Author's notes: This is a work of fiction, inspired by a scene where a husband and wife (Who's the Cheer squad coach) blackmail a cheerleader with sex, though in this story, there is little to no coercion. The main category is Group Sex but contains instances of Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, incest/Taboo, and Gay Male categories.
All participants are over the age of 18.
Also, I apologize for the delay!
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In Chapter 5...
Jack McGuire fails to threaten Kevin and he takes a trip down memory lane, remembering his times as the football team's bottom bitch. Through a series of actions, he's enlightened to his reality and embraces his homosexuality...
And now, the conclusion.
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Victoria was alone. It had been a month since her husband had left her. True to his word, his divorce papers were delivered the next morning after her failed attempts to get him to come home as well as her attempts to get gangbanged by the Bull's Corral, a male escort company specializing in well-endowed Black men. Upon hearing that Jack had booked them for the foreseeable future, and using the money in their shared bank account, Victoria tried in vain to find a way to get back at him, but each time she tried, she quickly learned that there was nothing she could do.
She tried getting her lawyers to fight the divorce papers, but that resulted in her internet being cut off for a week. She tried rallying her fellow mothers, but not only did she get no support, but she went without heat for another week, after her internet was restored. She even tried to file a kidnapping of her husband and daughter to the police, but not only did they ignore her and remind her that filing a false report was illegal, but she had to go without bathing for a third week after her heat came back on, due to her water getting shut off.
Her being allowed to continue living in the house that Jack paid for was conditional upon her not challenging his threats. While she was without water a week ago, she'd managed to use the showers at the gym, but since her membership was the only thing that was actually hers, it was the only consolation in an otherwise shitty situation.
The last three weeks were enlightening for her to say the least. No internet, no heat, and no water, all culminated in her concluding that everything that went wrong in her life was the fault of one person: Herself. Not Clarice, like she believed, and bellowed dozens of times, until her throat was sore.
Victoria was to blame. She couldn't win because she never devoted enough time or energy to her team and therefore never inspired them like Clarice had done. She never truly loved Jack or trusted him, and when she realized he was gay, never encouraged him to come to terms with that fact, and instead chose to drive a stake through their marriage by openly sleeping with other people. That decision was what ruined their marriage, not anything to do with the Reynolds.
She also tried to instill a sense of authority in Michelle, by making her into a miniature version of herself, but all it did was drive Michelle into the arms of her worst enemy, where she felt more love and support than Victoria ever had. Now, a month after that fateful phone call with Jack, had she finally come to terms with herself, and made a decision, one that she hoped would set things right.
She silently packed up her belongings and put them in her car, turned off all lights and power switches in her lavish house, along with the water, closed and locked the doors, got in her car, and drove off, leaving the house empty and alone, waiting for a family that may never return...
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When Victoria got to her destination, she saw there were over a dozen cars in the driveway as well as the street. It was midday on a weekend, so they were probably having a party. She had to park a long way away and had to walk up to the house. When she was within visual range, she got a good look at the location. The front windows had their curtains drawn, and she could faintly hear music inside. When she got to the front door, she rang the bell, but no one answered.
Victoria tried again, then again, and on the fourth attempt, someone finally answered the door. It opened, revealing a lovely young woman with brown hair and C-cup breasts, a shaven pussy, and a lightly muscled stomach. Her hair was long and wavy, as well as a little dishevelled. A dildo was in her free hand.
The girl gave Victoria a blank stare, "Who are you?" she asked.
Victoria blinked, "Um...is Clarice Reynolds here?" she asked.
The girl sighed and turned her head, "Coach Reynolds, some old hag is here!" she called out.
A moment later, Clarice walked up wearing a black see-through dressing gown, along with a pair of crotchless panties. Her hair was also dishevelled, and her lipstick was smeared. She gave Victoria a wary look before she dismissed the girl, who shook her hips as she strutted away.
"Hello, Victoria, what can I do for you?" Clarice asked in a casual tone.
Victoria blinked and looked at Clarice, making sure not to stare at her large D-cup breasts, "I've come to see you. Can we talk?" She said.
