Chapter 3 -- The gym, the cat and the locker part 1
Pressed against the stall wall a flustered Bess McCarthy struggled against the firm hand clasped around her mouth. Rhythmic blows of flesh on flesh sounded in echoes against the walls of the mostly empty bathroom, matched with muffled moans of delight and pain.
"What did I say about wearing a hoodie?" The harsh voice accompanied its demand by grabbing Bess beneath her chin as its other hand lightly smacked up and down against Bess's breasts.
"I thought you were joking!" Bess managed through a smushed face.
"Oh? So I just say things I don't mean all the time?" A raised hand shot into position to strike as its victim cringed in anticipation, closing her eyes and burrowing back into the stall.
"Aw Bess. How could I be mad at you? You're so gosh darn cute when you're nervous." Radiant as the morning sun, Ashley's grin was mischievous and lust-filled, as invitingly warm as it was deviously hungry, the voluptuous body of her new toy doing that to her seemingly on sight. The light make-up accentuated Ashley's powerful yet graceful features, elegantly outlined by flowing honey blonde hair softer than silk that brushed lightly against the top of Bess's exposed breasts. Ashley leaned forward and pressed her lips against Bess's, exaggerating playfully a "Mwah" as she pulled back.
"So you're not mad?"
"No, of course not. I just meant what I said. Seriously Bess, you have an amazing body and I want to see it more. So do most of the boys at Helmsworth, probably the girls too for that matter."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Bess relaxed though still pinned to the bathroom wall. "I didn't hurt you too much did I?"
Bess shook her head, "No. Though now I'm going to be thinking of you all throughout biology."
"Wouldn't you have been doing that anyway?" Retorted Ashley with a grin. Bess couldn't think of anything clever to say, instead speaking with her actions as she leaned forward into a kiss, slipping her tongue into Ashley's mouth, surprising both of them.
"You little... Oh you're fun. If lunch wasn't about to start, lets just say you'd have a hard time sitting down for biology."
Ashley lifted her oaken skirt, revealing a sheer pair of lacy ebony panties, a finger disappeared between her legs, "Look at what you do to me. Aren't you cruel? Always thinking about yourself, what about my needs? When are we going to be alone again? When am I going to see that pretty little face between my legs again?" Ashley's voice switched from a faux pleading whimper to an evil hiss at her last question, placing her now already wet finger into Bess's mouth. The sensation sent shivers rocketing throughout Bess as she obediently sucked the exploring finger.
The bell rang out, crashing through the clandestine meeting with a shattering screech. The two of them frowned at each other, kissing once more before Ashley gave Bess back a thick pink bra and left the stall to fix herself in the bathroom mirror.
"You free Saturday?"
"I am now."
"Sweet. We can continue our... conversation then."
"Roll on the weekend." Agreed Bess, moving into the mirror and narrowly managing to wash away a smear of Ashley's glossy fuscia pink lipstick before another group of girls entered.
"See ya later Bessy!" Yelled Ashley, as the freshly entering group began tittering and giggling at the joke.
Yeah yeah, laugh it up. You ought to hear the things she calls me when we're alone.
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Caitlin held the book just out of reach of the short dark-haired pale figure before them, laughing every time as another pathetically short jump caused her victim to swing and miss retrieving her belongings. The cat ears only made it funnier and the meows the girl made would surely be stuck into Caitlin's brain forever. "What's the matter little kitty? Don't you want your book? Higher Caitlin, she nearly got it that time!" Terri giggled as she directed her friend, "Haha, she must actually think she's a cat! Hahaha!" Caitlin laughed back.
Around the corner a figure appeared, lithe, imposing and elegant, honey blonde hair tumbling like a golden river to just above her perky breasts and an expression of sneering contempt towards the world. Ashley strode over to the girls, watching as the helpless Kiera Longford bounced every other moment and swung at the book Caitlin was dangling above her.
Kiera wore a battered and ragged looking light blue hoodie with a black band shirt depicting a group of smiling Korean boys on it, each looking more effeminate than the last. Her dark black jeans were ripped and seemed at least a size too big for her and alongside her old cherry-red converse completed the chic geek look.
