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STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
(PART ONE)
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story contains blackmail, non-consensual
sex, D&S, humiliation and all that sort of good stuff
(although, not in every instalment). This story is not
politically correct! If you do not enjoy reading about
this sort of thing, STOP NOW (before it is too late).
- This is the first part of a ten part series.
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Neil was the one to notice it: Stacy Richards cheating on an examination!
He nudged his friend Gary and pointed towards the front of the class.
"Check it out," he whispered.
Gary saw, but couldn't believe what he was seeing. Stacy Richards - the
ice-queen cock tease of the senior class at Greenwood High - was staring
intently at a slip of paper hidden on her desk under the exam. Just then,
Mr.Edgar, the teacher, coughed quietly and shifted position in his seat at the
front of the class. Stacy quickly pushed the cheat-sheet back under the exam
paper and looked up guiltily, her face flushing a pretty shade of red. If
Mr.Edgar had glanced over at her at that moment he would certainly have known
that something was wrong with her. But why would he be checking out Stacy
Richards, who had been getting straight A grades ever since she had begun
attending Greenwood High four years ago? Instead, he turned his attention to
Neil French and Gary Syms, who were the class trouble-makers: Neil with his
long, greasy hair and semi-stylish ripped clothes and Gary with his cynical,
cutting sense of geek humour. Sure enough, they were grinning and whispering
together at the back of the classroom rather than writing the exam.
"French... Syms," he called out, drawing himself laboriously out of his
chair and up to his rather unimpressive full hight, "Front of the class."
No longer smiling, the two boys got up and walked slowly forward, the
centre of attention, with everyone in the class looking up at them from their
exams. Neil noticed Stacy smirking at him with her typical, haughty sneer.
Bitch, he thought, we'll see who's laughing in a second.
"Mr.Edgar," he blurted as he reached the front of the room, "We saw..."
He was cut off by Gary elbowing him subtly, but stiffly, in the side. He
drew in a breath to continue speaking, but he was interrupted by the angry
teacher.
"You two have been nothing but trouble since you started this class in
September," Mr.Edgar announced, his full white moustache quivering with
indignation. "I can no longer allow you to disrupt this class with your
infantile jokes and games, particularly during exams."
Neil started to protest, but was again cut off by Mr.Edgar, who had worked
up a full head of steam.
"You have both failed this examination. You will apologise to the class
for the disruption, and then you will leave." He glared at the two boys. "Do
you understand?"
Both boys nodded a sullen 'yes'.
"Any further problems," the teacher finished his pronouncement of
sentence, "And you will be removed from this class permanently. Perhaps you
will be able to make up the course in summer school."
Gary didn't react, but Neil looked up in alarm. That was about the most
serious threat a teacher could make, short of outright expulsion. Bakersville
was a beach town in southern California, and summer was by far the best time of
the year, particularly for the teenagers. Being forced to waste the summer
months inside the stuffy high school while everyone else partied on the beach
was about the worst fate a teenager could suffer.
Apparently cowed, Neil and Gary turned around and stammered out an
embarrassed apology to the class. A few kids giggled - Neil noted that Stacy
was one of them - but most looked away, uncomfortable at the humiliation of
their fellow students. The two boys then filed out of classroom and into the
hallway.
*****
Stacy shrugged her blonde hair off her shoulder and looked back down at
the examination as the class returned to normal. Thank god those two geeks were
gone, she thought, and tried to put Neil and Gary from her mind. In her world,
there were "people" and there were "geeks", and Neil and Gary definitely fell
into the latter category. She wouldn't even have known their names except that
Neil had spent the better part of the first term of the previous year following
her about, and had even asked her out on a date. As if! She had refused in as
cruel a manner as she knew how (which was pretty cruel), and had later asked
Pete, her then boyfriend and captain of the football team, to beat Neil up,
just to warn him off. Pete had dutifully administered the beating, and Neil had
backed off. She had soon afterward broken up with Pete - he had lost his place
on the football team that spring - and had put the entire episode from her
mind.
Reluctantly, she turned her attention back to the exam. She frowned down
at the test, as if she could intimidate the answers off the written page.
