She heard a sound in front of her and looked up. The Schaefer brothers, mortified and confused, were turning to leave.
"Wait," she cried.
Frank turned and looked at her. Oh god, she thought, the Schaefers. She felt like crying as she regarded their obese bodies and vapid faces. Outwardly, however, she smiled her most seductive smile and - feeling like an absolute slut - gestured for the two brothers to come forward. Her left hand crept up and tweaked her nipple; an involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through her body.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…
"The Schaefer’s?" Karen burst out laughing. "That’s great. Just perfect."
"Not only that," Gary continued, "but I think that the younger one has fallen in love with her. He’s already asked her out for the weekend." He was lounging back in his seat with his feet up on his desk beside his computer.
"And?" The question came from Neil. He sat up beside Karen on Gary’s bed.
"Well, she accepted," Sharon answered. "For five dollars, of course." The four teenagers burst out laughing.
"Wouldn’t want them to think she was cheap, or anything like that."
They were relaxing in Gary’s bedroom, going over the updated database on Stacy’s "conquests" and entering new information. Gary had been forced to add a new category for repeat performances. At the top of the list was Tim Myers and Dennis Baxter, two guys from Stacy’s Recreation class; they had each fucked her sixteen times.
"But the best part," Sharon continued as the laughter died down, "was that he wanted to take her out in public; to a movie of something."
This brought fresh laughter.
"So what did she do?" Karen asked. The normally shy girl was beginning to feel more confident around these people. They were her friends.
"What could she do? She came on all seductive and told him how she would rather spend her time with him alone; in private, so they could have more fun. So, he ended up inviting him to his place for a little fun."
Another round of laughter.
"So what about the latest round of pictures?" Neil asked a few moments later. "The first set did pretty well. Any luck with the new ones."
Gary smiled crookedly. "Oh yes," he answered. "Cumshot magazine brought the entire series we shot with her sucking you off. You’re going to be famous; or at least your cock is going to be famous."
Neil was impressed. "Cool."
"How much?" Sharon asked.
"Six hundred," Gary answered. "Young Things also bought the set with her and the dildo. They’ll also be publishing the photos from the first set in this months' issue. That’s another $750 to split up. There’s a couple others as well."
Karen looked on unbelieving as Gary began to split up the money. She had only become involved in the group’s activities after the first set of pictures had been taken, and she had no idea they were making so much money.
"Uh… guys?" She had an idea. "Maybe we can get Ashley involved in this somehow. I could use some of that money."
Gary looked up at her. "Would she do it? Would she pose for pictures?"
Karen thought for a moment. "Well, it might take some convincing; particularly if she knows they’re going to be published…"
"Oh, don’t tell her that," Sharon interrupted. "Stacy doesn’t know. We got her to sign a release one night while she was high on Gary’s drugs. All she knows is that we’re taking the pictures for our own use."
A slow grin began to creep across Karen’s face. That was possible… and she sure could use the money. "I’ll see what I can do."
Gary nodded, and went back to counting the money. The four teenagers sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating their profits.
"So," Neil said eventually. "What’s this I hear about another football party?"
Stacy blew into the whistle, signalling the end of the Recreation class. At the "request" of a couple of her students (ie. Tim & Dennis) and with the subsequent "encouragement" of Sharon, she was dressed in an ultra-short tennis skirt which barely reached four inches below the bottom curves of her ass. She had been wearing this outfit to Rec class for the last few weeks, and the male contingent of the class had been enjoying the show, particularly when she had to bend down to pick up sports equipment. At first, she had been mortified, and flushed red every time she caught some of her students staring at her, but after a while she learned to ignore the attention, or, at least, live with it. It might not have been so bad if she had been allowed to wear panties.
The class dispersed and Stacy wandered into the office space set aside for the Rec instructors and began to prepare for Tim and Dennis’s inevitable visit. She had been fucking and sucking them the both of them weekly ever since first term. Closing the door behind her, Stacy walked quickly to her bag and pulled out a thermos. She did not want to be caught before she could drug herself with Gary’s mixture. She knew it made her act like a slut, but what else could she do? Sex without the drugs was painful and humiliating; the drugs at least took care of the pain.
Stacy opened the thermos and took a drink, grimacing at the taste. Beer! She hated beer. During the last couple of months, Gary had, for some reason, been varying the type of alcohol in which he mixed the drugs. At first, it had always been scotch whisky, but lately he had gone through vodka, gin, wine and now beer. Stacy had wanted to ask why, but was too scared. Of her three tormentors, Gary was by far the scariest. Sharon was a sadistic bitch and thoroughly enjoyed dominating Stacy and Neil was constantly forcing her to have sex with him, but there was something weird about Gary. Something dangerous. It was best just to do what he said and not ask questions.
She took another swallow of the beer and sat down on the desk as the drugs began to take their desired effect. Slowly, but inevitably, she felt the now familiar fog gradually envelop her brain, disassociating herself from her body. Just as inevitably, she felt the warm tingling begin in her groin and then spread steadily upwards into her breasts. One more drink and then she put the top back on the thermos; it was already over half empty, and she still had a session with the Schaefer brothers later that afternoon. Normally she wasn’t worried about running out, but it had been a busy day; Pat Saunders had fucked her up the ass in the woods out behind the playing field on the way to school that morning, and Neil had forced her to give him a blow job under a desk in the Study Hall over lunch. Neither had counted. Just as Tim and Dennis wouldn’t count. Just as the Schaefer’s wouldn’t count.
The feelings of arousal began to increase. She looked over at the clock, impatient. What was keeping them? If they didn’t come soon, she would be late for the Schaefers. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through her body at the thought of the two obese brothers. They were disgustingly fat and stupid, but they could sure fuck! Stacy hung her head in shame as she remembered her slutty behaviour at their place last weekend, but she couldn’t help it. She was still being blackmailed by Gary and his friends, and it was the drugs which made it possible for her to carry out her orders. She couldn’t help it if she was turning into a slut. But the Schaefers…
Stacy glanced back up at the clock. Still no sign of the boys. She reached down, hiked up her short skirt and began to rub her fingers over her bare pussy…