CHAPTER SIX

Being Council President Is Harder Than It Looks

On a seven-month hiatus, a recent comment from "brit" has got me to continue my story of the newly-instated, slutty Student Council President, Brooke Davis. YUM ;)

Didn't realize how shitty my writing was back then *blush* At least the idea was there…

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Pass to Nathan, then to Lucas for three. The jump is on as the ball fires its way to the hoop, slamming the backboard. Another miss. The ball bounced out to the back court as Whitey barked instructions about lay-ups, preparation, and whatnot. A whole range of things from an angry coach.

"All in!" he called for the team to unite. Clearly practice wasn't going that well. The players were frustrated, Whitey was frustrated. The only thing keeping the old fella sane was the occasional glance to Brooke Davis that he stole.

She led her cheer-squad forty feet away, looking sexier than ever in their mandatory skirt and top. Quite simply, this made Whitey's day. If his "package" wasn't so small, you may be able to recognize the pitched tent down there, but it wasn't. Not that Miss Davis minded one bit. Her filthy mouth had been all over that 60+ year old cock. That's what sex addicts are like. Infatuated with any genitalia no matter how much it looks like something aliens have implanted as some sick joke.

"When I say all in, I mean bring it in NOW!" Whitey shouted, the guys picking up their pace and jogging in. They were exhausted after an emphatic last twenty-five minutes going all out on the court. "So I see you're aiming for four straight losses. Shouldn't be a problem," Whitey summed up his emotions in the typical manner. Brutally honest and unnecessarily harsh.

"Now seeing as how I can't watch anymore of this crap today, I suggest you all hit the showers." What a relief. Practice was over and the boys could recuperate. Without another word, the team hung their heads down almost in unison and made their way out the back. "Hey, Scott."

Lucas and Nathan both turned their heads at the coach's command. "Lucas," Whitey said, and Luke hung threw his head back as if to say 'what now?' Making his way back to Whitey, he trudged his body along. That HCM condition he was keeping secretive was pinning him down and his fitness was sub-par, but he stayed strong not to show it. "Yeah, coach?" he asked, certain this had something to do with his game.

"See me in my office, would you," Whitey said, subdued.

"Uh, sure." He didn't know how to take Whitey's aura at this point. He was no longer pissed off, but he wasn't guy smiley either.

"Walk with me, son," Coach made his way to Lucas, who did as asked and walked alongside him across the court. "Beautiful young women, aren't they?"

Lucas stopped for a second, choking on his surprise, not even sure he interpreted correctly or even just heard right. The only women around were the cheerleading team, and it would be completely out of the blue and inappropriate to direct such a comment towards them. "Those cheerleaders", Whitey started, "beautiful aren't they?"

Okay. It was confirmed. Those beauties he referred to were the school's cheer-squad. Nothing creepy about that. "I'm not saying anything you don't know, son. They're beautiful, lovely young women," he said, reading how uncomfortable and confused Lucas was, and reasonably certain he knew the answer as to why.

Ooohh, Whitey just meant it in a polite way. Nothing sexual. "Yes, sir. They are very beautiful girls," Lucas agreed with a crooked smile. "Sorry, I just thought you were--"

"--Some lonely, perved old coot," Whitey interrupted to finish off Lucas' thoughts.

Luke said nothing in response, just snickered. Because truthfully, Whitey's words sounded very much like the words Lucas could have selected if ever brave enough.

Whitey opened the gym's back door; Lucas went in first and he followed. "Now, Lucas. What I wanted you here for is something very important to the team. But… they don't understand this team is yours and Nathan's."

Lucas wasn't surprised by that. Whitey always talked about teamwork, but what he just said – 'this team is yours and Nathan's – couldn't really be taken out of context. And though spontaneously flattered, he was a bit angry at Whitey for saying it. Hell, Lucas always believed one or two players couldn't make a team, and now this well-experienced coach was babbling on like they could?!

"Shouldn't, uh… Shouldn't Nathan be here, then?" Lucas asked. And he was right. Why didn't Whitey call for Nathan, too, if he relies on the pair of them? Was he going talk to each individually and Lucas was the first pick, or what?

Whitey opened his office door and the two made their way in. "What you were thinking before about me being", Whitey cleared his throat, "lonely and a pervert," he sat down behind his desk. "No, coach, I didn't think that," Lucas said a bit taken aback for him to bring it up. Talk about awkward.

