Author's Notes: Hey everyone! DAMN…this has taken forever! *Nervous laughs* Okay, seriously, I'm SO sorry that this has taken so long! I know I seem to say this every update…but my life's been crazy busy. This time, it is because I have FINALLY gotten a history job! I am now a tour guide on the Battleship New Jersey! And I've also been jumping through hoops to FINALLY graduate from grad school. Both of which eat up most of my time and energy. Again, I'm SO sorry about that!

Anyway, despite the long amount of time it took to get to this point…here's the next chapter of Meek! As I promised before, this chapter focuses on Heather and DJ. This couple has been a long time coming and I'm happy to finally get to this point. I'm sure you all forgot this, but just so you know, this chapter takes place on the same day as the previous chapter that focused on Dakota, Sam, and Zoey.

That's about all I have to say here…and that I'll have some BIG things to say in the endnotes of this chapter. But let's get to the chapter in question first, shall we? Lol

As always, "Mr. Aanonymous", offered his help for this chapter. Thanks buddy!

Here is the tenth chapter of "The Meek Shall Inherit the Babes!": Blind Date

It was a cloudy overcast over Keem, a Canadian city that was roughly the size of Milwaukee. The only light was from the cars, trucks, and other vehicles driven as the sky so dark it was almost as black as night. The rain poured down as an aerial bombardment of waterfalls for as far as the eye could see. There was almost no one in sight on the streets, as people didn't want to get wet from the rain. Even if they had umbrellas, they still got drenched due to the wind being so strong that it would rip them out of their cold and slickened hands. The storm was getting so bad that some of the drivers had to park their cars on the side of the street because they couldn't see where they were going.

But at least the people driving had their cars to protect them from the elemental onslaught. Those who had been walking around weren't so lucky. No matter their resolve or their raincoats, soon everyone who was out dashed for the nearest protection. They went anyplace that was within reach given the furious downpour and its blinding effects. Restaurants, stores, and gas stations…any place would do. Including the district's one movie theater: Maple Cinema.

Inside of said movie theater, there were a variety of people of all ages, and all in a variety of how wet they were. Some were soaked to the bone. Some were only drizzled. Some were completely dry. It all depended on how fast they could get into the only real place of shelter within the city block when the storm hit. As more and more people crammed into the theater, pushing and charging into each other. With their soaked shoes and dripping wet clothes scraping and dragging on the faded red linoleum flooring, everyone could hear everyone else. The slightest movement on the ground sounded like a nail on a chalkboard, which was unavoidable as more and more people charged in, so much that the entryways were clogged with near panicking people. One of which was well known.

"Move! Move! Move! Make some room, you stupid pricks!" Heather Hachi angrily ordered as she pushed, shoved, and clawed into the human herd in front of her to get out of the rain, too determined to get inside the safety of the theater to craft a better insult for the cretinous crowd. She had been particularly eager ever since her umbrella had been rendered useless by the wind. Unfortunately she was having very little luck, as there were just too many people and too little room in the clogged glass doors entrance. As Heather kept charging, she grabbed hold of the nearest person's shirt and pulled with all her might to try and move them out of the way. But thanks to the rain, the shirt was too wet to hold on to and the ground too slippery to push against. This resulted in Heather falling flat on her ass, and the second she was out of the way someone else took her place.

Looking up at the crowed and seeing it grow even bigger, the bitter Queen Bee opened her mouth to scream in anger but the second she tried, something small, hard, and cold hit her on the side with a strong gust of wind. "Owwww! Dammit!" She called out. Looking down at the ground, she saw small balls of white ice in a flurry of tiny crystalline dust that scintillated amid the rain. "And now it's hailing? In fucking summer!? Screw this!"

With newly found resolve in the hatred she currently felt for the masses keeping her in the hail zone, Heather stood up off the ground with a new plan for how to get inside. Using all her, admittedly limited, strength, she took her umbrella and made pulled down and inside out. She then lowered the upward facing umbrella until it was pointing forward. Now armed with a makeshift spear, the tiny Asian girl took a few moments to prepare herself. She piled upon the endlessly shifting and pushing crowd's collective back the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by her ever since she left her home and entering this storm; every moment of coldness and dampness and unending discomfort; and then, as if her chest had been a mortar, she burst her hot heart's shell upon it.

