When its power was engaged, as now, the normally translucent wall panel effectively became a full width, full height, one-way mirror that looked into the rear “event room” at the club.
“I think you have a problem,” Judy remarked conversationally, taking in the view of the orgy in progress.
“Oh?” Paul crooked a brow at her before turning back to resume his study of the three large LCD displays stacked down the left side of the wall. They showed the viewpoints of the HD camcorders next door that were focused on the participants. He pressed a button on the remote in his hand, and the sounds of urgent panting emerged from concealed speakers.
Mariah lay on her back atop a sturdy coffee table, legs spread wide, as Jana knelt in front of her and repeatedly pumped her fist in and out of the redhead’s flowering pussy. Both girls were streaked with semen and their bodies glistened. Three boys stood around them, making crude comments and peeing on the pair, aiming their streams at Mariah’s breasts, Jana’s back and ass, and any skin that didn’t appear drenched already.
“That Ryan girl cornered me at the office,” Judy continued with a brief hitch in her voice. “She asked a number of awkward questions.”
Kevin had stepped into range of the cameras, his large reddened cock rampantly erect and quivering, and rammed it into Jana from behind so hard his cock seemed to lift her from the ground momentarily. The petite student president had to ignore the other girl and use both hands to brace herself against the table while he started to jackhammer her cunt.
The other boys pulled Mariah to the far end of the table and began slapping her repeatedly, paying special attention to her tits and ass. Most of the blows were punctuated by cries of “bitch,” “slut” and the like. Mariah’s panting grew deeper but she made no attempt to evade them, focusing instead on their hardening cocks.
“Yes, she’s been surprisingly persistent,” Paul agreed as he resumed the conversation. “I’ve felt rather under siege myself, as you know. I trust you had suitably appropriate answers?”
“Of course.” Judy drew a deep breath as she watched her sweet daughter writhe in ecstasy as she was triple-penetrated by the boys. “But it’s clear she’s suspicious, especially of your finances. I think she suspects the existence of your little operation here, too.”
Next door, Kevin pulled out and sprayed cum wildly over Jana’s back and hair. It was Paul’s turn for a brief sigh. “I’d hoped your little slut of a daughter would do a better job of distracting her.”
The panting on the speakers gave way to short grunts as Mariah’s partners clenched their buttocks and shuddered in orgasm. All three cameras captured the event in vivid detail.
“Okay, great, cut,” one of the cameramen instructed the participants. The boys began pulling away, but as her mouth emptied, Mariah screamed, “don’t leave me now, you fuckers!” She threw her weight backwards, pinning the stud in her ass, and wrapped her legs around the partner in front. The redhead commenced bucking wildly between them.
A groan from his side captured Paul’s attention. He turned to see Judy leaning against the wall, knees buckling as she tried to drive her hand up her sopping cunt.
“Yes, well, both of you are a tad flighty. I can’t fault her energy in the pursuit of Ryan and, um, Killian.” Perceiving Judy’s attention remained focused next door, Paul stepped to her side and pulled Judy’s hand free. “Unfortunately, both of you tend to forget this is supposed to be a team effort — and not a quest for personal gratification.” He twisted Judy’s arm down, immobilizing her.
Another press of the remote activated an intercom. “Get Mariah settled down, then get the others cleaned up and sent home,” Paul ordered the camera crew. “Then reset the cameras. I think it’s time SoWet Productions shot its first mother and daughter piercing video.”
That statement was punctuated by the spatter of Judy’s urine gushing onto the office carpet as her bladder voided itself. “And tell the cleaning crew to do my carpeting tonight.”
Zoe trudged glumly toward the Hyde cafeteria. The quarter was almost over, and what should have been a great morning had turned out just as frustrating as the last few months.
She’d finally gotten her long-sought, no-questions-barred, formal interview with Principal Edwards. Zoe wasn’t clear why he’d changed his mind after eluding her so successful and for so long. As far as she and Dean could determine, he didn’t live anywhere except at school. An ambush interview with Judy Haskell at her house had been intriguing but inconclusive, and frankly Zoe had been twitchy about being so close to Mariah’s “lair”.
Anyway, her talk with the principal had left her feeling icky. He oozed past her questions, smiling insincerely, rambled at length without making a point, and often provided worthless sound bites that didn’t even address the questions she asked.
As if that weren’t enough, it had been topped off with even less subtle than usual not-so-veiled hints from Ms. Petersen and Joanne that it was time to wrap up this series and start work on something new.
At least being around Dean always cheered her up, and he always made a sympathetic audience for her venting.
Zoe spotted him at their usual table as she made her way across the cafeteria with her lunch tray, but he wasn’t alone. Mariah was there.
Since their locker room heart-to-heart, Zoe had found she wasn’t as fearful of Mariah as she had been. Or at least, she wasn’t fearful of Mariah in the same way. Knowing why she and Dean were targets for Mariah’s attention was nice, even flattering, but didn’t remove the danger. Zoe respected the senior as an opponent who was much more intelligent and perceptive than first impressions suggested, and treated her the way one might a loaded gun that had no safety.