Questions which had been easy for her a year ago now seemed impossibly hard.
Stacy was quite intelligent, and had always gotten almost perfect marks at
school, but lately the constant burden of socializing - cheerleading,
beachparties, student council etc. - had left her little time for schoolwork.
As a result, she had found herself approaching the first set of school exams of
her senior year completely unprepared. And if she did poorly or - unthinkable -
failed, she would loose her record of straight As, and would probably fail to
be elected Homecoming Queen, the goal toward which she had been working for the
last few years. Hence, she had decided to make a few crib notes to get her
through the first round of exams. After that, she told herself, she would get
back on track with the schoolwork.
Looking around to make certain she was unobserved, she pushed the exam
paper upwards to expose the notes she had written on the cheat-sheet...
*****
Neil smouldered with anger as walked down the hall with Gary. That had
been the perfect chance to get back at that bitch Stacy, and Gary had blown it
for him! Neil's thoughts lingered on Stacy as he grumbled to himself.
Stacy was one of those unattainable high school princesses who enjoyed
showing herself off, but didn't put out. With her shoulder-length blonde hair,
perfect face (large green eyes, pert nose and thick,pouty lips), and athlete's
body (she was a member of both the swim team and the track team), she was
easily the most beautiful girl in Greenwood, and every male student's dream.
But dream she remained for most. She moved exclusively in the highest high
school social circles, and only went out with sports stars and the like. Neil
had developed a crush on her earlier the previous year, and it wasn't until she
had sent that football jerk to beat him up that he got over her. The fact was,
she only noticed guys like Neil (and Gary, for that matter) when they bothered
her, and she had to put them off (or "...out of their misery..." as Neil had
once heard her laughingly remark to one of her friends).
The two boys left the school by the side entrance and began to walk across
the south parking lot. Finally, Neil could contain himself no longer.
"Why'd you shut me up in there?" he complained, "I had that bitch right
where I wanted her. I owe her."
Gary just smiled at this, making Neil uncomfortable. Where Neil was loud
and obnoxious, Gary was quiet and strange. Despite the fact that the two had
been friends for a number of years, Gary was still capable of unnerving his
larger friend with his strange smile and even stranger ideas.
"What's so funny?" Neil asked nervously.
"You're right," Gary answered quietly, "We do have her where we want her,
but not in the way you mean."
Neil was puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
"If you had told on her back in the classroom just now, Edgar might or
might not have believed you. Probably not; you know he doesn't like us. And if
not - if Stacy had managed to hide her cheating - we would have been kicked out
of the class for good, and been stuck in summer school. And even if he had
caught her, at most she would have failed the exam, if that. The teachers love
her. Then she would set her friends on us."
"But..." Neil began.
"You remember Pete."
Neil could only nod glumly in agreement, recalling the beating he had
suffered last year. Stacy had no shortage of friends on the football team.
"So," he said finally, "You said we had her where we wanted her."
"Yes, I did," Gary agreed.
"How?"
By now, the two boys had reached Gary's car, a large, black Pontiac. Gary
unlocked the doors before answering.
"If she's cheating now on a math test," he explained, "she must be in
trouble with her schoowork. She's always gotten top marks in math."
"Yeah?" Neil was still confused. "So?"
"So," Gary continued patiently, "It's a pretty safe bet she'll cheat
again. There's an English test coming up next week, and I don't think a little
cheat-sheet will be of much use to her. You have to have read the material." He
started up the car and began to pull out of the parking space. Neil thought
this over as Gary manouvered the vehicle out of the school parking lot and onto
the road.
"So," he asked finally, "What do we do about it?"
"I'll tell you when we get to Sharon's place," Gary answered, "We'll need
her for what I have in mind."
*****
Sharon was Gary's friend and sometime girlfriend. Neil was never really
sure about their relationship - he knew that they went out and that they
occasionally had sex, but he also knew that Sharon did the same with at least a
couple of other guys. Gary, however, didn't seem to mind, so Neil had decided
to take things at face value. He had even made something of a pass at Sharon at
a beach party last summer, but had been rebuffed. He was philosophical about
it; Sharon wasn't really his type anyway.
