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Pep Talk
Sunday night, the phone rang. Sherry answered.
“Telephone, Nicole.”
Picking up the phone, Nicole hoped it was her buddy Denise.
“Hi, bitch. Wearing any underwear?”
Her heart suddenly felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on.
“What do you want, Max?”
“This is just a little reminder call, cunt. Tomorrow at school: no bra, no panties. Got it?”
Nicole licked her lips.
“Got it.”
“No pretending to be sick and staying home. Got it?”
She swallowed hard. There went her master plan.
“Got it.”
“A half hour before home room, you report to my locker for inspection. Got it?”
Her voice sank to a whisper.
“Got it.”
He had one more bit of advice.
“Don’t you fuck up or your mom gets fucked up forever. Got it?”
“Got it.”
He hung up.
Sherry smiled at her as Nicole returned pensively to the living room.
“New boyfriend?”
Nicole snorted and shook her head.
“No, that was Max. He’s a total jerk.”
Sherry nodded sympathetically.
“I’ve attracted a few jerks in my time. If you need any advice, just let me know.”
“Thanks, mom. I think I can cope. It was just the old ‘I forgot what the homework assignment is’ routine.”
Sherry smiled.
“A classic. What did you say?”
“I told him I didn’t know. Whatever it was, I’d already done it and that he should talk to his buddy Ted.”
Sherry laughed.
“Unmistakeably dismissive. Good for you!”
Sherry looked at Nicole quizzically.
“You feeling well enough to go to school tomorrow? You’ve been shaky and sounding a bit hoarse all weekend. It’s OK if you stay home.”
Nicole smiled wanly at her. Her weekend of playacting had been laid waste by Max’s pep talk.
“Well, now that I’m getting a scholarship and I’m actually going to university next year, I’ve got to get good grades so I know what they’re talking about when I get there.”
Sherry nodded approvingly.
“That’s my girl!”
School Daze
The next morning, Nicole was standing nervously by Max’s locker, bright and early, awaiting his arrival. There were few people in school that early. Most of the students arrived at the last possible minute.
“Hi, bitch.”
She nodded at Max, feeling stupid and degraded, as intended. She replied in a subdued voice.
“Hi, Max.”
He had the last locker in the row on a dead end hallway. He unlocked it and left the door open, creating a private little area at the end of the largely deserted hallway.
“When’s your period, cunt?”
“Uh, probably starts tonight or tomorrow.”
“That’s good news, bitch. It means that you’re probably not pregnant and I don’t have to arrange an abortion for you. When your period is over, you tell me and we’ll start you on birth control pills because, from then on, you’re putting out big time. I have a supplier so you’ll get your pills from me, free of charge or any parental hassle.”
Nicole licked her lips.
“I see.”
Max knew from the beaten look in her downcast eyes that he owned her pretty little ass. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so that she was looking fearfully into his eyes.
``Listen up, bitch. I’m keeping my eye on you. Every now and then during the day I or one of the guys will be lifting your skirt and taking a peek, so no sneaking off and putting on your underwear. Stand next to the locker door facing the end of the hallway, unbutton your blouse and open it wide to show me the goodies. ``
Nicole glanced over her shoulder. There was no one in the hallway. Hurriedly, she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled open the front of blouse and showed him her tits. Grinning, he fingered her nipples.
“Just as good as they were on Friday. Give them a little jiggle, bitch.”
She jiggled them.
``Nice, now lift your skirt and spread your legs, bitch. ``
He knelt down. Nicole lifted her skirt, parted her quivering thighs and showed him her cunt. He ran a finger lewdly over her cuntlips.
“Nice work, bitch. I want you to start shaving your pussy so that it is as smooth as a baby’s bum.”
He grinned up at her.
“If you don’t want to, the boys and I can do it for you.”
He savoured her look of sudden fear.
“That’s OK. I’ll go home and do it at lunchtime, Max.”
He stood up and cupped her pretty face in his hands.
“OK, button up, bitch. That’s it for now. You report here tomorrow at the same time and we’ll see how your period is coming along. Bring along an extra tampon or two because I’ll be taking it out to have a look. Got it?”
Her face twitched apprehensively.
“Unless you prefer us to hunt you down and rape you until you’re pregnant and Krusher turns your mother into a crippled freak.”
“I’ve got it, Max. I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave my mom out of it.”
Red-faced, knowing she was beaten, wondering how many other rape sluts Max and the Cream Team had dancing attendance on them, Nicole silently buttoned her blouse.
“One last thing before you go, bitch. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for a nice French kiss.”
She stuck out her tongue.
“Don’t disappoint me, bitch.”
He sucked her tongue into his mouth and they tongue wrestled for a minute or two while he squeezed her tits and fondled her bum. He stopped when other students began to arrive.
He lifted the back of her skirt, playfully slapped her bare bum and sent her on her way.
Nicole spent the rest of the school day thinking about his phrase ‘putting out big time’, wondering what would be required of her. She was afraid to put on the bra and panties that she had brought with her in her backpack. As intended, it degraded her and made her feel slutty walking around in public with no underwear. During the day, travelling the hallway between classes, she recognized a few of the Cream Team. They each eyed her bobbing chest and gave her a knowing smirk. Every now and again, when no one else was looking, they lifted the back of her skirt, fingered her cuntlips, hefted her bra-less boobs through her blouse and slapped her bare bum hard, making her yelp and leaving a red handprint on one of her firm young buttocks, making sure that she felt like a well-groped piece of fuckmeat.
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