirt.
"Haha, okay fine, tomorrow then," he said, rubbing her back and sealing her skirt to the back of her green top. "Maybe you should bring milksop to clean the toilets again. I think there are some more stains he needs to work out.
Scott and Toby walked away with a laugh, and Vanessa turned me to continue her story, commenting on how funny Toby was.
As she continued talking, I noticed everyone in the line started nudging each other and pointing towards the back of my girlfriend. I didn't know what they were snickering and whispering about, but I knew it couldn't be good. "Did they put a note on her back? Probably, they can be so juvenile." I thought to myself, trying to ignore it as I listened to my girlfriend talk.
Of course, what they were all staring and laughing at was the back of her exposed panties. She was sitting on the stool with her skirt taped to the back of her shirt and the letters "open for business" were written across the back of the slutty panties, visible for all to see. All except for me of course, who was sitting across from her listening to her talk.
She was so lively, telling me about something funny one of the students had done in her class, giggling and bouncing excitedly as she told me the funny story. Meanwhile, almost every other guy and girl in the cafeteria were laughing, pointing, and whispering. "What a slut," the girls said in disgust.
"Yea, but a hot slut! Open for business? I wonder what three quarters would get me."
"Haha, I bet it'd be enough for a blowjob. I heard she's cheating on milksop with the entire football team."
The schoolboys and girls continued laughing and joking, but there was one girl who wasn't laughing at all: Bethany. She was sitting quietly at the edge of a table, her mind a thousand miles away when the cheerleaders once again surrounded her. The frumpy brunette had been dreading the encounter all day and had come close to throwing the flash drive away dozens of times. But, it would have been silly of her. She'd already done the hard part. Besides, she knew that she needed a group of close friends like the cheerleaders now more than ever. Deep down, she knew she was pregnant.
"Hey, you little slut, got something for us?" Victoria asked, sitting down across from the girl. Bethany cringed as the word 'slut' felt true now more than ever. "Umm..." Bethany couldn't look up from her food tray. She hadn't been able to eat a bite.
"Umm? You hear that girls, umm?" The girls began giggling and Bethany sunk down. "I mean... Yes," she answered shyly.
"So? Where is it?" Victoria asked impatiently.
"It's... Here..." Bethany showed it, but didn't hand it over. She felt suddenly shy and scared. Maybe she shouldn't. "What are you going to do with it?" She asked worridly.
"Leak it," Victoria answered matter-of-factly. Bethany's eyes widened.
Victoria put her worries to rest. "Listen. Once I've hinted to the guys that there's a girl in school who a sex tape, they'll begin burning with curiosity. They're like a bunch of stupid apes. All I'll have to do is share a few screenshots, and soon they'll be begging to know more. You're going to be more popular than you can imagine. You won't be the shy dorky math nerd, you'll be this quiet girl with a secret wild side who's just too cool to care what those idiots think. Soon they'll all want to be the ones to say they know you. Then, when they see you hanging with us, it's game over."
Bethany played it out in her head, her imagination going wild with the fantasy. Victoria was so confident and sure, Bethany felt like the cheerleader really knew her stuff.
Claire whispered in her ear, "Trust me, you have no idea what it's like to be popular. Every time you enter a room, every single person hopes you'll sit by them. All the guys do as you say."
"Okay, but it's kind of... Crude," Bethany hesitated, unsure what word to use.
"Ooo, good! That makes it even hotter. I knew you had a secret wild side," Victoria purred. The blonde goddess held out her palm.
Bethany placed it into the cheerleader's hand. It was snatched up and quickly disappeared into her purse, zipped closed and out of sight.
"Ahem. Now, the cheat sheet?" Victoria asked, changing topics quickly.
"Yes, I wrote down the answers," the poor girl handed the paper to Victoria, who quickly stashed it into her purse.
"Perfect."
"Umm, there's one more thing," Bethany asked hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"That guy... Where does he go to school? I didn't get his name, and... I think he..." Her voice quit. She couldn't say the words. Just whispering them might make them true.
"What?" Victoria asked, sensing it was something juicy and leaning in closer.
Bethany whispered... "He didn't use a condom, and..."