The girl in question appeared in the doorway, answering their knock. A
year younger than the two boys, Sharon was short and heavy, with large breasts
and curly, brown hair. Any suggestion of cuteness, however, was quickly
dispelled by her hard face and small, piggy (Neil thought) eyes. If there was
any beauty there, it was definitely in the eye of the beholder. She was smoking
a cigarette as she answered the door.
After a quick greeting (and an obligatory "hello" to Sharon's mother -
propped up, as usual, in front of the television), Sharon led the two boys down
to her basement bedroom, locking the door behind her (Sharon's parents were
"progressive", and felt that she needed her privacy). Neil accepted a cigarette
and flopped down into a chair while pulling a lighter from his jacket pocket.
Gary, who didn't smoke, just leaned up against the dresser. Sharon lay down on
the bed and propped herself up with a pillow.
"So," she asked, flicking some ash onto the dirty shag carpet, "What are
you guys doing here? I thought you had math with Edgar until 3:00."
Neil grimaced. "We did," he answered, "Until he kicked us out."
"What?"
Gary took over the explanation and outlined the sequence of events that
had led to their expulsion from the math class. Typically, Sharon immediately
blamed Stacy.
"That cunt!" she swore angrily, "Cheating on the test and getting you guys
kicked out. She's really asking for it."
"Yes, she is," Gary agreed quietly, "And I think I know how we can give it
to her."
"What do you mean?"
"We know she's cheating on her exams, right?"
Neil and Sharon nodded in agreement.
"I think that it's pretty likely she'll cheat again. I don't think that
she's had to do it before, so she's probably way behind in her work. The fact
that she's cheating - and that we know she's cheating - gives us a hold on her;
a way of blackmailing her, but we need more."
Neil thought this over for a few moments. "Like what?" he asked.
"First, we need concrete evidence of the cheating. No one is going to take
our word over Stacy's. That's where you come in, Sharon. Your dad lets you use
his video camera and radio - microphone. We'll use that to trap her."
"And then what?" Neil was starting to become excited at the prospect of
blackmailing Stacy.
Gary fell silent for a moment, looking at his two friends.
"How much," he asked finally, his voice strained and odd, "How much do you
hate her? I mean really. How much do you want to see her suffer?"
"Hey man," Neil answered uneasily, "I just want to get back at her for
putting me down last year. I don't want to, like, beat her up or anything."
"Well, I would," Sharon spat out. "I hate the bitch. Always flaunting
herself, and prancing about like she owns the whole fucking school. She
deserves whatever she gets. I'll do whatever you want to help get her."
Gary looked over a Neil, his eyebrows raised as if to ask 'are you in?'.
"Aw, fuck it," Neil said finally, "I hate the bitch as much as anybody.
I'm in all the way."
"Good," Gary nodded, "Cause when we're through with her, she'll be the
biggest slut in the history of Greenwood High."
*****
The English exam was being held the following Monday, only five days away,
so they had to move quickly. The first step was to get ahold of the exam
questions beforehand, a proposition which might have proved difficult but for
the advances in electronics technology which had culminated in the computer.
Exam papers were commonly written out on school computers and stored in the
school network, which allowed for "maximum flexibility within the school
bureaucracy regarding application of secretarial assets". Incidentally, it also
allowed someone with the appropriate equipment and skills to break into the
system and download the required information without leaving any traces of his
actions.
Gary, something of a hacker, had broken into the system a number of times
in the past with his home computer and modem and was quite familiar with both
the security measures and the layout of information within the network. In the
end, it took him all of about twenty minutes to download the appropriate exam
paper. Neil and Sharon were impressed.
"Jesus," she muttered, "I wish you'd told me about this before I failed my
fucking history test last year."
Gary just shook his head. "I don't think this is the kind of thing you
want to do too often. If I go in often enough, they'll figure out what's going
on. I was saving it for a special occasion." He looked up at his two friends
and grinned maliciously. "And I think this is it."
