Friday evening. The night before the High School Slave for a Day Charity auction.
Monica Gift needed a bit of downtime after the events she had achieved this week. Between yearbook photos, challenging her Braless Brigade of slutty followers, dealing with a lusty photographer, body painters, and counselling warring lovers, she required this simple pleasure. Pleasure, namely a thirty minute bubble bath accompanied by soft music. Keeping the volume down so as not to wake her slumbering Mother in the living room. Relaxing though her bubbles may have been, her thoughts ran the gambit of everything she had done this week. It gave her goosebumps realizing just how much she had gotten away with. Including standing directly in front of her Principal wearing only body paint from the waist down. Going so far as to perform a patriotic masturbation in front of the American flag on the schools front lawn before an audience of half her schoolmates. Some teachers that knew of her exploits right along beside them. She felt invincible.
So invincible in fact that she felt that even if the faculty did object to her antics should the news spread to undesirables, especially Principal Janson they would turn the other cheek. What she had done in front of him was going straight into the yearbook. Her photographer ally Jimmy Newton sneaking a picture of her kneeling on the lawn in front of Janson appearing as if giving him a blowjob. So perfect.
What worried her more was her promise to Jimmy Newton. Every girl that he took a picture of in some hidden sexual display had to agree to spend some time with him as he chose to want it. Time meaning something sexual. He being a confirmed virgin that meant Monica had to come through for the poor guy. Some of her Braless Brigade were all for it. Others who found him repulsive were on the edge. The cheerleaders especially. She would need to really work her magic on those hotties.
With the school year only a few months from ending and that delicious diploma of freedom in her hand, Monica prayed that she could continue without any complications. Luckily every student that had ever seen, heard, fucked her were rallying to her side, keeping silent or denying her acts of sluttiness if questioned by those not needing to know. Namely the female teachers. Most of them were older and unaccustomed to such displays. Monica Gift wanted it to stay that way. She would take any punishment she ran into. With her dad Aaron Gift in her corner she might just luck out. With his fascination for incest she maintained his loyalty. He was damn good in bed.
Now, with the auction tomorrow she stressed over who might buy her services. She knew every guy that had ever had her would want to bid on her, but she truly hoped it would be someone new. Someone that she could tease so hard that they would ravage her body like never before. Her hormones were living on overdrive every minute of every day. Her luck, a female might outbid everyone. Thankfully, her parents had promised not to attend and let her actually know what real work was. Having never had a job in her life she laughed at the idea. Her idea of real work was getting guys off without much effort. What effort she did display paid off in spades. Men never went home disappointed. At least not that she was aware of.
If she did get stuck pulling weeds for someone, you can bet she was going to do it in a string bikini. No one was going to tell her different. She intended to wear one under her t-shirt and shorts. Not just any t-shirt either. She was wearing white with the printed words SLAVE FOR A DAY with the rounded part of the D scratched off but looking suspiciously like SLAVE OF THE LAY. That should get the bids cranking like Wall Street on a busy week.
"Please no nursing home administrator wanting me to feed old people green Jell-O. I'll just die."
Finishing her soak she uses her toes to release the water and crawls out to dry off. Wrapping herself in a short towel she primps at her freshly washed wet hair and uses alcohol pads on her facial pores to prevent acne. She had always had a perfect complexion, but she used them none the less. Why take the risk right?
Bored after what few things she could do stuck there in the bathroom she eases the door open and tiptoes toward the living room. Her mother was still snoring away on the sofa with the television on. With her back facing outward, Monica found the courage to prowl the house in her towel. She found it hilarious that after all these years of preaching to Monica about not leaving the TV on when not watching it, here Charlotte Gift was sleeping to Worst Chefs in America. Who in the hell watches that crap? Booooorrrring! No wonder her mother passed out. A wine bottle on the coffee table added to her slumber. Charlotte loved her Chardonnay.
Turning the TV off so that she could give her mom a dose of her own medicine later, she stood waiting to see if the silence would revive her. Nope! Dead to the world. Three minutes of watching Charlotte snore Monica fidgeted to the point of not knowing what to do next. Peering out the living room blinds which faced the street in front of their home she sighed heavily. Not a soul in sight. At 6:00 PM on a Friday night things should be livelier. Zero traffic. Only evening locusts. So wrong.
Moving softly from the living room she relocates to the kitchen pantry. Moving from the closet to the refrigerator uncertain what she was even after. Her tummy growled a bit but she knew eating anything would contradict her perfect body. Burning off calories during sex kept her fit. An evening jog sounded appealing as she contemplated her mistake of eating a lone Ritz cracker. BAD! BAD! BAD! She wanted to be bad.
