The White College Cheerleader And The Two Black Girls

A WHITE CHEERLEADER AND TWO BLACK GIRLS

 

PART II …………

 

 CHAPTER II 

 

FACT#2  The first day of school both Connie and Megan heard Jessica crying in the shower. Connie said, “First she was in the shower for a long time and we could hear her crying and the shower running, and like about ten minutes later we hear her scream and then scream again and start to cry and we banged on the door and asked her if she was ok and like all she said was, ‘oh, I’m fine, the water just was too hot, thanks’. And later we hear Samantha and Vivian yelling and we left.”

 

Chapter 2

 

     Jessica stood there in the shower room of the girls dorm on US* campus on the first day of school, naked, dripping sweat and water, shaking, scared, with her slender white fingers wrapped around the shower rod over her head, arms stretched out, legs spread wide, clothespins on her nipples and the words “JESSICA – WHITE – BITCH -  SLUT”written across her back with lipstick. 

           And for Jessica to think maybe she could have stopped Samantha if she tried, maybe she could have avoided the whole situation. There were whole minutes that she could have run out of the room, screaming for help, or just ran out to return for her stuff with her friends until another room could be found. But no, she had let herself get herself into this situation. And that revelation, that final realization struck her harder than anything else. She could have stopped it but she did not. And then the tears started again, harder than before.

And to make it worse she had to try to silence herself. If she could just scream out, if she could just cry out loudly, let out a good sob and get it out maybe she could clear her head, and deal with it. Abused, humiliated was torture in itself but to have to keep herself silent, that was a torture all to itself. In the swirling steam with Connie only a few inches away from her, chatting on the phone to John, no, she could not make a sound.

And her nipple hurt, God how they would hurt by then. And as long as Samantha was still on the phone, maybe she could get a little rest from the agony. So she slowly reached down, and with her shaking fingers of her right hand, took the clothespin off her lift nipple. But to those unaccustomed to this form of torment would not expect or know or even prepare for the immediate and intense flash of pain to come. Because the blood rushes back into the poor nipple, flaring all the nerves back to life, and she screamed, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhaaaaa’.

“What the fuck!”Samantha yelled.

“Aaaahhhhhhh”, and in that moment of panic, Jessica put it back on her nipple, then she screamed again, “AAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Jessica, are you OK!”Connie shouted as she knocked on the door.

“I’M OK, ……I…just turned…on the hot water…I’m ok…”

The door swings open, and Samantha stood there, with the cell phone in her hand, “What the fuck are you doing. Here! Say hello!”, and the thrust the cell phone next to her ear. “Say hello, yo’ stupid bitch!”

“I…I…I…” And then Jessica heard Vivian, “Who the fuck is this? Is that you Jess?”

“Yes…it is…”, is all she could say.

“You are in some trouble you stupid fat bitch. Give the phone back to Sam”.

“She…wants to talk to you”, Jessica said.

“Yes, oh yes, I promise…”, Samantha said and glared down at Jessica, and with that she shut the door.

The minutes ticked away and until Jessica heard a knock at the dorm door, heard Samantha opened it, and heard the sound of heels clicking on the bare floor. They stopped right outside the bathroom door. Then there was a knock……BANG…BANG…BANG…!

“Get your fucking white pig ass out here, NOW!”Vivian shouted.

It was loud enough to be heard through the doors and walls and Jessica knew if she hesitated then she would shout it again but louder. The fear of that alone drove her to action.

She loosened her grip on the shower rod and let her arms fall to her sides for the first time in what seemed like hours. With it came the rush of blood back to the arms, also back to her tits and nipples. “God they hurt”, she thought to herself. By now the steam had dispersed from most of the small bathroom, and weather or not she wished it, Jessica would soon be standing there naked, in front of those two vengeful black girls.

How could she turn?  How could she face them? Looking as she did? Like some kind of animal, some kind of s/m freak? How could she ever explain it?

She tried to cover herself, to cover her nakedness, bit it was not good. Her arms just did not want to respond to her commands.

“What a fucking ugly bitch! Sam, are you sure you got the right white girl? I know they all look the same, fucking blonde sluts. Are you sure that is really her? She’s such a pround! Such a cocky bitch! Such a loud mouthed cunt! And what do we have here? Some crying pig in a shower? Here piggy…piggy…piggy!”Vivian taunted, and then that laugh. “Ha Ha Ha! Fucking cunt! Get your white pig ass out here NOW! Ha Ha Ha!” And Samantha joined in the chours, “Stupid bitch! Ha HA HA! Cum’on, get yo ass out here, NOW!”