"Oh my gosh... You let him shoot his load inside you, didn't you?"
Bethany nodded her head, almost breaking into a cry.
Victoria laughed, pleased. "I knew you had a wild side!"
"Please... What was his name?"
"Oh. His name. Hmm... I don't think he goes to school around her. In fact, I don't even think he lives around here. Claire, didn't you say you met him at a bus stop or something?"
"At the train station, actually. The one by the mall. I just met him yesterday."
Bethany's eyes widened. "You... Don't even know his name?"
"Nope, no clue," Claire answered matter-of-factly.
"Sorry. Well, see ya!" Victoria stood, tapping her purse where the cheat sheet and flash drive were stored. Bethany's stomach turned, as the vicious cheerleaders left once again. Soon, the video would be uploaded to a dozen porn sites, and every boy in the school would have a full, uncensored copy of Bethany getting stretched open and impregnated. The poor girl was fucked.
Chapter 19: Bethany's sex tape
Lots of people don't get pregnant from receiving a single cumload. That's what Bethany kept repeating to herself as she dressed for school. Her ass felt painful and sore and she couldn't stop thinking about the events of the previous evening. Letting the young guy into her house, letting him fuck her in any position he wanted and use her pussy to dump his load. She had the video on a memory stick in her purse. She didn't dare watch it herself.
When she arrived at her math class first thing in the morning, her mind wouldn't stop thinking about the big dick that had penetrated her again and again.
"Good morning students, take your seats. Quiet down now," the old, ugly math teacher said to her students. "Everyone is to write their name on both sheets of scratch paper, as well as the top of the exam before you begin." She began walking around the room, placing the math test on all the student's desk. Bethany clutched the scratch paper that she'd be writing down all the answers for and giving them to her new 'friend' Victoria. Bethany had never cheated a day in her life. Everything about her felt wrong this morning.
"I know you're going to do great," Miss White whispered as she placed the exam on Bethany's desk. Bethany was the start of the advanced math class and one of White's favorite and most trusted students. Even with the thoughts of the older guy stretching her ass out with his fingers and violating her intimate body parts, Bethany was still able to complete the exam with ease. Math was all logic and it was easy for her to solve even while in such an emotional state.
Every time she wrote down an answer, she copied the correct answer on the scratch paper. As usual, she finished with plenty of time to spare.
"Finished," Bethany whispered, placing the exam on Miss White's desk. The teacher gave her a proud smile before looking back down at her book, allowing Bethany to palm the folded up piece of scratch paper before returning to her desk. She felt awful, but at least the hard part was done. She had done everything the Queen Cheerleader had asked. Now she just had to hand over the cheat sheet, the flash drive with the sex video, and then wait for Victoria to help her become super popular.
Unlike Bethany, Vanessa had woken up in quite a good mood. She had received lots of compliments on her new fake blonde hair at school yesterday that her self-confidence was soaring. Brad had also enjoyed it - so much so, in fact, that he told her he wanted another pair of her panties after his blowjob today. The thought made her glow. Something about the way he bossed her around made her feel so feminine and giddy.
She had never been a very 'girly' girl. Sure, she'd always had a boyfriend and was never a 'tomboy' kind of girl, but she was also not the kind of girl to wear high-heels or dyed blonde hair. Until Now. Her new ultra-stylish panties, skirts, and short-cut crop tops, wearing high-heels everywhere (even around the house), her fake hair and red lipstick - plus, the way Brad and the other football players treated her - she was starting to feel more stylish than ever before. She even started blowing kissy faces in the mirror, thinking if Collagen injections would actually make her face look prettier.
Of course, she was loving all the positive feedback she'd been getting at school, too. Not only from the cheerleaders but from the all the guys too - mostly the football players.
Sure, they still teased her and gave her a hard time: Scott making her show her tits every time she entered the field house, Toby joking about how she should crawl under the desk and 'get stuck' once again, or the numerous times that one of the guys would pop her behind with their towel whenever she was bent over scrubbing the floor. Some of the guys even called her 'ping-pong player,' a joke referring to the ping pall ball that she'd gotten stuck up her skirt. The five guys who had been in the gym when she was cleaning it topless started calling her bunny, on the account of how she'd jumped up and down like a bunny trying to catch her shirt as they tossed it over her head.
