Brianne turned and slapped him across the face—she recognized him just before her hand connected, allowing barely enough time to slow up and just lightly thump him. Still, she hastily kissed his cheek and uttered a stream of apologies. “Damn, girl, I thought you’d be happier to see me,” he teased.
“I am, I am! I didn’t know who you were—Lauren said you weren’t coming home!”
“I know—I changed my mind, and I thought it’d be fun to surprise you. But I’ve been wrong before,” he said, rubbing his cheek teasingly.
“Don’t be such a baby. Anyway, I’m glad your back. I missed you since last time you were around.”
“I know. That pussy of yours was dripping wet in every picture you sent me where I could see it, ya little slut.”
“DJ!” she said, blushing a little as the hefty woman frowned at the young couple.
“And now, I’m here to give it the fucking it desperately needs.”
She stepped up close to him, lowering her voice to a hiss. “Shhh—you’re gonna get me in trouble!”
“Somehow I doubt that.” He slid his hands down to cup her butt, squeezing softly.
“Did you, um, bring anyone home with you this time?” she asked, too casually.
“Anyone? You mean like, say, Brittney?” DJ replied, grinning. “Nah, she’s with her own family.”
“Oh.” Her disappointment was obvious. “Yeah, that’s cool. Good for her. People should be with loved ones on holidays, after all.”
“I know you were hoping to have some fun with her. I’m sure she’ll be disappointed too.” After reading her journal, he had no doubt. He’d thought Brittney actually had a fairly tame sex drive up until reading that steamy little piece.
“Did you, um, show her any of the pictures?”
“I did. Don’t tell Lauren though—she thinks that’s my own personal spank bank.”
“So like, what did she, you know, think?”
DJ whispered into her ear. “She said she wanted to sink her teeth into your ass the next chance she got.”
Brianne shivered in her arms. “Well then. It’s really too bad she couldn’t come. We could’ve had fun.”
“We still can.” She squirmed a little; he hadn’t forgotten that she leaned heavily towards the lesbian end of the bi spectrum. “In fact—I was going to offer you a chance to fool around with any woman you want. Right here, right now.”
Pink Spandex harrumphed. “Well I never.”
“Starting with her,” DJ said. Brianne playfully swatted him, laughing. The woman paused; she’d been clearly leaving the area, but evidently she thought she’d better stay and tolerate whatever he might want from her. He waved her away with an amused chuckle.
Brianne laughed as the woman shuffled away. “You really think highly of yourself that you can have your pick of any woman here—and in a threesome, no less.”
“Well when I have a prize like this to offer up,” he said, squeezing her tush, “I can’t help but get cocky. Come on—look around. This place is crawling with babes trying to shed the holiday poundage. Bound to be someone you’ve had your eye on.”
“It’s tempting to pick somebody totally out of your league, just to watch you flounder,” she said.
“Do it then. Who do you think is so ‘out of my league’ around here?”
“I guess it’s partially our fault—me and Jody and Lauren—that you got so cocky. I’m going to consider it a mitzvah to help take you back down a few pegs. You need to hear somebody say no to you.”
“Don’t count me out just yet.”
She chuckled. “Suit yourself, stud.” She took his hand and began combing the premises. She eyed a few candidates in particular; the first was a blonde with legs practically up to her elbows leading a pilates class. Then she caught sight of a Latina girl she said she went to school with, then subsequently dismissed her as they’d been in a feud a couple years back, and it wouldn’t be fun to mess with a girl who didn’t like her, even if DJ could pull it off.
He didn’t point out how many girls who had no interest in him he’d been with; let her keep her illusions.
“There,” she said finally. “There. That’s the one.”
DJ looked where she was pointing—it took him a moment to recognize her, as she was all the way across the gym and he’d never known her that well to begin with except by reputation, but there she was.
Taylor Strehan.
“No offense, but I’ve already had her.”
“Oh, I know you have. The whole school knows—maybe the whole town.”
“I thought the whole point here was to challenge me—if I’ve already had sex with her, doesn’t that by definition make her in my league?”
“First off, she hates your guts. Yours and Lauren’s. You totally destroyed her reputation—even without that video getting out, everybody knows it was taken. Max Nicotero offered a thousand bucks for a copy of it. And then there was the party after, and… yeah, nobody’s forgetting that.”
“Except me… I was pretty lit. Anyway, what’s second off?”
“Second, maybe you fucked her, and Lauren fucked her, and half a dozen cheerleaders fucked her—but I didn’t fuck her. So either I get to watch you get socked in the face for the second time today, or I get to screw one of the hottest girls in school. Win win.”
“Man, what is it with you and my face getting smacked?”
“Should’ve brought Brittney,” she smirked. “Now go on—or admit you’re a chickenshit.”
“Fine. Wait for us by the locker room.”
“Aw, but I wanna watch her give you a real smack in the face.”
“You’ll get a show, I promise.”
Brianne pouted, but what was the point in arguing with DJ? She was going to give in to him no matter what he wanted, after all.
“Hi there—Taylor, right?” DJ said as he approached her a couple minutes later, his new trinket in hand.
She turned, recognizing him instantly. “You.” Her face darkened like a thundercloud just before the storm.
“Yep, me. Say, I was wondering if you wanna come have a threesome with me and Brianne. You know her, right? Lauren’s friend?”
She sneered. “That fucking dyke bitch on the cross country team? Ya, I know her.”
“Now let’s clear the air a bit, Taylor. I realize I was… well, kind of harsh on you the last time we met. I hadn’t really meant to let things get so far out of hand.”
“Apology not accepted.” She tried to step past him, but he stalled her with a gentle on her hip. It took next to no pressure; she caved to it instantly.
“I wasn’t apologizing, actually. The thing is, I also know you’re a bully, and you get off on pushing around every girl in school. I’ve heard stories for years from Lauren and her friends on the squad. I remember Lauren having to console Martina Gonzales because you called her a fat hair-lipped toad while she was in the middle of asking a guy to the turnabout dance.”
“I don’t remember doing that.”
“No doubt—I’m sure such trivial events are too common for you to recall. Anyway, my point is this. You’re a bitch, but Brianne thinks you’re cute and I’m going to give you to her. And to me, I guess, to be honest. So you can either play along, be nice, have some fun with it, and we’ll be nice back. Or…”
DJ reached into his pocket and pulled out the bit of string he’d taken from a nearby office. It had a loop tied at the end, and it was impossible to mistake for anything but what it was.