Jessica walked slowly out of the bathroom. The steam curling around her, spilling up and out of the small room. She tried to raise her arms, to cover herself and her nakedness but she could not. Her arms were too tired from the time she had to hold onto the shower curtain, and they were almost numb and seemed to hang there uselessly at her sides. She didn’t even have the strength to cover her pussy.

And how they glared at her. (Deer hunting is a favorite pastime in Mississippi, well, so is teenage pregnancy and domestic abuse) And how Jessica felt that glare and something more, she felt like some kind of animal who had just been caught by hunters, a deer perhaps. And how the hunters would look down at their quarry seemed to Jessica the exact way Samantha and Vivian looked down at her now, triumphant and supreme.

Jessica kept her eyes down, looking at the floor. She could feel their stares, so much so that she did not even have to look at their faces. She could feel it. And her own humility and utter embarrassment kept her from looking up at them. She tried to say something but the words would not form on her stammering and trembling lips. “P…p…ple…pleasssssse…”, is all she said before Samantha cut her off with a slap to her face. “Did I say speak?”She barked.

“I…I…I…(sob)…”is all Jessica could say.

“SLAP!”

“I asked yo’ a question!”Samantha yelled.

 “I…I…no…no…Sa…Samantha”, Jessica finally said.

“Now get your ugly white ass over there and say yo’is sorry!  NOW! Get down on yo’ knees and make it good!” Samantha ordered.

So Jessica had to walk over (about two feet) to Vivian, trying her best not to cry in front of her. Trying even though she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, the salt burning her eyes, her breathing coming faster and faster. The heat in her face as it flushed pink then a bright red. And she had to lower herself, lower herself in a humiliating way in front of the one girl she hates the most in the world, and get down on her own knees.

“click”..”flash”… went the camera. And Jessica had to turn and look up. It was a purely uncontrollable reaction to the sound and flash. She had a moment to see Samantha holding the camera, pointing it toward her and then “click”…”flash”. She took another picture of Jessica, this time looking up at the camera, her face very plainly seen, naked on her knees. She quickly turned her head, feeling even more shameful.

     “What an ugly cunt she is. And what are those? Huh? What the fuck are those tiny little things on your chest? OH PLEASE! HA! HA! HA! Are those little things your tits?”

     “Look at those fucking ugly little titties. What the fuck! Do white men like those? They are so small and ugly! Look at that shape!  Look at that color! Fucking ugly tits! Tell me they are ugly! Stupid fucking cunt! Tell me those tits are ugly!”

     “My…my…(Oh no)…my…tits…are…ugly…Vivian”, Jessica said.

     “Just ugly! NO! I SAID FUCKING UGLY TITS!”, Vivian yelled.

     “They…are…(shit)…fuck…fucking…ugly…tits…Vivian”, she replied.

     “Again”, Vivian ordered.

     “My…tits…are…fucking…ug…ugly…Viv…Vivian”, she replied.

     “And are they beautiful and big and brown like mine”, Vivian asked.

     “Oh…a…no…Viv…Vivian…my…tits…(God I hate you Vivian)…my…tits…are…ugly…”, she said.

     “Little ugly white tits!”, Vivian said.

     “Yes…my…(oh god, won’t someone knock on the door or something)…my…tits…are…little…white…ugly…tits!”, she finally spat out.

     “What about that fucking nasty ugly hairy cunt-of-a-hole you have!”, Vivian asked.

     “My…my…”, is all Jessica could say, this was all too much for her.

     “Your ugly hairy cunt-of-a-hole”, Vivian yelled.

     “I…I…can’t…I…oh…my…ugly…(Oh God, somebody please help me)…my…ugly…hairy…cunt…”, she said.

     “Cunt-of-a-hole!”, Vivian said.

     “My…ugly…cunt…of…a…a…(sob)…hole”, she finally managed to say.

     “She really is a stupid bitch, isn’t she”, Vivian said, looking over toward Samantha.