The name caught on, and soon all the football players referred to her as the 'locker room bunny' or 'lil play bunny.' Vanessa found the nickname cute and endearing, even though they did sometimes use it to be a bit degrading. Like when she was down on her knees sopping up a guy's shower water off the floor, Scott sat down in front of her with his legs spread. "Hey lil locker room bunny, while you're down there, mind taking care of this for me?" and he lifted his towel, exposing his dick to her.
A month ago she would have been appalled and slapped him, but now she looked up at him, smiled, and said her rehearsed line: "Mmm you have a big, gorgeous dick!" 'pop!' she felt another guy's towel pop her ass, making her squeal. The whole situation was amplified by the slutty, trashy clothes and tall heels she wore.
To top it all off, Tom made lots of cruel taunts about how the weight room was looking dusty, and she might have to 'say the password' and start dusting it - a flirty implication that she'd have to take her top off for them again. He'd usually motion his hands like two big breasts, causing her to push his hands down playfully, embarrassed that some of the other guys would notice the motion and begin asking her questions.
Even though the jokes were very sexual and inappropriate, she reminded herself that "that's just how those guys are." They were a rough bunch of football players at the horny age of 18, so of course, they were going to make lewd jokes about her. She reminded herself that they were just harmless fun and nothing there was wrong with a little flirting. She'd actually come to enjoy the attention. It flattered her and made her feel fun, carefree and adventurous.
Still, it was all harmless fun. She would never cheat on me, not really. It was all just a little fun flirting, nothing serious. Besides the daily blowjobs that she was giving to Brad, of course. But she didn't really consider blowjobs as cheating. It was just her mouth, and that didn't count as *real* sex. I'd even told her that myself. She smiled, reminding herself that she wasn't doing anything wrong.
She did worry a little that I would become jealous if I found out about all the sexy flirting she did with the guys - especially the fact that Scott go to see her tits basically whenever he wanted, and I had yet to have even a single peek - and she decided that it would probably be better for everyone if I didn't find out, since I might not understand.
She smiled as she picked out her pair of panties to wear for Brad. She considered wearing the pair that said 'Blowjob Queen,' but decided to save those for a more special occasion. She finally narrowed the choice down to two pairs: the sexy, v-shaped, ultra-thin red 'tanga' panties, or the panties that said 'open for business.' She thought the tanga ones were sexier, but the ones with writing might be more fun for Brad to read later. A little reminder that she was 'open for business' to him.
She'd also have to wear a skirt to go with it and decided on a white pleated mini-skirt. Of course, the skirt didn't go down past the half-way point of her thighs. She picked out a green halter top that left her shoulders exposed, and a pair of gold high heels to complete the outfit. She looked more like she was going to a nightclub than to school.
She then laid out two pairs of panties on her bed and took out her phone to snap a pic. She swiped through the morning messages I'd sent her: "good morning gorgeous angel, had wonderful dreams about u all night, always thinking about u. u are so perfect in every way! Love u so much, can't wait to see u at school!"
"Aww, he's such a sweet boyfriend," she said as she swiped past the messages to open the camera and snap a picture of her panties for Brad.
A huge smile crawled across her face as she read his reply. "Nice. Victoria really knows a good style for you. Gonna have to see a pic of you modeling each one before I decide. You know the drill - front and back." He knew just how to make her tingle. She quickly did her make-up and then slipped into the panties to give him pics of each. He decided on the 'open for business' pair.
I probably don't need to mention the amount of gushing I poured out over her when I first stepped off the bus. Although, the wind was quite taken out of my sails when Brad snuck up behind me, licked his finger, then jammed it far down my ear, giving me a 'wet-willy' while I was mid-conversation with Vanessa. "Ew, what the heck!" I covered my ear with my hand, trying to get the gross wetness out of my ear canal.
Brad just laughed and yelled "got you, loser!", and I saw Vanessa cover her mouth to stifle a giggle.