Now, Mariah was sitting on the table in front of Dean, legs spread to either side and doubtless presenting a very entertaining view. He wasn’t able to appreciate it because she was kissing him, cradling his head with both hands.
Zoe felt a surge of territorial possessiveness and increased her pace.
While she was still several tables away, Mariah broke the embrace with a laugh. She swung one leg slowly up and over Dean’s head — providing him with a serious beaver shot — and rose to saunter towards Zoe.
The blonde opened her mouth to issue a warning, but Mariah stepped right into her with a passionate kiss and a grab at her ass. Zoe was annoyed, but couldn’t help sucking a moment on Mariah’s tongue while she tried to balance the food on her tray. A few wolf whistles sounded from adjacent tables. “Any time, juicy-girl,” the tease reminded her, before continuing on her way.
Zoe finally made it to the table and nearly fell into her chair. Ironically, Dean wore an expression that matched her exasperation. “Don’t they know nothing is going on?” she asked.
“Nope,” he smiled. “You know Mariah.” It was a common complaint. Everybody knew the senior cut a wide swath through the student body. Misguided — to Zoe’s mind — rumors of a hookup between herself and Mariah were common knowledge on campus the same day it had happened. Everybody — except Zoe, apparently — had known Mariah had given Dean a hand job at Spots. The difference, to the public eye, was that whereas Mariah was infamously casual in her liaisons, her repeated and public attentions to Dean and Zoe suggested something even steamier must be going on in private.
The knowing looks from neighbors added to the frustrations of the morning. Zoe took a long pull from her water bottle, which quenched her thirst but not her emotions. “This place is making me crazy.”
“Mariah is making me crazy,” Dean rejoined.
“She’s the least of my annoyances,” sighed Zoe. Collecting herself, she proceeded to recount her experiences of the morning between bites of her sandwich and sips of water.
Finally, she summarized, “They’ve got me locked on the outside.” After a growl of frustration, Zoe added, “I’m never going to learn about what’s going on this way.”
Dean captured her hand and squeezed it. “We’ll think of something.” The pair shared a contemplative silence.
“Mariah,” Zoe decided. “It feels like she’s in the middle of everything.”
“She is Principal Edwards’ little brown-noser,” Dean agreed. “Her offhand comments seem to have been more interesting than anything you’ve gotten elsewhere, and she’s always going around with her mom. She probably knows a lot, and could learn more if she wanted to.”
He hesitated before continuing. “And you have a good chance of getting it from her, seeing as how she’s hot for you.”
Zoe, in the middle of another pull of water from her bottle, choked. “What?!” She caught her breath. “What about you? Look at the way she was coming on before I got here!”
“Ummm,” stalled Dean, “that may be… Although sometimes I think I’m just a way for her to get at you, nothing personal. But I think you might have more opportunities to get close to her. And frankly, I’m a little scared to be alone with her!”
“Dean, I don’t know. I love you. I told her that, just like I told you — even if I was a bit tardy.” Zoe smiled sheepishly. “I’m not going to change now. Why would she believe me?”
“Well, two things,” he responded. “I don’t think Mariah treats these things the way you do, so she may not think a little physical gratification has anything to do with our relationship.” Zoe nodded, although she wondered if perhaps the redhead understood her well enough to know she didn’t share that attitude.
“And I’m not saying you should do anything. She only needs to think you might; you know, encourage her a bit.”
Zoe thought the prospect of encouraging Mariah felt more than a bit like feeding raw meat to a tiger. “Okay, mister. But you’re gonna owe me, big-time.”
“Big time?” Dean teased. “You’re the one that started this little expose. I’ll only owe you little time. Like, say, dinner and a movie?” He directed an inquiring look at her.
“Dinner, movie, and you go down on me this time,” she counter-offered with a smile.
“You drive a hard bargain!” They toasted each other with their water bottles.
As usual, Zoe and Claudia sat next to each other on the bus ride home. Claudia, also as usual, had wasted no time in shucking her bra. She massaged out the itch in her ornamented nipple, but Zoe paid no attention to her friend.
All of the passengers, Zoe included, were sneaking furtive looks at the couple fucking noisily on the back seat. They were effectively anonymous, heads out of view, and dressed in the same uniform everybody else wore. Their moans were arousing, but not distinctive.
Her date with Dean had been on her mind already, and this was really getting Zoe worked up. She caught her hand drifting towards her damp pussy and jerked it back to her side. “Couldn’t they wait?” she hissed to Claudia.
“Who’d want to, Jo — Zoe?” sighed Claudia. “I could use a good fuck about now.”
“Yeah,” whispered Zoe, nearly inaudible. She began chewing on her lip.
