Smallville: Before the Storm (ch.1)

I am a fan of the WB series, "Smallville" and love the interaction of the main characters. However, I think I might be alone in thinking that Chloe is probably the most interesting of the characters on the show. Lana is a sniveling, self-important twit and Clark is dumber than a fence post. I had high hopes for him after he began putting the moves on Chloe, the only member of the cast who has brains, ambition, looks and a real plan of action to get what she wants. If only she'd lose the awful wardrobe and wear a few more tight fitting outfits that show off that splendid cleavage (sigh). Anyhow, this is my take on Chloe taking the bull by the horns so to speak, in the interlude between the last two shows of last season....

SMALLVILLE: BEFORE THE STORM (Ch.1)

Lana Lang unlocked her locker and started to pull it open, when a slender, pale-skinned hand reached past her shoulder and pushed it shut. The beauty queen turned her head slowly, following the arm back over her shoulder, and found herself looking into the angry blue eyes of Chloe Sullivan, the one-time editor of the school newspaper. They'd been undeclared enemies ever since the school principal, Mr. Kwan, had appointed Lana to the Editor's position.

"What is it, Sullivan?", the beautiful brunette drawled, a slight, sneer twisting the corner of her mouth upward. "Is there a problem with something that I need to help you with?" It was clear from her tone that she didn't think anything could help the young blonde woman confronting her.

"You can't have him", Chloe said flatly, her blue eyes locking with Lana's greenish-brown ones.

"I can't have who?", Lana asked, turning and leaning against the locker. She knew exactly who Chloe was talking about, but it pleased her to make the other girl say it.

"Clark", Chloe spat. "You can't have him Lana. You have Whitney. And any other boy in this school for that matter. But Clark is mine. So I'm telling you to back off!"

Lana reached up and grabbed Chloe's slender wrist. She pulled it away from her locker and then let go, wiping her fingers on her skirt, a disgusted look on her face.

Chloe blushed, but she realized that the gorgeous brunette was merely trying to goad her into doing something stupid. Like slapping the smirk off her face! She wondered what Lana would do if she was slapped. Chloe had a feeling that it had been a long time since anyone dared land a hand on the Princess of Smallville!

Lana yawned and smiled lazily into Chloe's pretty, "girl-next-door" face.

"Does Clark know that he belongs to you?", she asked sweetly. "Funny, he somehow forgot to mention that the last time I saw him. Of course, I could understand why. He was much to busy using his mouth on my pussy to mention your name."

Chloe's face paled in shock at the obscene words. That they'd come from Lana Lang's mouth was all the more shocking. Lana had a reputation for being totally sweet and innocent, dedicated to her man, Whitney, the All-Star football player and all around Hunk of the Town.

"You....you bitch!", Chloe sputtered, her face squinching down in anger. Her hand lashed out and caught Lana square across her high-cheekboned face!

Lana gave a soft cry of pain and fell back against her locker. The sound of the slap seemed to echo in the hallways and heads turned, the volume level of background conversation dropping noticably! Her gorgeous oval eyes widened with sudden fury and Lana took a step toward the blonde girl in front of her. She stopped suddenly, suppressing her anger with visible effort and smiled wickedly at Chloe.

"So, you want to fight me for him?", she asked, the tip of her pointy pink tongue licking a spot of blood off her full lower lip. "Fine. Come to the gym after school. The girl's locker room. And bring your best with you, because that little slap isn't going to cut it blondie!"

"Oh I'll bring it!", Chloe said, her eyes dark with hatred. "And you're going to wish that all I do is slap you!"

Lana laughed delightedly and brushed past the other girl, rubbing her firm, small breasts across Chloe's chest. The blond gasped in shock and stepped back rapidly, blushing in embarrassment. Lana's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised at the size and feel of the blonde's boobs, which she kept pretty much concealed under loose fitting clothes. Then she smirked and blinked her dark brown eyes at Chloe and sauntered down the hall, waving her hand at her friends and smiling at most of the boys.

Chloe watched her enemy walk away and she growled to herself, her fists clenched in helpless rage. No matter what she did, she'd always be the night watchman's daughter, the mousy little bookworm who ran the school's stupid student newspaper. Or used to. Even that task had been taken from her by the school favorite.

Even though she'd blossomed over the summer, growing from an awkward adolescent to a sweet-bodied young woman almost over night, Chloe knew that she'd never be able to match Lana Lang in looks. It wasn't even worth trying. If only Clark was smart enough to realize that looks faded and Lana's sex appeal would soon be a thing of the past. But Chloe's love for the handsome young man would only grow stronger. The stupid ox!