With that hot heart shell fueling her, she jabbed at the nearest person in front of her with the dull tip of her umbrella-spear, specifically the one who took her spot. The man yelped in pain, grabbing the sight where the enraged petty Asian teenager jabbed him. Knowing the guy was fine and really too pissed off to care, Heather grabbed him by his shirt collar, yanking him behind her and out of the way. The man fell on the ground hard but he had little time adjust as he was pelted by wave after wave of hard ice the size of pebbles. Looking a back at the man, Heather heard him cry in pain as he pulled his jacket over his head to try and protect himself. She scoffed. "Oh shut up, you Big Baby. I'm wearing less than you and you don't see me bitching about it!"

Heather then picked a new target and jabbed the tip of her umbrella into the person's side. When the person reached back to grab the area that was hit, the weapon wielding young woman grabbed the person's arm and yanked them onto the ground and out of her way, as she took their place in the crowd. Getting that much closer to out of the storm. Heather repeated the process with every man and woman (but thankfully no child) until she was no longer being pelted by hail or rain. Once inside, the Queen Bee looked back at the people she had to 'move' out of her way and saw that most of them either ran back to their cars or were still clawing at each other to get inside. Now that she was out of the onslaught outside, the fire in Heather's usually icy heart cooled. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she scoffed yet again, "Dumb-asses should have brought a umbrella."

Looking at her front now, Heather saw the fruits of her mini medieval rampage, the lobby. It resembled the lobby of an old timey movie theater, that wasn't quite as filled with people as the entrance was. It still had many people inside of it but she could actually move around and see people. Sighing in relief, Heather looked down at her umbrella and saw that it was completely destroyed due to the twin storms of the weather and her rage at the crowd. The stretchers and shaft were all bent up and the canopy was ripped apart. "Ugh, dammit." She sighed as she looked around the lobby for a trashcan.

Seeing one to the far right of the lobby next to what must have been the arcade section, as she saw little kids blasting pixilated terrorists on an old shooter game and a chubby red headed nerd in an ugly Christmas colored sweat shirt on the old pinball machine. Walking over to the arcade section, Heather heard squeak after ear bleeding squeak as every shove, push and fall was scrapped against the wet disgusting linoleum floor. Covering her ears as best she could, the exasperated Queen Bee continued walking over to the trashcan next to the pinball machine, too angry and annoyed to notice the looks of bewilderment and judgment of the people around her as she made her way.

When Heather finally got there, she unceremoniously dumped her ruined umbrella into the trashcan and groaned in frustration. "Well this is a great start to a day. Can it get any better?" she asked herself as a small sarcastic soliloquy.

Heather's short soliloquy was answered when a woman in her late 20's and a man in his early 30's came over and scooped up the two children on the shooter game. Seeing this the Queen Bee heard the smaller boy wine, "But moooom, I was winning!"

"No you weren't, Doofus!" The bigger little boy wined back.

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, the teenage girl heard the pinball machine to her right loudly announce "YOU LOSE!"

The annoyance of the whiny brats was shockingly minimal. The same could not be said of what she noticed when she turned to the pinball machine and noticed who was there. It was a chubby nerd, who's face she vaguely recognized but she had no ability or desire to place a name to such a bloated, bespectacled bottom-feeder of the high school hierarchy. His mere presence was subtly annoying, but that was tolerable. What wasn't tolerable was the idiotic look on his face, with his cheeks a flaming red and his stare glassier than the squares of glass in front of his lacking eyeballs. He quickly turned his gaze to his left.

Too ticked off to attempt considering why he was like this, with a roll of her eyes, Heather simply asked, "What?"

Looking in all directions but at her, the Nerd stammered, "...Uh-y-y-you ah, y-your-"

"Just spit it out, Geek Boy!" Heather ordered, getting impatient and venting a little rage.

"Uhmmm-"

The nerd was about to stammer but he was, thankfully, interrupted when a chubby brunette girl with her hair in a ponytail wearing a red vest walked up to her and said, "Ma'am, I'm like super-duper sorry about this but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Heather looked at the girl incredulously, more stunned than angry by her words. Then a second or two later, the anger won out over the shock. "What?! Why?" She snapped. The chubby girl flinched, remained still for a few moments, and then coughed as she pointed at the Fashion Expert's shirt and short-shorts. Looking down, Heather reeled in disgust. The endless assault of rain had made her clothes clingy and see-through! She saw that her nipples were fully visible through her tube-top and that they were hard poking through the thin fabric. Looking down further, she saw that since she was so wet (from rain) that her short shorts were barely hanging and leaving her dark purple thong just as visible. "Gahh!" Heather yelped in alarm as she covered herself as best she could with her arms, showing a very un-Heather-like display of nervousness and panic from the Ice Queen.

