Jennifer Sawyer was enjoying life.
Harry Youle was irritating at times but he worshipped her. She only had to snap her fingers and she was getting gifts, anything that she wanted. His father had even found a work experience position for her. Everything felt back to normal after the weirdness with Jake. She was excited.
She had got a lot of attention from girl friends who heard the rumours about Jake. They all wanted to know how she'd got free of him, what she'd done, and some unsubtle questions about how far he'd forced her to go. She was evasive, playing up a slight loss of memory, presumably caused by the drugs. It allowed her friends to add their own spin to it which made the rumours that much more difficult to track and easier for her to deny if they ever came back to her.
She lapped up the attention.
Even her mother had somehow heard the rumours and had asked her if they were true! How satisfying to see the plan to smear Jake working so thoroughly. Everyone remotely associated with him was reevaluating how they thought of Jake. It was delicious. Even if Harry kept trying to take credit for it. She even heard that Jake had lost his job. That'd teach the bastard for making her feel something for him.
Occasionally, a very small part of her thought they'd gone a bit too far. That the rumours had got out of hand. That what she'd done was a massive overreaction. But then her spiteful anger rallied her and she reminded herself that anyone that could do that to her deserved everything that he got.
She went back to admiring her reflection and wondering what to ask Harry for next.
Harry was also enjoying life.
He was almost fully recovered now. He'd got to third base with Jennifer and he was totally smitten with her. She was everything that he deserved - hot, intelligent, sexy. She'd give it up soon for some Youle loving and he couldn't wait. He had it all planned out. He'd get her drunk on champagne and then convince her to come up to his room where he'd decorate the place with a massive range of condoms for her to choose from. And then he'd fuck the shit out of the teasing minx.
Every time he thought about his plan he'd get rock hard and have to disappear to the bathroom and rub one out.
The only thing that bothered him were the nightmares. He still woke up every night in a sweaty funk of fear. He'd actually cried out one night and his mother had come through to check on him. He laughed it off as being a rugby related dream where he was being picked for England. He was pretty sure that he'd got away with it.
He lay back on his bed luxuriating in how the rumours had taken off.
They'd taken it slowly, asking people if they'd heard about the McConnell party. Dropping the hint that Jake had been bragging about his conquests there and that he'd drugged and raped six girls including Chrissie. He had enjoyed coming up with the rape scenarios. How the girls had been abused. He made a point of telling Jenny to make sure that the rumour was that Chrissie had been sodomised. Bitch.
He catalogued it all in an old exercise book, making sure which story had gone to which girl. In each one he'd then come up with more and more elaborate detail on what he'd do to each of those fine bitches if he had the chance.
He really wished that he had that date rape drug and not Jake. He started to stroke himself just thinking about it.
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When she heard the rumours, of course from Ami, Christine had been furious.
She'd been riding the high of rubbing Fiona's nose in her Jake fuck victory. But her little Jake fantasy with her friends had been a complete washout and she'd even woken up with her face in Ami's ugly little cunt. Eww.
How had that happened? She still couldn't understand it. She remembered going upstairs but she must have been drunker than she thought. And waking up...like that...had been gross. Seeing Ami's ugly, hopeful little face looking at her was horrific. Nearly as bad as the smell of stale alcohol and pussy.
It had taken full on bitch mode to get everyone to keep that to themselves.
And then there were rumours of rape? And drugs? Her little scheme to rub Fiona Davis's bitch face in it had been fun at the time but being remotely associated with Jake now was toxic. She spent the whole week denying anything had happened and that it had been a mistake that Jake was even there.
Usually she would have been crowing about stealing Jake from Fiona and then dumping him but this whole thing was out of control. It was getting to the point that her parents were asking questions because someone at the golf club had told her Dad that people had been date raped at the party.
What the actual fuck?!
She was usually the one starting this stuff. Dealing with the fallout was work. She was usually the one setting the agenda and this was nothing but a pain in the arse. And not the sort that she dreamed about.
She stopped herself there.
She had planned to use Jake's body, ditch him and then use him to fuck over that bitch Fiona. Simple. But down by the boathouse he had taken her deeper into her own desires than she had ever thought that she wanted to go. It was like he'd looked into some of her deepest, darkest fantasies and taken her there.
And how she'd loved it.
Just thinking about him standing behind her with that wooden oar, his ripped body and hard cock at attention, in total control and about to fuck her...and her absolutely powerless to do anything about it.
Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkk!
All it took were a couple of fingers in the right place and she was gone. Christine couldn't believe that she was acting this way but there was no denying how hot it made her. She desperately wanted a repeat performance, maybe one that involved lube and her virgin arsehole. Just thinking about it sent shivers through her.
But of course Jake was toxic. With the current rumours flying round she couldn't very well call Jake. She huffed, unused to being told that she couldn't do anything. She looked across to her mobile phone, the latest Nokia 6310. She scrolled through fantasising about calling Jake.
Dammit she couldn't.
But Ami could.
She had given Ami her old brick of a phone, the flick out thing that they'd used on the Matrix. She picked up her phone and dialled. As ever Ami picked up on the second ring regardless of whether it was day or night. It was pathetic really.
"Ami sweetheart."
"Chrissie, great to hear from you."
Ami's voice was faintly guarded. Chrissie never called her sweetheart unless she was after something.
"Darling, I need a small favour. You know those ghastly rumours about Jake at my party? Well it's left some unfinished business. I can't call him and confirm any rumours but maybe you could invite him over on Saturday? Nothing serious, just a chance to...spend some more time together."
"Of course I can, Chrissie. On Saturday? Doesn't he work on Saturdays?"
"Ami! You were the one that told me he'd been fired. He'll be pleased to have something to do." Someone to do anyway.
"Oh, that's right. I'll call him in a bit and text you. Shall I come over too..?"
Ami felt so pathetic asking but she couldn't help herself.
"No, I don't think so. But could you organise some lunch? I'm sure that we'll work up an appetite."
There was a slight delay before Ami answered.
"OK, Chrissie."
"Thanks Ami, you're a love. Later."
The line went dead.
