I swung my overnight bag on to my other shoulder as I walked and I wondered at Cindy's message. She's told me to come for the night, not to invite any of our friends, and to be prepared for a night worth remembering. I didn't know what to expect but I did know her parents were gone for the week and we would have the house to ourselves. I had packed my new nail polish and my big curlers.
Cindy met me at the door. Her eyes were shining with excitement, or was it something else? She dragged me into the living room and settled me in an easy chair. I noticed it had been moved out away from the corner where it usually sat.
"Brenda, remember that ugly piece-of-crap ring my aunt left me?" She held up her hand to show me the ring.
"Yeah, you said you wouldn't be caught dead wearing it."
"Man, I was so wrong." She grinned, "You should see... No, let me start at the beginning. You remember when you wanted Todd to ask you out? You remember how you felt when he treated you so bad?"
I nodded, still feeling the anger seethe in my tummy.
"And you know how the other jocks have treated us?"
Again I nodded. Cindy is not an ugly girl. Actually she's cute but can't compare to the cheerleaders with there blonde hair and big breasts. Cindy is a brunette with freckles, a wide smile, and nice boobies but not real big. I always thought I was ugly but Cindy tells me I am cute and have bigger breasts than hers. Yet these guys, these JOCKS, couldn't be bothered with us. They were always drooling over the likes of Jennie Lee, the cheer queen, or, the 'queer cheen' as we liked to call her.
"Well, what would you do if you could have all those guys here as your personal slaves?"
I stared at her. "What!?" I understood the words but they didn't make any sense. "What do you mean?"
"I'll show you." She picked up a little bell and rang it.
I heard someone in the hall and turned to look. Filing into the room was most of the football team led by Todd. I gasped when I realized all they had on for clothing was a little jock strap kind of thong that hid their privates. They lined up in the middle of the room in front of us and stood silently, hands behind their backs looking at us with hunger in their eyes.
"Cindy! What is this?"
"Remember that ring? I wore it for fun a few days ago and realized that I could get whatever I wanted while wearing it. I went into Jenny Jeans and picked up some new jeans and the salesman said I didn't have to pay, I could have them. The same thing happened all over the mall. Later I met Todd here and told him to jump into the fountain. He did! So I decided tonight you and I would have some fun."
"How?"
"These boys are our personal slaves for the night. We can tell them to do anything and they have to do it. Watch. Bill, rub my feet."
Bill immediately knelt at her feet and began to massage them. "Tommy, be a dear and bring me some of those grapes." Tommy left the room. Cindy grinned at me. "Just let your imagination run wild, Brendy, it's your night to live. You can do anything and I will tell them to forget about it in the morning."
I leaned back, shocked and excited. I looked at Todd standing there in his little thong. He was a good looking boy, well built with muscles on top of muscles. I grinned. This would be fun.
"Todd, rub my feet"
He knelt on the floor and began to massage my feet. I watched him work and then said, "Ralph, my shoulders need some work. Ralph stepped around to the head of the chair and began to knead my shoulders. It was heavenly. I winked at Cindy chewing on her grapes as Tommy fed them to her one by one.
"Brendy, how about we get into our bikinis and get some sun?"
"Great idea."
We slipped into her bedroom to change and then headed for the pool. I noticed her bikini was new and very skimpy. I could see pussy hairs around the edges of the bottom.
"You're gonna have to trim your pussy for that suit."
She looked down. "Hmm, you're right." She did some tucking and managed to make it better. "Maybe I'll get the boys to do it for me." She grinned at the thought.
Cindy's pool isn't all that large but it is secluded. I know that she and her mother lie out there topless sometimes. We relaxed on the loungers with the boys gathered around us. Tommy still carried the grapes. Cindy lay back and reached out to stroke the biceps of the boy nearest her, Ralph. She moved her hand to his chest playing with his nipples.
"Cindy, how do you know they will not remember any of this?"
"I experimented on Tommy," she said with a smile. "I made him kiss me in school last Tuesday and told him to forget that he'd done it. It was a good, long, romantic kiss. I made sure one of his buddies saw us. Later on I heard them kidding him about kissing me and he denied it ever happened. He even got into a fight to "prove" it. See his bruises?"