"What is wrong with you!" I yelled angrily, but just laughed and told me to lighten up because it was a joke. He then shoved me aside and caused me to stumble a few feet, still leaned over rubbing my ear. "So are you still 'open for business?'" He asked my girlfriend, raising his eyebrows and eyeing towards her skirt.
"I dunno... You tell me?" And she turned around, bent ever so slightly forward, and then lifted up her white skirt to let Brad read the writing on the back of her panties. 'open for business.'
"Good girl," he snickered and then turned to me, opening his mouth and shoving his tongue under his bottom lip before walking into the school with his chin held high. That jerk had gotten more blowjobs from my girlfriend over the last few days than I would probably ever get in my entire life.
"Ugh! Why did you show him your panties, and what did he mean, 'open for business?'"
"Oh don't worry about it, it's just an inside joke. And, he wanted to see the panties that we went shopping for Sunday. You already got to see a lot of them, so it
only seems fair he sees a pair too." I didn't like the way her voice sounded. It was like she was more dismissive of me than anything else.
"Okay," I softened my tone, "but you could have warned me he was going to give me a wet willy. He's such a jerk."
"Oh, he's not so bad," she replied, flicking her long blonde hair behind her shoulder. "And I know how you two are always playing around, so I didn't want to interfere."
"Okay, I'm sorry." As the words left my lips, I began wondering what I had just apologized for. Her face softened and her smile returned.
"That's okay. Now, what were we talking about? I think you were saying how much you liked my outfit?"
"Oh yes, you look so gorgeous! I am such a lucky guy to be your boyfriend!"
Her smile widened and I continued to compliment her lavishly, before finally asking sheepishly, "I... Don't guess I could get a look at your panties, too? Like Brad did?"
Vanessa laughed out loud. "That's what I love about you, you are so funny!" She grabbed my arm, leading me towards class without showing me her panties. I still felt the gross warm wetness in my ear. I didn't get the joke.
I didn't get a chance to see Vanessa again until that afternoon when we had lunch together. We were one of the first ones through the lunch line and got a seat right near the front of the cafeteria. I welcomed the alone time with her and loved all the attention she gave me as she spoke on and on about how great the cheerleader and football teams were, while the line of guys and girls formed up behind her to get food.
While we were talking, Scott and Toby walked up behind her. Something seemed suspicious. It looked like Scott was hiding something in his hand. "Hey Vanessa, I think the weight room is getting dusty, you might have to clean it again today," Toby said with a snicker. As usual, the guys didn't even acknowledge me. It was like I was completely invisible to them whenever Vanessa and I were talking. I just sat there quiet, angry that he interrupted me mid-sentence. Jealous that Vanessa quickly turned her attention to him.
"Haha, NO, Toby," Vanessa answered loudly, completely aware of the implication that she would have to take her top off to clean it. I was completely lost, not that it mattered. I was still sitting there quietly as if I didn't exist.
I saw Scott bend down behind her. I didn't realize it, but Vanessa was sitting on the stool with the bottom of her skirt hanging off behind it. She tried to sit on her skirt, but it was so short that any amount of moving or wiggling on the school caused it to fall down behind her without her noticing. Scott had ceased the opportunity to put a piece of tape on the bottom of her skirt and lifted it up to the back of her shirt.
"Haha, okay fine, tomorrow then," he said, rubbing her back and sealing her skirt to the back of her green top. "Maybe you should bring milksop to clean the toilets again. I think there are some more stains he needs to work out.
Scott and Toby walked away with a laugh, and Vanessa turned me to continue her story, commenting on how funny Toby was.
As she continued talking, I noticed everyone in the line started nudging each other and pointing towards the back of my girlfriend. I didn't know what they were snickering and whispering about, but I knew it couldn't be good. "Did they put a note on her back? Probably, they can be so juvenile." I thought to myself, trying to ignore it as I listened to my girlfriend talk.
Of course, what they were all staring and laughing at was the back of her exposed panties. She was sitting on the stool with her skirt taped to the back of her shirt and the letters "open for business" were written across the back of the slutty panties, visible for all to see. All except for me of course, who was sitting across from her listening to her talk.