"Well, you were half right," Whitey continued on, and Lucas didn't like where this such talk was going as the old guy opened and closed a couple drawers, searching through each. "Except," Whitey drew out the word as he pulled a handful of white-canvas sheets that Lucas instantly recognized at the back of photographs. Jesus Christ, what could these possibly be? Hopefully they were off the current creepy subject matter. "Except", Whitey repeated, "I'm not anymore," he flipped the photos over, scattering the bunch across his desk.

Lucas felt numb all over and his mind was ready to implode. In a lead up to some crazy, sexual-innuendo-type chatter, Whitey showcased a set of photos with Brooke Davis completely nude and exposed. There had to be at least thirty, some self-shot, some posed of everything Brooke should never reveal.

The first thought of millions to cross Lucas' head was how in the fuck Whitey got his hands on these or where he stole them from. And then another heart-attack-causing shock revealed its ugly head. Brooke and Whitey. In the same shot on one particular photograph. Arms around each other, big smiles on their face, every inch of flesh in the open. Then another of the pair, matched up like karma sutra experts in the 69 position.

Lucas could have chucked up all over these photos right there, he felt so disgusted. This type of thing was unimaginable. How in the hell it could ever happen or come close to happening had him tongue-tied. His ex-girlfriend – the hottest little minx in all of Tree Hill – posing and loving it like an absolute slut with someone fifty year their senior. It made no sense!... And Lucas didn't somehow want it to have to make sense. His curiosity levels were right down and he wished to have no part in the process.

"To tell you the truth, son: I think Miss Davis is the lonely, perverted one," Whitey smiled satisfactorily as Lucas continued to scan over the photos in awe. It was like a car crash. He should have just looked away but he couldn't help not to.

"You know you love it, Luke," that raspy, soft voice said from behind him. "I know you love it. Coach knows you love it. And dirtiest of all, you know you love it."

Brooke Davis was amazing. With every word her tongue flicked and her eyebrows raised and lowered like some sexual goddess. She was the most perfectly-sculptured babe imaginable, and little dialogue got Lucas thinking. On top of that, Luke realized the only thing holding Brooke's cheer-skirt up were her hands. And as he looked down there, she dropped it and her sweet, petite body was exposed.

"And now", Brooke continued on, asserting so much authority in her voice and actions as she kicked the door shit behind her, "you're gonna watch us fuck first-hand. And you're gonna join in because you know you want to."

As she said this, both men said nothing. Whitey stood up in a flash, lifting his shirt up, over and off as Brooke done the same with her tight top.

"Sit down over here, son," Whitey instructed, his eyes holding on Brooke as her ratio of 'skin-to-clothing' shifted. Using the tips of his shoes to elevate the opposing shoe's heel, he kicked both off, before lifting his legs one up over the other to scramble his long beige pants down. By this time, Brooke had revealed and disposed of her hot pink sports bra, and Lucas had made his way over to Whitey's chair as a spectator. Not that he knew for sure if he was all for this, but never would he discard a chance to watch Brooke Davis be a slut. Especially as a naked slut.

"We might do bent over, first," Whitey walked into Brooke's arms, grabbing her tight by the waist. "She gets real sweaty over this one," Whitey launched his head back to Lucas, chuckling.

"Quiet, mister," Brooke grinned, snuggling up as the pair nose-grazed. "You get real grunty."

This had to be the most surreal thing Lucas had experienced. By far. Of all the billions of trillions of quadrillions in this vast universe, sex between Brooke and Whitey seemed the most unlikely of all probabilities. Yet here it was; raw….. And kind of a turn-on.

Brooke drew her matching, tight pink sports knickers down her luscious legs and Whitey flopped off his worn-out, stretched, large, musky underpants off. That wasn't something Lucas appreciated, particularly since it was blocking his view of Brooke.

The pair said a couple soft words to one another that Luke could barely pick up, but he got something. "On the desk?" he'd heard Brooke's shoddy, sexier-by-the-minute voice query.

Before he could process anything more from that seemingly top secret conversation, Lucas watched the pair position themselves like it was some live sex show. Brooke hopped around the front, hands staggered on Whitey's desk as she looked Luke deep in the eyes and he in return looked all over hers.

"I've missed those puppies," Lucas commented with a cheeky grin and watched Brooke blush back.

"Perky, huh," her face lit up more with every sexy second.

Whitey pushed Brooke's back and she slammed herself down, titties first on the coach desk. "This is my real practice," Brooke looked up to Lucas now, "Not that stupid gym."

"Typical cheerleader," Whitey chuckled again as his grubby hands wrenched all over Brooke's backside as she smiled and giggled, thinking up a reply.

"Well I'd say you're the typical coach, but most of 'em only get to dream about this."