Rolling her eyes, the girl, who the nametag on her shirt revealed as "Stacy," said, "Look, I know you didn't mean to come in there like…well, uh, like…that but that is public indecency. So I'm going to have to ask you to either change or leave the building."

"But I don't have any extra clothes, and there is no way in fucking hell that I'm going back out in that!" Heather yelled in bitter indignation as she looked over and pointed at the still clogged entrance as the summer hailstorm raged just outside by mere feet.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we cannot allow you to be in here like that and we will escort you out if we have to," Stacy answered, not even remotely apologetic.

"But, but, but-!" Heather said, panicking at the thought of going out in that death storm again. She frantically looked around for anything that could help her. Unfortunately, almost everyone there would have been unwilling to help her thanks to jabbing a good third of the people in the building to get in and everyone knew that. And the fact that she looked like a washed up stripper in a "family friendly" zone did not help either. More than anything, outside of some new clothing, what Heather needed was peace and quiet.

"INSERT MORE COINS! INSERT MORE COINS! INSERT MORE COINS!" The pinball machine next to the struggling Queen Bee loudly demanded, killing any tiny chance of her having a moment's rest from the shit-storm following the real storm.

Looking over at the lifeless mass of crude electronics, flashing lights, and rubber bumpers with a stare that would have stricken any creature of flesh and blood dead, Heather saw the same nerd from before, who was standing right next to it. The look on his face at the sheer hatred churning in those grey cauldrons of eyes nearly made his heart stop. But then he felt even worse, as her gaze changed from pure fury to dark interest. The Queen Bee suddenly noticed something about this nerd, specifically what he was wearing. It wasn't ideal but it was dry and certainly better than nothing. With her left hand holding up her shorts and her right covering her chest, Heather glared at the nerd's sweatshirt. "You! The hoody! Give it to me now!"

Heather could see that the nerd was staring at her chest, partially to escape looking at those soul-crushing grey eyes. Within a second though, he quickly looked back up at her eyes, his face red at a crossroads between fear and arousal. "But-but-but-!" He stuttered.

"Look Nerd Boy," Heather snapped, not having any more of this timid B.S. "If you speak Inglés, understand that you either give me that fucking hoody now or I'm dragging you out there with me and using you as a hail shield!" She threatened, letting go of her short-shorts and pointing at the raging hailstorm visible through the glass doors, with it creating tiny taps as pebbles of falling ice collided with the blocked, see-through entranceway.

The Nerd looked over at the entrance and saw that the storm had only gotten worse than before. He could see from the clothes flapping on people unlucky enough to still be outside that the wind had only gotten stronger, with their clothing threatening to become sails that would carry them off into the raging storm. The hail was larger than before as it fell harder from the sky. "Ahhhh-" The nerd said as he saw Heather's glare intensifying and was close to putting him in the grave while the cinema staff member Stacy cautiously backed up from the hellishly angry Queen Bee and gestured to adhere to her demands.

Heather took a murderous step toward him. "Give-!" She started with a savage pitch.

"Okay, okay, okay! Here, damn!" The Nerd said as he yanked off his hood and tossed it to Heather while his heart rate skyrocketed, with him feeling a fear that not even the most terrifying video game boss could surpass. "You're scarier than Flowey the Flower!" [1]

Heather caught the thrown hoodie with her left hand. Though she didn't understand the reference that he had just made, she got the general point by the look of fear on his face. It kind of amused her in an odd way. But then she looked at the hoodie for a moment and all of her amusement vanished. And the prospect of any future amusement from him was salted when she smelled the ugly school hoody, on a vague hunch. It proved correct. "Ugh!" Heather hacked. "When was the last time you fucking washed this, Nerdlinger?"

"Its my lucky hoody…I'm on a date." The nerd answered as he fidgeted with his hands.

