The light of a bright full moon illuminated the wide dirt road as Michelle walked along the edge. In the distance behind her, she could still hear the music from the North Shore Country Club - site of the Senior Prom. It seemed to the 18-year-old brunette that she had been walking for well over an hour, but a glance at her watch told her it was only five past two. Only a half-hour had passed since she'd broken up with her boyfriend, Bobby.
The night had started off perfect enough, much like that of any Senior Prom. All the girls had looked radiant in their prom dresses, the guys dressed to kill in their suits. At the center of it all had been Michelle Petrocelli and Bobby Fortuna, everyone's odds on favorites to be elected King and Queen of Prom Night.
All through senior year, they had been the perfect couple. Bobby, the star quarterback of the All State Championship Team, and Michelle the leader of the cheerleader squad. Behind the scenes they'd had their ups and downs, but no more than any other couple their age. Bobby was always trying to score both on and off the field. Michelle always on the defensive, letting him score a first down now and then, but holding the line against a touchdown.
That had been her game plan, but one which she planned to change tonight. Unknown to Bobby, Michelle had made up her mind to let him have her 'precious pearl' as her grandmother used to refer to it. Up to this point, they had confined their activities to heavy petting and recently the addition of oral sex to their back seat adventures. Of course Bobby's definition of oral meant that Michelle performed it on him but he didn't necessarily have to reciprocate.
So it was no surprise to Michelle when Bobby announced about one o'clock that they should get out of there and he had something really special planned. It was no secret that several couples had already relocated to various motels in the area where several of her classmates had already surrendered their pearls.
With a smile in anticipation of what she knew was ahead, Michelle followed Bobby out into the parking lot. What did surprise her was finding Bobby's best friend, Jack Nelson, waiting by their car.
"What's Jack doing here?" She asked Bobby in a low voice as she held tightly onto his arm. "Are we giving him a life home?"
"Well I figured it would be more fun if we all went down to the Lantern Inn together." Bobby replied.
"I guess we could give him and Connie a lift." Michelle answered as she looked around the parking lot for Connie Foster, Jack's girlfriend. "Where's Connie?" she asked when she saw no sign of her classmate.
"Connie's parents already picked her up." Jack said nonchalantly, "It's just going to be the three of us."
At first, Michelle thought it was a joke, until she saw the serious look on Bobby's face. He really expected her to let Jack join the two of them.
"Are you out of your mind?" She yelled, pulling her arm away from him and taking a few steps backward. "Do you think I'm some whore who's going to roll over for one of your friends?"
"Calm down baby," Bobby hushed. "It's not like that at all."
"It better not be!" she replied, trying to regain her calm.
"Of course not," he continued. "It's not like I want you to spread your legs for him or anything like that. I'm saving that special treat for me." he added with a little laugh.
Michelle's face registered only confusion.
"I just want you to give him a little head."
"What?" she gasped; sure she had heard him wrong.
"It's not like you've never given a blow job before," he clarified. "And I have to say, you are good at it."
Michelle's normally pale face turned a bright crimson as her temper fared to a level she hadn't reached since she was twelve. All the nights she had laid awake planning how special she wanted this to be, and now Bobby expected her to act like she was some cheap hooker.
"Are you out of your fucking mind!" Michelle exploded, her voice carrying across the parking lot.
"Baby, quiet down." Bobby intoned. "Someone is going to hear you."
"I don't care." she replied, unable to believe that this was the guy she was going to give up her virginity for.
"You don't understand," Bobby went on in a lower tone, hoping she would follow suit. "I'm in a lot of trouble. The only reason I got to play in the Championship Game was that I managed to pass the Math and English finals. And the only reason I was able to do that was because I bought copies of the tests from Jack. Now I owe him five hundred dollars."
"You cheated on the finals?" Michelle asked.
"If I didn't play in the Championship I could've kissed that scholarship to Northern State goodbye. Then where would I be?"
"I don't understand any of this. What does that have to do with us and Jack."
"I don't have the money." he answered. "My Dad had promised it to me as a graduation gift, but when he found the copies of the tests in my room he said I wasn't going to get it."
Michelle still didn't understand.
"Jack and I worked out a deal." he concluded. "He's always had the hots for you, ever since freshman year. You take care of him, just this once and he'll give me all summer to get the money. Otherwise some of his friends are going to break something on me that's going to make my playing days over for good."
Full clarity finally filled her face.
"You lousy goddamn bastard!" she thundered as she slapped Bobby's face with all the strength she could muster. "If that's all I ever meant to you, then you can get down and blow him yourself!"