True. So fucking true. And for being such a good sport and hot tease, Whitey was gonna pummel her sweet body extra hard today.

"How do I look?" Brooke asked, wiping her mascara and pouting her lips at Lucas.

"Incredible," he said, a bit flustered. "Stunning as always, pretty girl," he smiled a smile that wasn't one of arousal, but love. And Brooke recognized it straight away. It virtually broke her mood of getting downright nasty.

She didn't yet know the feeling Lucas had reignited towards her. That she was his dream girl, and that he'd love nothing more than to share the bond he felt with her on a more personal level.

"Fuck me, Coach," Brooke moaned, putting an end to that glimpse of a romantic moment. "Fuck me hard. I want it up the ass," her smile stretched from cheek to cheek, her dimples flawless, and her mind hectic with lust.

With no further wait on preference, Whitey poked a finger up Brooke's butt, then a second, having lubed them both up with spit. She waited patiently as Luke's gaze met hers twice as hard, her pussy already dripping wet without a moment's contact.

Whitey sighed uncontrollably as he squeezed his hard-on up inside her. The pair had learnt anal was the best way to go; for them, at least.

"I've lost count of how many times we've done this, but she's still so tight," Whitey said to Lucas, making him feel like a special guest, getting 'inside goss' on their fuckfests.

"That's 'cause guys I hook up with don't usually fuck my ass," Brooke grinned with her playful banter. "You're just lucky you're so small," she added, implying clearly on the size of the old fart's dick.

"Love the sweet talk, Miss Davis."

As Whitey thrust deep inside, the pair of them released soft moans. He clamped down hard in between her legs, rubbing her soaked pussy, and then sucking his hand clean every few seconds.

Whitey thrust hard inside her again, and this time Brooke grunted, baring her teeth like a crazed sex bitch. Now her horniness was really kicking in, and she buried her head into the desk and into the photos still scattered over it.

As the cock drew out of her and into her once more, Brooke's eyes panned over the photographs below. Her glistening naked body showing off to the camera. God did she love looking at herself.

During late nights at home, she sat in front of her mirror masturbating. She would caress her body as she switched to whatever solo style she liked. One hand rubbing her clit as the other held a boob up for her to lick and taste. Two dildos shared between her two holes as her mouth wrapped around another one. It was scenic bliss… But other than her naughty ass, nobody had ever seen it.

"I make me cum," Brooke said to no-one in particular, picking out a photo with her pussy at the forefront as she diligently spread it open for the photographer. She joined both her hands with where Whitey's left one was, the three sets now working her pussy over nicely. As she done this, Brooke slowly licked the photo of her pussy, lapping it up like a real one.

Lucas sat back in the chair watching it all play out. Two minutes ago he was tense and now he was relaxed as could be, admiring the dirtiest Brooke moment he had seen. Then without even a thought, his hands did the thinking, unzipping his jeans and loosening his belt. Bringing himself and the chair closer to the desk and the action, Luke stood up and let the jeans fall down around his knees. Giving breath to his cock, he next drew he briefs down, buzzing for a blowjob.

"Hey, pretty girl," he whispered softly as the slaps of Whitey's thighs and gut hitting Brooke's ass filled the room. Lucas ran his left hand softly through Brooke's hair, and she instantly looked up from her yummy virtual pussy. Holding it straight for her with his right hand, Lucas inched his dick closer to her grasp.

Swiftly, Brooke dove down onto it, gagging the moment she went as far as she could possibly go. The sensation of her throat hitting the tip of his dick with such friction sent him near the edge.

"I love you, Brooke Davis," he whispered once more, before Brooke drew back and bobbed down on him again, forcing a sharp grunt. Brooke heard what he said, but she didn't want any of it. She had Felix and Felix loved her.

This moment right now with Lucas and Whitey was purely about the cock, she knew that.

Actually… It could have been about something more……………….

END OF CHAPTER SIX

Word Count: 2534

(27/09/2009)

Can't believe it's been seven months since the last chapter and nearly a YEAR since I started this!!

Every story I come back to lately keeps getting more and more fun, and I have a new favorite every time!!! This one in particular I had a lot of fun with. A lot of Brooke/ Whitey banter that was just plain awesome to write, and I'd say my once-low array of adjectives in my arsenal have broadened. Fuck, it makes me hate my writing in the past HAHA! :D And my word counts were piss poor, huh! UGHK!

Gimme your opinions and let me down to details what you like/didn't like. I love very particular comments, so don't be afraid to ask.

And don't be afraid to say if you liked the dirty nastiness. Embrace that side of you, 'cause I love it! :)

THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!!! It means everything to me!!!