*****
Frustrated, Stacy slammed the book shut. The exam was coming up in just a
few days, and there was no way she was going to be ready. She had done her best
to catch up on the first two months' work in a couple of days, but it was
almost impossible for her even to get through the material in time for the
test, much less actually understand it. And there was impossible for her to
cheat on this exam the way she had in math. In that class, she had gotten away
with writing out a number of formulas and applications on crib notes, but that
just wouldn't work for an English test. There was too much material to read and
assimilate, and without knowing exactly what material the test was going to
focus on, she was forced to try to learn it all in just a few days: a daunting
task at best, and almost certainly doomed to failure. She was going to blow the
test for sure!
Stacy slumped back in her chair and stared at her pouting reflection in
the desk mirror. It wasn't fair. How could she be expected to keep up with all
of this classwork while at the same time attend all the student council
meetings as well as the swim club practices each morning. It was impossible.
They just expected too much of her! She felt her large, green eyes brimming
with tears; she wanted to be Homecoming Queen so badly, and now...
She was interrupted from her self-pity by the ring of the phone at her
bedside. Sniffling, she got up and crossed the room to answer it.
"Hello?" It was Ashley, her friend from school. Careful to disguise her
inner turmoil (Ashley, like all of the other girls in their particular clique,
could smell weakness the way a shark smells blood; any hint of a problem and it
would be all over the group by the end of the next school day, threatening
Stacy's position), Stacy fell easily into the standard school banter of gossip,
innuendo and casual put-downs of other students. Stacy was good at this, and
Ashley sensed nothing out of place.
After a while, Neil's name came up, and Stacy happily recounted the events
of yesterday's math test. Ashley had almost certainly heard about it by now,
but the combination of a first-hand account together with Stacy's particular
style of sarcastic humour made the story well worth hearing for a second time.
The two girls were soon laughing together at what had happened.
"Well," Ashley laughed at the end of the story, "It does sound as if they
made absolute assholes of themselves, alright. And that threat of summer school
must have scared the shit out of them from what I heard."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard that Neil has got ahold of some of some of the exam papers coming
up. I guess he wants to bring up his overall marks so Edgar can't fail him or
something like that."
Stacy felt her heart jump a beat as her breath caught in her chest. Neil
had copies of future exams? "Where did you hear that?" she asked, trying to
keep her voice casual. Evidently she had succeeded, as Ashley failed to detect
the change of mood.
"Laura told me," she answered, "I think she heard it from Sharon, although
why she was talking to that cow, I don't know. You remember Sharon? She was the
one..." Ashley started to drone on about Sharon, who was definitely not a part
of their exclusive clique, but Stacy wasn't listening. Neil had copies of some
upcoming tests.
AND HE WAS IN HER ENGLISH CLASS!
After a while, Ashley wound down, and Stacy let the conversation die a
natural death. While she was careful not to mention Neil and the exam papers
again, it was never far from her mind. Finally, the two girls said goodbye and
Stacy hung up the phone.
Thoughtful, she walked back to her desk and looked the pile of unread
English books. Cheating was a serious matter at Greenwood (it had taken her a
long time to screw up her courage enough to do it during the math test), but
stealing exam papers was something else altogether. She remembered a guy who
had been caught with a stolen paper about four years ago, when she was in her
first year at the high school. He had not only been expelled, but the school
had prosecuted him for breaking and entering and theft (they succeeded on the
first count, but failed on the second). It had been all over the papers in
Bakersville. She shuddered at the thought of that happening to her, but what
was the alternative?
Besides, she thought, making up her mind, she wasn't going to get caught;
she was too smart for that.
*****
It was all too easy!
Stacy had approached him the next day - just as Gary had predicted - and,
in the guise of sympathizing with him over his humiliation in Edgar's math
class a couple of days ago, she had sounded him out about the papers for the
upcoming exams. As Gary had instructed him, Neil pretended to be suffering from
a bad cold and sore throat, and lowered his voice to a rasp. Stacy didn't seem
notice; either she didn't care, or couldn't remember what he normally sounded
like. Probably both.
Enjoying the experience of Stacy being friendly to him (although aware
that Stacy had skilfully manipulated the circumstances of their "accidental"
meeting in such a way as to locate it in the Study Hall, which was usually
deserted), Neil drew the encounter out, repeatedly side-stepping her indirect
attempts to get him to admit to having the papers.