     “Now listen to me. I hate you!” and with that Vivian spat on Jessica. “And I hope to never see you again but we are on the same squad so I have to. But listen to me, stupid cunt, you stay out of my way and don’t ever, ever look at me. I don’t even want to be in the same room with you, not in the classrooms, not in the halls, not in the locker rooms, stay out of my way! You do what we say, when we say. And don’t piss us off or we will mail all these pics to everyone we know, teachers and parents. Understand me. I want a “Yes Vivian” or a “No Vivian”. Well…”.

     Feeling like an end to her ordeal was coming, Jessica willing obliged, “Oh…yes…Vivian…”.

     “Now I want an apology from you. NOW!”, Vivian ordered.  “Oh…God…Vivian…I…am…so…sorry…I…(sob)…am…so…so…(sob)…sorry”, she stuttered.

     Vivian stood there, arms on her hips, “Listen closely to me, you stupid cunt and listen real good. I will not say this again. I do not have time for your stupid shit right now, understand me? I have to go finish checking into my room! What do you say to me you fucking bloody stupid cunt!”

     “I …I…I am…s…soo…sorr… (sniff sniff)…sorry…Vivian”

     “Good stupid cunt! Now I had to stop unpacking my clothes, my clothes, not those shit rags you wear around campus, fucking slut! What do you say to me!”

     “I…I am…soo…(sniff sniff)…sooooo…sorry…Vivian.”

     “And what else, you stupid bloody white cunt!”

     “I…I…(oh god)…I…am…a…(sob)……Vivian.”

     “Wha, is that all, you stupid white cunt!”And Samantha slapping Jessica’s tit.

     “A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h”Jessica yelled, drowned out partially by the throbbing of the sub-woofer speaker. Partially drowned out by Destiny’s Child singing “Nasty Girl”.

     “Hush yo’mouth girl”, Samanth ordered and slapped her face, “SLAP!”.

     “I…I am…I am a …(oh god no)…stupid…(sniff)…white…(sniff)……(oh god no please no)…cunt”, and with that. The line had been crossed. She had spoken those words with her own mouth. She had called herself a cunt, a stupid white slut cunt. And with that came the next torrent of tears.    

   “I…(sniff)…I…(sniff)…can’t…take…(sniff)…any…more…Vi…Vi…Vivian”.

     And Samantha and Vivian just stood there, with their arms folded, looking down at her. Not speaking, not moving, not blinking, just staring at her with those deep brown eyes, staring at her like she was some kind of animal. But it was the not speaking part that bothered Jessica the most. It was their silence. Her heart hammered in her chest, then the thought, that rush (oh god, what if I did something to piss them off even more). But what was it?

     Then she would look at Samantha, not in the face, but still trying to read her expression.

     “P…p…le…plea…(sob)…please…”Jessica stammered, with no effect.

     Then she had to turn her attention to Vivian, trying to avoid her eyes. Who glared down at her even more hatefully than Samantha ever could.

     “Oh god…Vivian…(sob)…enough is o…(gasp)…oohhhhhh…Vivian…come..on

…enough…please…please…(sob)…”Jessica sobbed, finally, reduced to groveling for attention.

     Vivian looked at her watch. “I really do not have the time for this anymore. Sam dear, hand me one of those dirty pillows please. Now bitch, listen close to me, I am going to give you this to put over your face while you take those clothespins off. Go on now, I don’t have all day! Take them off. NOW!” 

     “Ooooo…th…th…thank…you…Vivian”, and then Jessica made the mistake of the day. She looked up and into Vivian’s eyes. They met. There was a moment of silence and then Jessica saw the transformation. Vivian’s eyes flared up with what can be best described as fire. She actually let her lip curl up and Jessica could see the whites of her teeth. And then the face, how it contorted before her like Bruce (“Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry) Banner into the Hulk, nothing but rage in the eyes.

     “WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAY YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!!!   HUH!!!   WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAY!!!   ARE YOU FUCKING DAFT!!!  IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR FUCKING HEAD!!!  DON’T EVER!!!  DON’T EVER LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE FUCKING PATHETIC FUCKING BLUE EYES!!!   EVER!!!  I DON’ T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING UGLY FACE!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!!  EVER AGAIN!!!  WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO YOU!!!  I REALLY DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKING UGLY CUNT!!! GIVE ME THAT FUCKING BRUSH!”