Right after the last bell rang, Chloe stopped by her locker and put her books and ever-present laptop computer away. She didn't want anything encumbering her when she kicked Lana Lang's ass all over the gym. She closed the door to her locker and found Clark standing there, smiling at her. The handsome teen's face wore it's usual brilliant, cocky smile that made her heart stop in her chest.

"Hey, Chloe, what's this I hear about you slapping Lana earlier today?", he asked, his husky voice sending shivers up the blond's spine. "You two aren't still fueding about her being appointed Editor-in-Chief of the school paper, are you? I told you, that wasn't Lana's fault. The principal was the one who did that. Besides, I thought Lana turned the paper back over to you? You've got to try and be nicer to Lana, Chloe. She's a good friend."

Chloe frowned. She hated when Clark always took the beautiful brunette's side in things. He didn't even know the whole story, he just assumed that she was carrying a grudge! What a jerk! If he wasn't so damn handsome, Chloe would have kicked him in the balls, just to get his attention. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, following her thoughts and she couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his jeans. She felt her nipples twitch and her pussy buzzed with sudden excitement. She bit her lip and looked back up at his handsome face.

"You're such a jerk sometimes, Clark!", she said in exasperation. She hoped he didn't notice the flush in her cheeks. "Girls don't always get along with other girls, okay? It doesn't have anything to do with the paper. It's a private matter and I'll thank you to keep your nose out of it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some cleaning up to do. I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"Sure thing!", Clark said, smiling down at her. She closed her eyes and leaned against his hard, muscular body and she kissed him softly on the cheek. Her pussy was definitely more than just buzzing now. He gave her a puzzled look and she giggled and flashed him a brilliant smile.

"Jerk!", she said under her breath, walking away rapidly.

Behind her, Clark watched the swing of her butt as she walked down the aisle. She had that stupid form-concealing knee-length coat on that she always wore, but it didn't block Clark's x-ray vision. Chloe had such a nice ass, he thought to himself. Nice rack for that matter. If only she had the sex appeal of Lana. Now that would be a hottie! He whistled and headed for the exit. He wondered what he and Chloe would talk about tonight. He'd been slowly steering her toward talking about herself and about sex. All innocent of course. He smiled to himself, extremely conscious of his throbbing hard on. He couldn't wait for that night's conversation!

Chloe pushed open the door to the girl's locker room and stepped inside. She didn't hear anything and she moved slowly down the rows of lockers, wrinkling her nose at the smell of mildew, wet clothing, sweat and perfume. She heard a noise coming from the showers and she smiled to herself. She walked quickly to the opening and looked inside. Lana Lang was standing in the middle of the large, tiled enclosure, like a boxer waiting for her opponent to enter the ring.

She'd taken time to change clothes, Chloe noted, a trifle enviously. She wore a tight, mesh tank top in the school colors, the number 8, Whitney's number, centered on her chest. It was tucked into a pair of darker color gym shorts, loose baggy pants that allowed maximum freedom of movement. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and it hung down over one shoulder. With a start, Chloe realized that she could see the dark brown circles of Lana's areola under the shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra! And no sag either, Chloe added to herself glumly. The bitch!

"You sure took your time", Lana said haughtily. "I thought I was going to have to go out and hunt you down, just to kick your worthless ass. Glad you could make it though. What did you do, get yourself something to drink? Hmmm? A little bit of liquid courage. Something your old man taught you I'll bet!"

"Shut up you stupid cow!", Chloe screamed, losing her self control at the girl's spiteful words. She rushed at Lana, arms outstretched and Lana grabbed one wrist and pivoted smoothly, planting her shoulder in Chloe's stomach and throwing the astounded girl across the shower! Chloe landed hard on her back and side, rolling into the wall. She grunted in pain and shook her head to clear it. Lana's mocking laughter made her turn around, her vision blurring with pain and hatred.

"Awwww, wittle Chlowie fall down and go boom", Lana said in a cutesy, baby voice. "You got an owie now I'll bet! Come her wittle girl, let Lana kiss it and make it feel better!"

"Kiss this, you bitch!", Chloe said, getting to her feet and stalking forward, her eyes intent, hands flexed to grab something, anything of her foe in order to get her on the ground. Lana edged backward, one leg braced behind the other, her hands down low, fists clenched. Too late Chloe recognized it as a professional karate pose. She was over committed and Lana spun and lashed out with her bare foot, slamming it into the pit of Chloe's stomach, knocking the stunned blonde to the ground in a heap of coughing, gagging flesh.

