Hey! Sorry it's been so long but I've had some people ask me to write some stories for them. But I want to finish this story so I'm going to focus on it for a bit, this is just a little section to get back into it.
All the characters are over 18! And the characters aren't based on real people, unless you want them to be, it's your imagination!
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I watched in awe as Stacey slid a pair of Annabel's pink panties up her smooth legs. Her legs and ass were similar size to Annabel so the panties fit fairly snugly. The top she had pulled from her cupboard was a different story.
I felt heat rise to my face, and my trapped dick as I watched Stacey try and shove her giant boobs into one of her daughter's small tops.
"So let me get this straight," she said as she finally managed to get her body into the shirt, "there are about 20 football players and a few crazy cheerleaders trying to... what capture us?"
"Yes," Amanda said.
"And they took our phones!" Amy said, "and mine was brand new!"
"Okay we get it Amy, you have the new iPhone," another girl said, "that's not the most important thing right now."
"Well it does have three cameras," Amy said softly.
"Okay here's what's going to happen," Stacey said, sitting down on Annabel's bed, she looked down at her daughter, who was trying to apply some sort of cream to her beaten ass. "Your all going to do as I say and we are going to get past these stupid teen boys, then I'm going to kill the bitchs that did this to my daughter. Sound good?"
"That would be amazing," I said, "But how do you plan on getting past a bunch of guys who are all bigger and stronger than us?"
"Are any of them gay?" Stacey asked.
"One of them is bi I think," a girl chipped in.
"Then this shouldn't take too long," Stacey said. I gave her a confused look and she rolled her eyes at me. "We have a room full of teenage girls," she explained, "ranging from fucking hot to slightly fuckable. All we need to do is teach them how to flirt and the football players will melt like butter."
"We can flirt just fine thank you," a taller girl said.
"Oh really?" Stacey asked, she grabbed me by the shirt and threw me into the center of the room. "Pretend this is a football player, he is about to grab you and turn you over to this bitch Julia you all seem so scared of. You have ten seconds to make him forget about his job, go."
I stood in the middle of the room for a second, as nothing happened.
Was I supposed to do something?
"Can you not use my boyfriend to demonstrate this please?" Annabel complained from the bed.
"It's okay Bell," Stacey said, "it's just an experiment."
The tall girl from my english class smoothly lifted her tight white top over her head, exposing her white bra and smooth, medium-sized breasts.