Recap: Janine is in a daze and her mind is shot with delusions about sex and "all sorts of nasty things" since her encounter with Brad Wheeler that morning (Ch. 4). Her most recent delusion brought on a wild sixty-nine session with Coach Carter, the father of Natasha's boyfriend Drew (Ch. 7). That's exactly where this story begins.
Janine came to her senses and it didn't take long to realise something was very amiss. Her right hand was firmly wrapped around an angry purple cock and she had a feeling the sticky stuff on her face was not sunscreen. Better yet, there was a heavyset body underneath her and she could feel someone's hot breath fanning her crotch. Oh dear.
"Janine, Janine, are you okay?" She was almost too afraid to turn around, but she knew the voice. Drew's father? Coach Carter? What just happened? She tried to hold them back, but she could feel hot tears streaming down her face. They mixed with the creamy stuff on her face and fell in white globs on to the coach's jeans. Luckily they were dark, or the stains would be very obvious. As if the other ropes of his cum all over the crotch of his jeans were not damning enough.
Coach Carter sat upright and enveloped the sobbing girl in his arms. Moments earlier he felt like a million bucks. Now he just felt like a million tons of shit. What had he done? "Janine, are you conscious?" He chose his words carefully to avoid taking responsibility. "You seemed to be in a trance. Like you were drugged or something. Then you attacked me. I tried to stop you, but you..."
I told you that you just want all sorts of nasty things to be done to you.
Janine heard herself say in her mind.
Don't blame the Coach, you asked him to help you. And now, you know who I am.
"You're me," Janine whispered as the Coach continued his soliloquy in his defence.
Bingo. I'm you and you're me. I'm the you that you've repressed for so long. Brad has only done you a service in bringing me out of your shell.
Brad Wheeler. Ever since that morning when he spoke the key words that sent her day into utter chaos, she had been fighting the voices in her head. Now she knew the voices were her own. The repressed personality that had always been screaming for attention in her quiet, meek exterior. Was she bi-polar, or schizophrenic? She had no clue. But since she knew where the voice was coming from, it felt like a moment of calm had settled upon her. It was like the veil had been lifted.
Coach Carter hugged Janine close to his chest, and it shook her out of her reverie. "You're safe now. I've got you." He whispered in her ear.
"Thank you Coach for all your help. I think I should go home now." Janine respectfully broke from his embrace and got to her feet.
"Um, you should probably clean your face." The coach stated the obvious as he offered her a box of tissues. She did the best she could and he did the same to his jeans before shoving his still-hard member back into their tight confines.
"I should ask Natasha to give me a ride home."
"No, let me. She'll be stuck here with Drew all night anyway." Drew and Natasha were neck-deep in a football game on the TV with half of his football team.
Janine thought to argue, but knew that he was right. They piled into his Dodge truck and she gave him directions to her place. They did not talk much on the way, both deep in thought, weighing the consequences of their recent dalliance.
"Coach, I have a favour to ask of you," Janine finally broke the silence.
"What is it Janine?"
"Please don't tell anyone what happened tonight." Coach Carter almost crowed in victory. He had much more to lose if she gave him up to her parents or to the cops. But it was her that wanted to keep it mum.
"I won't, as long as you tell me what is going on with you."
"It's a long story."
"We can always stop somewhere for you to finish the story before I send you home. I bet that's the best idea."
"Yes, of course it is the best idea." Janine repeated automatically.
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Coach Carter had found them a quiet turn off to chat and Janine spilt the beans about her inability to resist dares and bets. She left out the juicy bits from her encounters in the mall but confided that Brad's subliminal message was destroying her from the inside without divulging the nature of his dare.
"That is terrible!" the coach exclaimed.
"I've had massive headaches and horrible dreams since."
"I can only imagine what you're going through."
Even without her detailed explanation, his imagination was pretty spot on. A young pretty girl like Janine would be eaten alive by anyone who knew her secret.
"I wonder if it's possible to reverse the spell," he mused.
"I tried! I dared myself in the mirror to forget Brad's command, or to forget the passphrase, or even to forget everything, but it never worked!" Janine seemed to be at the verge of bursting into tears again.
"Perhaps it is not something that you can do on your own? Would you let me try?"
"Sure. Please do whatever you can. I'll do anything to get rid of this curse!"
Girls should never say things like that, Coach Carter thought to himself. It opens the door to too many bad thoughts and bad people. Janine was too young and too naive to know all the things that he knew.
"Okay, let's start with some easy items. What dares can you remember?"
Janine blushed a deep shade of red that was thankfully hidden by the darkness. The sun was low in the sky and was behind her so she felt safe that the coach hadn't seen her embarrassment. Which dare was innocuous enough to be shared?
"I think Janine must have said something about my clothes. I never wore skirts before this week, but ever since Professor Dawson's class, I have worn only skirts. I really like skirts now though."