Lana sighed and bent down, grabbing Chloe by her thick, short blond hair. She dragged the moaning, helpless girl into the middle of the shower enclosure, making sure she was lying in the right position and location. She shoved the girls arms up over her head and then straddled her, sitting on her surprisingly large, soft tits! Lana's eyes widened slightly and she grinned wickedly to herself. Then she leaned forward, her knees resting on Chloe's upper arms, pinning them to the floor. Lana's crotch was just inches from Chloe's face, a spot that Lana had purposely chosen.

"Hey, Chloe", she said, slapping the pretty blonde lightly on either cheek. "Hey, you in there? You back with us yet? Take a deep breath. Come on, wimp! I didn't hit you that hard! Hey, look at me!"

Chloe coughed and opened her eyes, staring up at Lana's victorious grin. She struggled, flailing her legs back and forth, but her bulky dress hampered her movements, something that Lana hadn't had to worry about. Lana slapped Chloe again, a little harder this time, grinding her knees into Chloe's biceps. The helpless blonde moaned in pain and stopped moving.

"You can't beat me", Lana said, her voice neutral, stating a fact. "Never in a million years. You just don't get it do you? People like you, you're sheep. A dime a dozen. You live in a shack over by the train station, your old man's out of work, nothing to look forward to at all. You write some wimpy stories in the school paper, investigate a big, 10-year-old mystery and you really think you matter. Well, my dear little newspaper girl, you're so sadly mistaken. You see, everything you do, everything you write about, concerns people like me. If it wasn't for my parents and all the really important people in town, you wouldn't have anything at all to report. You know it, I know it and all my friends at school know it."

"You're crazy!", Chloe groaned, the other girl's words drilling deep into her soul. It was as if Lana had peered into her mind and dug up every single thought of inferiority that plagued Chloe's dreams and nightmares. It was true that her father was a night watchman, and that he had a liking for booze. He'd recently lost his job when the Luthorcorp building downsized and modernized it's security. He sat around the house in his bathrobe, dirty, smelling of booze and taking his frustration out on everyone. More than once Chloe had caught him looking at her, trying to sneak a peak down the front of her dress or walking in on her when she was drying off after a shower.

Chloe squirmed underneath Lana and she smelled a musky scent coming from Lana's crotch. Her eyes drifted downward and she jerked in shock. She could see Lana's pussy! The wide-legged shorts had ridden upward, exposing the gorgeous brunette's pussy mound, partially shaved, with just a thin vertical bar of black pubic hair above her large, protruding clit! Her pussymouth looked swollen and it was visibly wet.

Chloe looked back up and saw Lana watching her, a sly smile on her pretty face. She wiggled her butt back and forth on top of Chloe, grinding her asscheeks into Chloe's tits and the blonde blushed and tried to shake the brunette off her.

"Get off me, damn you!", she screamed, thrashing on the hard tile floor. "Get your fucking ass off me you cow!"

Lana slapped her hard across the face, shocking her into silence.

"You can't beat me", she repeated. "But if you want me to leave Clark alone, then you'll have to eat me!"

Chloe stared in shock at the grinning woman on top of her and she shook her head from side to side, as if to deny the obscene words. She glanced down again at Lana's exposed pussy and groaned, her cheeks coloring. For some reason, her nipples were starting to tingle and her own pussy was beginning to flow! She wasn't a lesbian by a long shot! But there was no denying to herself that she was becoming aroused. She had to get out of here before something happened, something she wouldn't be able to stop!

"You like to eat pussy, Chloe?", Lana asked, reaching down between her legs, and rubbing her middle finger back and forth across her clit and spreading her meaty lips apart. Her skin was a golden tan, yet her pussy lips were tinted a dark-brown, the same color as her areola that could be seen through the semi-translucent top. "I'll bet you get to eat a lot of pussy. A girl like you, living over by the strip bars and stuff. Hell, I'll bet you start pulling tricks soon, seeing as how your old man isn't making any money. A mouth like yours will bring in lots of cash. Come on, lick my cunt. Show me how you're going to do it!"

"Get off me you sick bitch!", Chloe screamed, bucking beneath the nasty brunette. Her strength surprised Lana and she slid forward, jamming her sweet, juicy pussy down on Chloe's open mouth! Chloe's eyes went wide with shock and disgust and Lana laughed and grabbed a handful of Chloe's hair, pulling her face tight against her crotch.