Other viewers were less amused. Paul sighed as he turned away from the monitor on his desk to face Hannah Petersen and Mariah Haskell. Zoe’s conflicted expression was visible in the corner of the monochrome fisheye video, and tinny moans emerged from the speakers framing the monitor.
“Hannah, you’re the guidance counselor. I trust you will stress to your students that this is unacceptable behavior.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll have a talk with, um,” — Hannah paused to peer more closely at the screen and listen to an unusually loud squeal — “Crystal, Tony, and the others and remind them they need to restrain themselves off campus. Would you like to take any disciplinary action?” She waited hopefully for his reply.
Mariah had lost interest in the conversation. Instead she held Paul’s office stapler, opened flat. Lips moist and parted, she slowly and methodically began driving staples through her blouse into her breasts. She jerked slightly at each squeeze, panting with a mixture of pain and excitement.
“No discipline,” Paul decided. “We have more important matters before us. It’s time to end this farce with Zoe Ryan. I don’t like having to waste my time dancing around with these damn ‘interviews’ and I want an end to her digging. Hannah, I thought I made it clear this project was to be ended!”
“I’m working on it,” Hannah protested. “I had a very firm discussion with her this afternoon and told her to stop any further work.” She felt it necessary to leave a little wiggle room, and explained, “but Zoe isn’t very tractable — she’s very committed to doing things her own way. I thought perhaps Joanne, as editor, could help, but she seems to be unusually distracted lately and I don’t think Zoe takes her seriously. But I promise today will be the end of it.”
“Mmpfh.” Paul was unsatisfied but didn’t sense any more could be gotten from that quarter. “Mariah, you’re such the little slut, how come you don’t have Zoe eating out of your gash yet, instead of running around with her notebook?”
“Soon,” Mariah promised breathily, “she’s almost mine. She told me today she wanted to be my friend.” The white of her uniform blouse was dotted with bright red spots, marking the locations of the staples.
“Make it happen, both of you,” ordered Paul. “We have no more time for these distractions. And visit the nurse and change that blouse!” He yanked the stapler out of Mariah’s grasp.
Zoe flipped through her magazine idly and tossed it back on the table. It felt weird to wear “normal” clothes for her night out with Dean. She’d cheated a bit with the skirt, but she didn’t want him to have any difficulty reaching her when she claimed her reward. Zoe’s crotch was soaking with anticipation, although she’d brought herself off twice in the shower before dressing.
Was this the person she wanted to be? Zoe wondered. Would she regret any of this later? “Mom, what makes somebody a slut?” she asked.
Becky Ryan looked up from the newspaper with concern. Ken was out of town again, and she feared this was going to be one of those mother-daughter conversations she’d been dreading. Becky knew Zoe had grown much attached to Dean, who seemed a nice enough boy — for a teen awash in raging hormones. And Zoe spent a lot of time next door with Claudia, who didn’t appear to be a very positive role model.
“A slut?” she repeated. “Oh dear, Zoe. Somebody who has sexual intercourse with lots of different people, I suppose.” Dreading the answer, she had to ask, “You aren’t doing that, are you, honey?”
“No, mom, of course not,” Zoe replied, sounding almost offended. Everyone at school knew that hand jobs and blowjobs didn’t count, and besides, she only did that with Dean. “It’s just, what makes people do things like that?” Shyly, she confessed, “I haven’t done anything like that! But I have, well, urges.”
Her mother laughed gently, relieved. “Honey, that’s normal; it’s part of growing up. I’m not so old that I don’t remember what it was like to be a teenager! But it’s important to be responsible and not doing anything you’ll regret. Your father and I both hope you’ll wait, but at least remember to use protection if you can’t.”
Zoe thought of the package of condoms stashed in the back of her underwear drawer, received — with parental advice — when she’d entered high school. She’d die rather than recount that story to anyone, and the condoms probably were fossilized by now.
“I can wait,” the teen reassured Becky. “But it’s hard, sometimes.”
“Yes, your Dean is a very handsome young man. But I assure you, Zoe, being attracted to him does not make you a slut. You are a fine, upstanding daughter, and I’m very proud of you.”
It was hardly reassuring to Zoe for her mother and Mariah to have the same opinion on the subject. She ducked her head at the praise, wondering if her mother would feel the same way if she knew everything Zoe was thinking. Well, she’d just carry on and trust herself — Zoe didn’t have any regrets so far. Except regret that Dean hadn’t arrived yet! She smiled at her mother and leaned back to wait.
JanuaryZoe couldn’t wait to get back to school. The annual holiday visit to her grandparents had turned into a fiasco, what with forgetting the charger cable for her phone and then a flight cancellation that meant they’d only made it home Sunday afternoon. It had been enjoyable even so, but using Grandpa’s PC for a few e-mails made her feel totally cut off from her friends. Luckily it had been warm there and she’d jogged a lot, trying to ignore the cravings of her body and stay ahead of the holiday calories.