Finally, she was forced to ask him directly: did he have copies of the
upcoming exam papers? Seemingly reluctant, Neil eventually admitted that "yes"
he happened to have some copies of future exam papers, and "yes", in
particular, he did have copy of next week's English exam.
"Why do you want to know?"
Stacy looked down and flushed. When she looked like that, Neil was almost
willing to feel sorry for her. Almost. All he had to do to push back any
feelings of affection was remember the bitchy way in she had rejected him last
year and then gotten him beaten up. He knew what she was like.
"I want a copy of that exam," she admitted finally, "I need it for this
weekend."
Neil pretended to be shocked. "Stacy, you mean you want a copy of a stolen
exam paper so you can cheat on next Monday's English test?"
Stacy swallowed back an angry retort. Couldn't he be a little more subtle?
Idiot! Still, there wasn't much she could do about it. "Yes," she admitted, "I
need it to pass the exam."
Neil just stared at her, not saying anything.
"I'll pay money," she added, "How about $100?"
Still nothing. She was almost frantic.
"Please?"
"Alright," Neil relented, as if making up his mind, "I'll sell you the
stolen exam paper for $100." Stacy almost collapsed with relief. Everything was
going to work out!
"Will that be all, Stacy, or do you want any more exams? I can probably
get whatever you want."
Stacy looked up, excited. This would solve all of her problems with the
schoolwork. "That sounds great," she told him enthusiastically, "I'll buy
whatever you can get for the classes I'm in. $100 a paper."
"It's a deal." Neil could barely repress a grin of triumph. They had her!
Now, only one more thing... "Meet me tomorrow after school in the woodworking
shop. It should be deserted on Friday afternoon."
"Fine," Stacy agreed, "I'll be there." She turned to go.
"Don't forget the money," he reminded her, but by then she was gone.
*****
"Remember," Gary repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time, "keep
your back to the wall and face slightly away from the closet. Make sure that
Stacy is always facing you so that we get a good angle from where Sharon will
be filming." Gary and Sharon had cleared out one of the storage closets in the
workshop, and Sharon was set up inside with her video camera filming through a
knot-hole. Gary was set up with a still camera in the upper storage area across
the room. In order to cover the noise of the camera, he had turned on the
rotation fans which were fastened from the ceiling; the resulting hum was more
than sufficient to mask any noise he might make.
Satisfied at last that everything was in order and Neil knew what to do,
Gary climbed the short ladder to the storage area and concealed himself behind
a stack of wood. Neil watched him disappear from view. After a quick glance to
make certain the closet door was properly closed, he sat back in a chair and
waited for Stacy.
Stacy arrived ten minutes late, looking a little uncertain, but determined
to carry through. She crossed the room as Neil watched in appreciation. She was
wearing tight jeans and a white blouse which left her tanned arms bear past the
shoulder. Bakersville was having an unusually long Indian Summer, and her
clothing reflected the fact of this unseasonable warmth. Neil got hard
imagining what lay beneath the blouse. Soon, he told himself as Stacy
approached him, soon he wouldn't have to imagine. He stood up as she
approached.
"Well," she asked as she got to where he was standing, "Do you have it?"
She was more her usual bitchy self today, now that she was getting what she
wanted.
Perfect, Neil noted silently. She's standing exactly where Gary wanted her
to stand. "I've got it," he told her in the same gruff voice he had used the
day before, "One stolen English exam paper for Stacy Richards." He held up the
computer printout. "And my money?"
Stacy reached into her pocket and pulled out the cash. Silently, she
handed it over to him. Just to make her angry, he slowly and noisily counted
the money, making a production of it. "It's all there," she said angrily, "You
don't have to worry about that; now or in the future."
"Fine," he answered, handing over the exam questions, "It's all yours."
In a hurry to leave, Stacy snatched the paper and quickly scanned the
contents. As promised, the paper contained the four questions which would form
the basis of next Monday's English class examination.
"Thanks," she said shortly, all business, and turned to walk away.
"Good luck with the test," he called after her, but she ignored him and
left the room.
