Eighteen year old redhead Crystal McLaren slumped over her desk, barely holding her head up and stifling a yawn as her history teacher droned on in front of the class.
Her creamy fair and freckled skin looked extra pale today. Her usually bright grey eyes looked tired and her jaw was aching from exhaustion, having been kept wide open the night before at her new job. Her neck had a cramp in it from all of the head bobbing and her lips were sore and bright red even though she was wearing no lip gloss. Crystal's long wavy red hair was a mess, tumbling down her back in fiery swirls, uncombed and wild.
Crystal was wearing her usual school uniform, though it was even sloppier today than usual. Her white school blouse was already unbuttoned halfway down to reveal a grey tank top low cut enough to show off some serious creamy cleavage and even hints of her white bra. Her blue tartan school skirt was riding up her bare thighs as she slouched in her seat. Her overknee stockings, grey ones today, were hastily pulled on in the morning and disheveled.
Crystal was turning over in her mind the heady events of the previous evening, landing a job selling her mouth to total strangers at an adult store, the money she made and would be making, her distant plans to get out of this town now on the cusp of being made real.
"Ms McLaren, would you care to enlighten us on the significance of the Battle of Fort Sumter, since you seem to be so deep in thought?" asked her teacher, Mr Hardy as he leered at her, suddenly snapping her back to the reality of the classroom.
"Um, I'm not sure," said Crystal.
Mr Hardy seemed to flick his gaze down to Crystal's cleavage for a moment before continuing.
"Your lack of effort is a serious issue, Ms McLaren. See me after school today," said Mr Hardy sternly.
"But-" Crystal began. She needed to get to her new job after school.
"No excuses, or I will have to start giving detentions if you are not willing to talk about how to improve your effort and your grades."
"Fine," said Crystal as she slumped back in her seat again. She could hear a few other students giggling and tittering behind her.
**
The bells rang for lunch period and the students at Madison Ashley High School sauntered out of class.
Crystal was still figuring out how she could best get out of her meeting with Mr Hardy as fast as possible so she could get down to the shops for her evening shift. She walked absent mindedly down the corridor to her locker, where she found a few of her classmates waiting for her.
Stephanie Summer was there looking dazzling as usual with her silky straight brown hair and green eyes. The petite brunette's uniform was in a much better state than Crystal's, her blouse still buttoned up but tight around her small figure and her blue tartan skirt short and dainty. Steph was the quintessential preppy doll in appearance. In reality she was something of a stoner and partier. The combination meant she was one of the most popular girls in school, and guys were constantly trying to date her or hook up with her.
Steph was chatting with another of their friends, Hazel, an athletic girl on the school volleyball team with dirty blonde hair tied into a high rough ponytail. Hazel wasn't as busty as Crystal or as cute and prim as Steph, but she had a slender, fit physique and a natural bronze tan from all the sport she played. Like Crystal, Hazel was wearing her uniform very casually, her blouse completely unbuttoned and tied off at the midriff over a tight black sports tank top. She was also wearing her school skirt short but with no stockings or long socks.
Both Steph and Hazel were in the Blowjob Brigade with Crystal and they were apparently waiting for the young redhead to talk urgent Brigade business.
"Crystal, there you are! Come quick, we got to get into the art room now," said Steph excitedly. "We've got some dicks to suck!"
"Apparently some of the guys have put in cash for a blowjob race. Winner takes all. You down for it, Crystal?" asked Hazel with a hand on her hip.
"I don't know, how much is in the pot?" asked Crystal, not that keen at putting her sore jaw to work again so soon.
"Fifty bucks," said Steph. "Jeremy and Cody put in fifteen each and Luke put in a twenty. He couldn't get the cash out fast enough when I said I would get you into it."
"Yeah, I think he has the hots for you, Crystal," laughed Hazel. "You must have got his rocks off real good last night!"
"Just some quick head in his parked car. No big deal," said Crystal dismissively.
"Sounds like you made an impression, but then again your mouth already has a reputation!" teased Steph.
"Yeah, what do the boys call you again? The Crystal Meth of Cocksucking? Once you get a hit you keep coming back," said Hazel, smirking.
"Whatever," said Crystal coolly, "I'll still blow both you bitches away in the race."
"Ooh, those are fighting words," said Steph, idly playing with her shiny brunette hair. "Bet you can't compete with my deep throat."
"Well let's go put it to the test already!" said Hazel. "Besides, we all know the guys don't last very long so it will just come down to who hasn't had a jerk off this morning."
The three girls all cracked up laughing at that and began making their way over to the art room.
A short while later and Cody ushered the three eighteen year old girls into the darkened art room, before locking the door behind them.
"I got the keys for break period because I said I had to get some painting done, but we got to be out of here before class starts," said Cody, jangling the keys as he showed the girls towards a couch at the back of the room.
"Figured we'd use this room because they got this chill couch," said Cody, showing off the three seat sofa. "Wish we could smoke some pot right now but it would stink up the room."
Cody was a very laid back stoner with a talent for art and was on friendly terms with most people. That allowed him to get away with a lot more than most students could. Naturally he was a pretty popular customer of the Blowjob Brigade. His cute mop of curly brown hair and tall body didn't hurt either in terms of looks. Not surprisingly, he scored his fair share of free blowjobs with the girls.
Jeremy and Luke were also in the room, waiting excitedly as the girls filed in.
"Hey Crystal!" Luke said as he caught sight of her. "How awesome was last night?"
Steph and Hazel giggled and whispered to each other behind Luke as Crystal rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, great," said Crystal, blushing, but not looking back at him.
Jeremy meanwhile had already taken a seat in the middle of the couch, sitting back with his legs spread wide.
"Alright, so the girls have agreed to do a head race." Cody began. "No fancy rules, first girl to make their guy cum and shows off the load is the winner, gets all the cash in the pot. The girls can use their mouths, hands, tits, whatever but nothing below the waist. Guys, you can grab hair, push her head down if your girl is cool with it, feel up her tits, just no self wanking. Guys get to pick the girls."
"Awww, no fair," said Steph.
"Let's get on with it, ok? We don't have much time," said Crystal.
"Take a seat, fellas," said Cody as he dropped onto one side of the couch and Luke quickly followed, sitting on the other end, with Jeremy sitting between them.
"Yeah, so wants who?" asked Hazel.
"I pick Crystal!" said Jeremy immediately, earning a furious look from Luke. "What? You got her last night? I haven't tried her yet."
Luke wasn't amused. "Fine, I'll take Steph then."
Steph and Hazel were giggling hysterically by this point seeing Luke and Jeremy fight over Crystal. Cody didn't seem bothered in the least, however.
"Which means I get the lovely Hazel, no complaints here," said Cody.
"Come on down Crystal, I got a big juicy load saved up for you," smiled Jeremy as he patted his crotch.
Crystal shot a quick glance at Luke, before moving in front of Jeremy and kneeling between his legs. Luke looked incredibly jealous and Crystal felt a little smug. Jeremy simply began gawking as he looked down Crystal's top at her tight creamy cleavage.