Kiera herself was of an average height and an average build, a curious occurrence as she never seemed to participate in any sport unless reading weird Japanese comic books at the back of the class counted. Her hazel eyes were usually shaded by her jet black hair that rested over one side of her face and was usually messy and unkempt but held together with a cat ear headband which she was almost never seen without.
She was on that list that Bess mentioned...
Ashley's eyes grew hungry as she watched the catgirl spring up for attempt after attempt, seemingly enjoying the game and attempting to pretend that the girls weren't being mean to her, only being cheeky and playful. The face of a dark-haired Korean boy that rested on one of Kiera's breasts seemed to smile and jiggle with every jump, a hypnotising sight that Ashley had trouble breaking free from as she approached.
Reaching over Caitlin, Ashley took the book and made her way to the corner of the hallway, "Here kitty! We're gonna play fetch!" Ashley's wrist jangled with jewellery and bangles as she shook the book like a pet toy before skimming it all the way down the hallway floor in a single move that would have impressed an Olympic curler.
She turned back to her friends as the blur that was Kiera Longford skittered off down the hall after her book. "What? You guys are adopting retarded kittens now?" Ashley asked with a contemptible snarl.
"We was only having fun, she seemed to like it anyway." Caitlin begrudgingly admitted.
"Were. You were, only having fun with her, not was."
"I swear she's been following us recently, every time we go anywhere she's there, the only place that bitch won't go is near a vet." Terri burst into laughter at her own joke and Caitlin joined in with her. Even Ashley had to admit it was funny.
Their laughter was interrupted as Katy Perez passed them by and evil looks sharp as daggers shot across the hallway. Katy was a punk girl, evidenced by enough piercings to reliably piss off airport security and a shaved side of her head.
A shame, that violet and ebony hair combo works so well for her. Sad that she's nuttier than a 10lb fruitcake.
Her slightly bronzed skin and Latin features made her a stand out beauty in the school, even with the ear gauges and over reliance on dark gothic makeup. There was a slight jingle as she stomped her way through the school, owing either to the nose piercings, lip piercings or the numerous chains which seemed to dangle from an ever-present sleeveless leather vest that Katy took pride in showing, had "Bulletproof bitch" stitched across the back.
It seemed Katy's name was never not being called to the principal's office, a talent achieved by a rotten punk attitude and her constant attempts to skip school and start trouble wherever she went. "What're you witches cackling at? One of your spells to grow a brain finally worked?" Called out Katy as she passed. Terri and Caitlin were momentarily shaken, uncertain of how to handle a girl who might well punch them in the face if they spoke out.
"Oh, my, god, someone call Marilyn Manson and tell him his dog is loose again!" Ashley fired back, now joined by choruses of, "Dyke!" "Loser!" from Terri and Caitlin.
"Shut up bimbo! You better not use all your thoughts for the day or you won't know which lube to let Mike use on you later! Head girl pussy bro!"
Bimbo?! Yeah I'm tall, blonde and sexy... wait, did she just call me sexy? She's not on the list but...
"Oooh, someone jealous? Or just confused about every aspect of life from their gender to their fashion sense?" Katy formed a "V" with her fingers and flicked her tongue up and down them before flipping the girls off and continued down the hallway.
Why does she have to be such a bitch with an ass like that? Those leather pants look like they're about to explode... I'll make her mine somehow.
Turning to Terri and Caitlin she could visibly see the uncertainty and fear on their faces, both had glowing childlike eyes which seemed to beg for direction and protection from her. "Fuck her."
"Yeah totally."
"Her face is like, 90% black eyeliner anyway." The last comment from Caitlin earned a raised eyebrow from Ashley, wondering if Caitlin herself understood that eyeliner was used only around the eye.
A buzz in her bra caught her attention instead, a message from Bess, containing a video no less. In the week since Ashley and her had first hooked up, Bess had sent a picture every day, often topless with her face neatly out of shot, with captions like, 'Wouldn't my boobs look prettier with handprints on them?' 'I can't go near the changing room without blushing now!'