With that she turned and ran as fast as she could down the walkway leading back to the road. Bobby made no effort to stop her, even though he knew it was a ten-mile walk back to Ridgewood Falls.
"Stupid cunt!" she heard him call after her as she ran. "There's a dozen girls at this dance alone who'd lift their dresses in a minute to be my girlfriend!"
So there she was, less than a half-mile down the road and already tired of walking. Prom dress and heels made a lousy outfit for hiking. The gown had been a gift from her parents, costing more than Bobby had paid for those tests. By the time she made it home, it wouldn't be worth more than a washrag.
"Shit!" she muttered under her breath as her heel caught in a small hole. "The way this night is going it'll probably rain next."
Fifteen aching minutes later, Michelle heard the sound of a car coming down the road from the direction of the club. Moving to the other side of the road to give it plenty of passing room, she could soon see the headlights come into view.
"Oh God," she though as the lights grew larger. "What if it's Bobby?"
When he hadn't come right after her, she figured he'd taken the other road home. Now she didn't want to face him.
As the car approached and slowed to a stop, Michelle saw that it was definitely not Bobby. Instead of the battered old Tercel that her now ex-boyfriend drove, Michelle was standing next to a 1999 chrome blue corvette convertible.
"Strange time for a nature walk." said a soft feminine voice from the car.
The driver's side door opened and out stepped one of the most beautiful women Michelle had ever seen. Almost a half foot taller than her own 5 ft 2, the woman had light blonde hair done up in an elaborate style. A low cut red evening gown barely contained an ample bosom, the size of which Michelle could only envy. Many were the times the young girl had stolen secret looks at her classmates in the showers and locker room, concealing her disappointment at her own 32-inch bust. Hanging between the crevice of the older woman's mounds was an oval shaped diamond the likes of which Michelle had only see in fashion magazines. Resting on the ring finger of her left hand was a wedding and engagement ring set that matched the necklace.
"I had a fight with my boyfriend," Michelle stuttered. "I guess I should've made sure I had a ride home first."
It was only at that moment that Michelle realized how incredibly stupid she'd been. It would've been easy to have just gone back up the road and gotten a ride from someone else, or just even called a cab. She had been so furious at Bobby that she hadn't been thinking right.
Her face also paled more than normal when she realized how dangerous a walk down this road at this time of the night could be. Never mind the chance that she might get hit by a car or attacked by some animal in the woods. What if the car that stopped had been filled with a bunch of drunken guys from the Prom? She could've wound up gang-banged or worse, left for dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Are you okay?" the older woman asked in a concerned voice.
"I'm okay," Michelle replied, the color coming back to her face. "I guess it just hit me how idiotic it was for me to take off on my own like I did."
"Can't say I haven't been there myself at one time or another," the driver said. "Making stupid decisions I mean. Can I at least offer you a ride."
"Could you ever!" Michelle exclaimed as she took a step forward and was reminded how sore her feet were.
"Hop in," the woman said as she got back into the small car and unlocked the passenger door. "My names Samantha Clark - Worthington, but my friends just call me Sam." she smiled.
"Michelle Petrocelli." came the reply as the younger girl ran around to the other side of the car.
Settling into the passenger seat of the two seater, Michelle had a better chance to assess her rescuer. Her best guess was that Samantha was in her early 30's and Michelle hoped she looked that good in a dozen years. The designer gown she wore made the Prom Dress that she had spent so much time choosing look like the rag she had earlier envisioned it becoming. It had to have cost more than her Dad made in a month. As the car roared down the road, Michelle felt she should be on one of those late night soaps her Mother loved, surrounded by this much elegance.
"Care to talk about it?" Samantha asked after they had been driving a few minutes.
"It's kind of embarrassing."
"Sometimes it helps," came the reply as Samantha turned and smiled at her. "I promise I won't think any less of you. And I think it would be easier to talk to a stranger than your parents."
"Ain't that the truth." Michelle laughed.
Something about the friendly manner the older woman projected made Michelle want to open up. Before she knew it, she was telling the whole story of how she planned to give Bobby her most precious gift, and instead wound up being asked to play the whore to help pay off a debt.
"I'm nobody's door prize." she said as she concluded her story.
"You're better off without him, Honey," Samantha said as she made a wide turn. "He was a stupid bastard."
"And I think he was planning a lot more that what he was saying." she added as she looked out into the dark woods rolling past. "Why else would he want Jack to come back to the Inn with us. If all he wanted was for me to blow him I could've done that in the car. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that."