She was so lively, telling me about something funny one of the students had done in her class, giggling and bouncing excitedly as she told me the funny story. Meanwhile, almost every other guy and girl in the cafeteria were laughing, pointing, and whispering. "What a slut," the girls said in disgust.
"Yea, but a hot slut! Open for business? I wonder what three quarters would get me."
"Haha, I bet it'd be enough for a blowjob. I heard she's cheating on milksop with the entire football team."
The schoolboys and girls continued laughing and joking, but there was one girl who wasn't laughing at all: Bethany. She was sitting quietly at the edge of a table, her mind a thousand miles away when the cheerleaders once again surrounded her. The frumpy brunette had been dreading the encounter all day and had come close to throwing the flash drive away dozens of times. But, it would have been silly of her. She'd already done the hard part. Besides, she knew that she needed a group of close friends like the cheerleaders now more than ever. Deep down, she knew she was pregnant.
"Hey, you little slut, got something for us?" Victoria asked, sitting down across from the girl. Bethany cringed as the word 'slut' felt true now more than ever. "Umm..." Bethany couldn't look up from her food tray. She hadn't been able to eat a bite.
"Umm? You hear that girls, umm?" The girls began giggling and Bethany sunk down. "I mean... Yes," she answered shyly.
"So? Where is it?" Victoria asked impatiently.
"It's... Here..." Bethany showed it, but didn't hand it over. She felt suddenly shy and scared. Maybe she shouldn't. "What are you going to do with it?" She asked worridly.
"Leak it," Victoria answered matter-of-factly. Bethany's eyes widened.
Victoria put her worries to rest. "Listen. Once I've hinted to the guys that there's a girl in school who a sex tape, they'll begin burning with curiosity. They're like a bunch of stupid apes. All I'll have to do is share a few screenshots, and soon they'll be begging to know more. You're going to be more popular than you can imagine. You won't be the shy dorky math nerd, you'll be this quiet girl with a secret wild side who's just too cool to care what those idiots think. Soon they'll all want to be the ones to say they know you. Then, when they see you hanging with us, it's game over."
Bethany played it out in her head, her imagination going wild with the fantasy. Victoria was so confident and sure, Bethany felt like the cheerleader really knew her stuff.
Claire whispered in her ear, "Trust me, you have no idea what it's like to be popular. Every time you enter a room, every single person hopes you'll sit by them. All the guys do as you say."
"Okay, but it's kind of... Crude," Bethany hesitated, unsure what word to use.
"Ooo, good! That makes it even hotter. I knew you had a secret wild side," Victoria purred. The blonde goddess held out her palm.
Bethany placed it into the cheerleader's hand. It was snatched up and quickly disappeared into her purse, zipped closed and out of sight.
"Ahem. Now, the cheat sheet?" Victoria asked, changing topics quickly.
"Yes, I wrote down the answers," the poor girl handed the paper to Victoria, who quickly stashed it into her purse.
"Perfect."
"Umm, there's one more thing," Bethany asked hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"That guy... Where does he go to school? I didn't get his name, and... I think he..." Her voice quit. She couldn't say the words. Just whispering them might make them true.
"What?" Victoria asked, sensing it was something juicy and leaning in closer.
Bethany whispered... "He didn't use a condom, and..."
"Oh my gosh... You let him shoot his load inside you, didn't you?"
Bethany nodded her head, almost breaking into a cry.
Victoria laughed, pleased. "I knew you had a wild side!"
"Please... What was his name?"
"Oh. His name. Hmm... I don't think he goes to school around her. In fact, I don't even think he lives around here. Claire, didn't you say you met him at a bus stop or something?"
"At the train station, actually. The one by the mall. I just met him yesterday."
Bethany's eyes widened. "You... Don't even know his name?"
"Nope, no clue," Claire answered matter-of-factly.
"Sorry. Well, see ya!" Victoria stood, tapping her purse where the cheat sheet and flash drive were stored. Bethany's stomach turned, as the vicious cheerleaders left once again. Soon, the video would be uploaded to a dozen porn sites, and every boy in the school would have a full, uncensored copy of Bethany getting stretched open and impregnated. The poor girl was fucked.