The room fell silent for a few second, and then Gary popped up from behind
the wood. "Looked good from here," he announced, "I think I got some good
shots." He began climbing down the ladder as Neil walked over to the cupboard
where Sharon was hiding. He opened the door and helped her out from behind the
camera tripod.
"That was great," she chortled, "I got everything."
Neil reached into his jacket and pulled out the small radio-microphone. He
handed it over to Sharon who clipped it back onto the video camera.
"Well guys," Gary stated, "A little bit of editing, and I think we have
her."
Neil began to get hard again, just thinking about what that meant...
*****
They waited almost two weeks before lowering the boom. By that time, the
English exam had come and gone, and Miss Frankel had read out the marks in
class. Stacy had received the highest mark ever given out in Miss Frankel's
English class, a fact commented upon several times by the impressed teacher.
Neil, on the other hand, had barely passed. When his mark was announced, Stacy
gave him a startled glance, but then quickly looked away. If he was so stupid
that he could barely pass with advance notice of the questions, that was his
problem.
By that time, Gary and Sharon had suitably edited the video and audio
evidence, and Gary had developed a large number of prints from his still
pictures of the event. Gary still hoped that the audio tape would be enough on
its own (he didn't want Stacy to realise the extent of the plot against her),
but if not, the additional evidence was very convincing. Everything had turned
out perfect: Stacy's actions and words were crystal clear, while Neil was
unrecognizable. Between his disguised voice and positioning during the filming,
there was no way to prove the identity of the person from whom Stacy bought the
stolen exam paper. Gary thought that this, along with the fact that Stacy had
done so well and Neil so poorly on the test, should serve to protect Neil from
expulsion if they were forced to use the evidence. As well, Gary and Sharon
were willing to give Neil an alibi. At best, it would be Stacy's word against
their's, and, if it came to that, Stacy's word would not be worth much by then.
So, it seemed that everything was in order. All that remained was to
determine the method of delivery...
The small package arrived in the mail at the Richard household on the
Friday almost two weeks after the English exam. It was addressed to Stacy. When
it was opened, a cassette tape fell out along with a small piece of note paper.
She picked it up and read it: 'SAT. MORNING: 10:00 AM STEWART PARK FOUNTAIN. It
was written in clumsy block letters.
Puzzled, she took the tape up to her room, slipped it into her walkman,
put on the head-phones and hit the play button. Almost at once, her head was
filled with the sound of her own voice:
"I heard you have a copy of next week's English exam. Is that true?"
"Why do you want to know?" That was Neil! What was going on here? There
was a brief hissing, then the tape continued, relentlessly. Stacy listened in
panicked disbelief.
"I want a copy of that exam. I need it for this weekend."
"Stacy, you mean you want a copy of a stolen exam paper so you can cheat
on next Monday's English test."
"Yes. I need it to pass the exam... I'll pay money. How about $100?
Please?"
"Alright, I'll sell you the stolen exam paper for $100. Will that be all,
Stacy, or do you want any more exams? I can probably get whatever you want."
"That sounds great. I'll buy whatever you can get for the classes I'm in.
$100 a paper."
"It's a deal. Meet me tomorrow after school in the woodworking shop. It
should be deserted on Friday afternoon... Don't forget the money."
The hissing stopped for a second as the tape fell silent, but before Stacy
hit the stop button, it started up again, this time with a small humming sound
in the background. The fans, Stacy realised, fighting down panic, the fans in
the woodworking shop. Trembling, she listened as the voices began once again:
"Well," her voice again, "Do you have it?"
"I've got it. One stolen English exam paper for Stacy Richards. And my
money?"
There was a brief moment of silence, and they the sound of paper being
crinkled.
"It's all there; you don't have to worry about that... now or in the
future."
"Fine, It's all yours."
"Thanks."
The voices fell silent, and she heard a door slam: the shop door slamming
when she left the room. The hiss slowly faded as the recording came to halt.
Hands trembling, she pulled the ear-phones off her head and sat still in
stunned disbelief. This couldn't be happening to her! Her eyes brimmed over
with tears as she picked up the note and re-read it. The writing blurred
through the tears as she realised that she had no choice: she would have to go
to the meeting tomorrow and see what he wanted.
END PART ONE
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