"Oh yeah, I knew you'd do it! Lick it, Chloe! Give me some of that sweet mouth of yours! Oh yeah, that's it! Tongue my cunt, eat me!"

Tears of disgust and rage rolled down Chloe's cheeks and she struggled beneath Lana's body, bucking and twisting in futile resistance. The taste of the other girl's pussy filled her mouth and she could feel Lana's juice smear over her mouth, nose and chin. Lana's soft, folds spread apart and Chloe's tongue was inside her hot wet fucktunnel. Because of the way Lana was holding her, Chloe had to keep her mouth open, gasping for breath as best she could. She tried to turn her head, but the painful grip on her hair prevented her from doing much more than sliding her mouth back and forth across Lana's hot wet pussymouth, making Lana gasp and moan in pleasure!

Chloe abruptly surrendered, going totally limp beneath the writhing beauty. To her surprise, it seemed to have the opposite effect! Instead of continuing her assault, Lana groaned in frustrated lust and let go of Chloe's hair, frowning down at the supine girl between her legs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?", she yelled. "I told you to eat me. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that. Now lick it. You know you want to. Eat my pussy, bitch! Come on! Fight me!"

"Eat it yourself", Chloe said, feeling a surge of hope. In a flash of insight, she realized that Lana was turned on by power, by controlling others and making them do things that they wouldn't ordinarily do on their own. The more she fought, the hotter Lana became! She realized that all she had to do was lie limp as a dishrag and Lana would self-destruct! The ultimate passive resistance. She smiled, a sight that caused Lana to scream and slap her face hard!

"Damn you, lick me!", Lana raged. Chloe's red-cheeked face merely grinned up at her from between her legs and she slid back, glaring. She got to her feet and then waited for Chloe to sit up.

"You think you're pretty cute, don't you?", Lana asked, her hands on her hips. Her nipples were hard and erect, poking up little tents in the front of her shirt. In spite of herself, Chloe couldn't help but lick the other girl's juice off her mouth. Her face was sticky with Lana's cuntjuice and she smelled like a pussy. Still, she felt pretty good. This was the first time she'd ever gotten the upper hand with Lana Lang!

"You're a nasty, disgusting pig", Chloe said, her words dripping with contempt. "You call me a whore, you tell me that I'll be forced to sell myself for money. Even if I did, I'd still be better than you. Because I have my dignity, Lana. That's something you'll never take away from me. Now get out of my way. And leave Clark alone!"

Lana stepped to one side, her head hanging down in defeat. Chloe stepped past her and headed for the entrance to the shower. Behind her, Lana threw her head back and her laughter echoed in the tile-walled room. Chloe frowned and spun around, staring at the beautiful brunette. She wondered if Lana had gone over the edge, having been defeated for the first time in her life.

"Oh, Chloe, dear sweet Chloe", Lana said, shaking her head and grinning at the curious blonde. "You are so predictible. Do you really think I'd let you win? That I'd let you just walk out of here after having the nerve to slap me in front of my friends?"

Lana stalked toward Chloe, her eyes dark with anger, her face drawn and pinched. "You're even dumber than I thought you were. You walked right into my trap. And now, you're going to pay. Whitney? Did you get the shot? Whitney? Come on, put it back in your shorts okay? Get your ass out here and show dear Chloe what you got."

Chloe stared at Lana in alarm, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. How could she have been so stupid! She heard footsteps coming toward them and Whitney, Lana's blond boyfriend, stepped into the shower room, a smirk on his handsome face. In his hand was a top-of-the-line electronic camera with zoom lens. Chloe stifled a whimper. She knew what the camera could do. She had one just like it. Whitney handed the camera to Lana, who grinned nastily as she studied the picture that Whitney had reloaded into the memory. Without a word, she turned the camera so that Chloe could see the tiny picture.

Even from where she stood, Chloe could see that it was a clear shot of her face, her head between a woman's thighs, her mouth open, the other woman's pussymound resting on her soft, full lower lip! Even worse, her eyes were half-open and it gave her a slutty, wanton look, as if she couldn't wait to stick her tongue up inside the other woman's hole! Chloe shook her head, her mind reeling in shock. Her shoulders slumped and she hung her head, a tear trickling down her cheek. She knew that if this picture, and the others for that matter, were released, her time at the school was at an end and probably any chance at a career as a news correspondant. She glanced up at Lana's sneering face and shuddered. The other girl had clearly won. There was nothing left to do now than to find out what it was going to cost her.