As a car door slammed out back, she shuffled toward their enclosed rear porch to look out. With no one in sight she began to retreat, then her interest peaked. Around the corner of their garage walked her neighbor and occasional Master by voluntary admission to mischief, Ryan Quinones. He had his hands in his pants pockets, head hung low, appearing depressed. Obviously he wasn't delivering pizza tonight or for that matter with his girlfriend April. Sensing his sadness made her step further out, ignoring the possibility of her Mom catching her going outside in a towel. That would inevitably be bad for her weekend. Still, she would always be there for Ryan, a boy that Charlotte was made to believe was Monica's boyfriend to help get her out of the house when needed. Easy enough excuse she thought. Charlotte had already suspected that he and Monica had either had sex or were at least toying with the idea. If she only knew.
Uneasy over his insecurity Monica felt empathy. Just last week she had thought she caught Ryan's dad Brock having sex with April. While discovering that not to have been the truth, she did witness April's shade of red lipstick around Brock's cock. Had she at the very least given Brock a blowjob? Someday she would find out. Worse still, April suspected that she was pregnant, yet withheld the truth from Ryan about any real confirmation. Why would any girl do that to her man? Again, Monica would find out on her own if she had to.
"Why so glum Chum?" She carefully opens the door getting his attention with a low tone to her voice. Stepping outside on to the adjoining wood deck he notices her in her towel. Sexiest legs in town. Cleavage was equally as enticing. He tries to grin but fails. Not even her bouncing in step to let her boobs dance could maintain a smile.
"Hey! Just moody is all. Lots to think about these days. School. Better paying career options now that I might be a Dad. Do I go to college like Kyle? Can I afford to knowing I'll need to be there for April?"
"Still no period?" She wanders down into the grass.
"Not yet. One test says positive, the next negative. I'm remaining optimistic. Scared as hell though. I haven't even met April's parents. She hasn't told them about us dating let alone that we may be having a baby together." He groans palming his eyes with his hands, "I'm pretty fucked up right now."
"I'm here for you day and night Master." She grins sheepishly as he scowls, "Sorry. I was hoping that might cheer you up. Bad timing. Oopsie."
"I still think about that. Fun while it lasted, even if it was goofing off."
"Was it goofing off?" She poises an index finger along her right cheek, knuckles beneath her chin. "I'm still game to play it out."
"We'll see. My head's not in it right now. Don't even joke about my head being inside you, I know you enough to read your mind." He sneers quieting her temptation to say just that. "I care about April, but come on, are we ready to be a family? We barely know each other. Shouldn't I have met her folks by now? Even her Aunt at that country diner is oblivious to me. Any time I stop by there April meets me outside. What the hell? I'm a best kept secret. Why? I let her meet my Dad and talk to Kyle on the phone once."
"You should tell her it's time for introductions."
"Maybe so. I'll let it slide until we're certain she is pregnant. She wants to wait another week before making a doctors appointment. Pins and needles." He flares his eyes dramatically.
Seeing his tension she shuffles barefoot across the yard with her arms wide. Pouting at his stress she knew he needed a hug. With each step taken her towel loosened up, she didn't care. Ryan needed her. Dancing breasts added to the cotton towels descent.
"Mere mere!" She puffs her lower lip. Embracing her was nothing new, they had gotten really close over the last few months. Their past sexual encounters fond memories until April crept back into his thoughts. Monica was more of a best friend these days. In all reality the girl was way too wild for him to keep up with. Regardless, he held her tightly. His chest against hers the only thing keeping the towel from falling. He pondered the day that Monica introduced he and April, the very same day that he had sex with the farmgirl right there in her Aunt's diner, smitten at first sight. April had helped Monica heal over her very first official gangbang, even though Ryan and his two friends had tapped her in her own living room after delivering a pizza. Looking back at that he realized that her bar gangbang was not actually her first attempt, although on a smaller scale. The first time was actually at a pizza delivery where his Master act initially evolved. He had forgotten so much since the day he fell for Monica. Having met April that infatuation changed. He adored Monica but, he loved April.
As their hug lingered a screen door creaked open behind them.
"Everything okay out here?"
Turning with Monica still in his possession Ryan looks back, "Hey Dad. We're just talking."
"And cuddling." Monica spoke with her left cheek on Ryan's shoulder, her eyes glistening at Brock rubbing his chin at her luscious body.
"I can use some of that." He whispers so that no one but them could hear him. "Didn't I see your mom's car out front on the street? If she catches you outside in a towel she's gonna throw a fit."