The Queen Bee looked at the nerd with a near equal mixture of shock and anger. "Who would go out with you?" she asked, with more shock than anger in her voice. Heather then sniffed the hoody again and but almost immediately had to swallow down the bile. "If I get lice, a rash, or some kind of disease from this, I will find you and I will end you. Do you understand?!" she added, with there only being anger in her voice this time.

"Meap." The nerd whimpered.

Heather violently shook her had from side to side to try and shake off the disgust as she lifted the hoody over her head and slid it on. The green and red hoody was over three sizes too big for her. The sleeves reached down beyond her hands and the bottom reached down to the middle of her thighs. Trying her best to ignore the smell of BO, the Asian girl raised her arms up and shook her hands to free them from the green sleeves. Heather then reached down into her pants pocket and pulled out her still wet money. "Here, thanks for-" She stopped mid-sentence as she got her first good look at the hoodie, as she saw the oversized the forest green hoody with a bright red and white bass mascot, recognizing it as mascot of the high school they went to.

The Queen Bee shot a questioning glare at the Gamer for the fact that his lucky hoodie was a lame and mass-produced piece of clothing. He slightly lowered his head in shame.

Heather scoffed as she tossed her wet wadded up money at him. "Enjoy the twenty bucks. That should cover the hoodie. You should have some left over to buy a hat or something. Your hair looks like you shaved off all your pubes and taped them onto your head."

Un-crumbling the bill, the Nerd awkwardly said, "Um, thanks."

"You should thank me! I just paid for your date." Heather angrily turned back to Stacy. "Will this do!?"

Stacy backed away and nodded emphatically.

"Good." Heather snapped before rolling her eyes as she marched away the nerd and Stacy and towards the bathroom. "Now I get out of my way. I need to find some Purell, some Febreze, and some fucking disinfectant!"

As Heather halfway marched/strutted through the crowd the nerd and Stacy stood there in a mixture between fear and bewilderment. As soon as the scary Queen Bee was out of sight, Stacy took a step toward the nerd and asked, "Sooo, you got a date, huh, Sam?"

"Yeah, weird right?" Sam turned to Stacy with a happy smile on his face, the terror that had been clinging to his soul like tar was cleft from it the moment he thought of Dakota.

Stacy awkwardly fidgeted with her fingers. "You were wearing that hoodie I got you last year on it?"

"Uh-huh. Sorry for getting rid of it like that. But Heather was scary!"

"Oh-oh no, I get that. I thought she was gonna kill us. I didn't wanna come over here and tell her bad news but Josh threatened to fire me if I didn't."

"Really? That seamed a little harsh."

"Well he said it was the last strike if I didn't."

"What'd you do?" Sam asked.

"The first one was talking so much to the customers when I was supposed to be selling them tickets." Stacy admitted.

"What was the other one?"

"He caught me making out with Leonard in the projector booth, even though I know that everyone does it in there when they're on projector duty."

"Really?" Sam asked astonished.

"Well, I caught Gwen doing it in there with some skinny guy a few weeks ago. I don't know who it was, too dark. And if she's doing it than Topher and Justin have to be doing it with whoever they're dating in there too!"

"Huh, should have told me. I would have loaned you my lucky hoodie. You wouldn't have got caught." Sam shrugged.

"I don't think so. I could smell you before I even came over. Trust me, you were better off without that thing, especially if you were on a date." Stacy shook her head.

"Huh, maybe it was lucky."

"Ugh! How the hell does a hoody have so much BO!?" Heather openly asked herself as she sprayed another salvo of Febreze into the titular hoody she was wearing. To her left was who appeared to be a 17-year-old guy in a grey jumpsuit covering him from his shoulders to his black boots. The janitor was a bit chubby but had messy black hair, long sideburns, brown eyes, and a five-a'clock shadow beard. He was wearing red headphones around his neck. The janitor couldn't look any less interested as he leaned against his cart; waiting for Heather to finish up with his only can of Febreze. Unfortunately he would have to wait as Heather continued spraying almost every conceivable area of the ugly green hoody. Once she was done, the Queen Bee turned to the janitor and tossed the Febreze can to him. The custodian in his full grey jump suit caught it. Once he did he felt that it was light and shook it around for a bit, only with the usual sloshing sound absent.

Tossing the now empty yellow spray bottle into the garbage can on his cart, the Janitor said, "You emptied out my last can of Febreze."

"Why do you only have one can?"

"I don't really scrub." The janitor admitted.

"Wait, you just spray Febreze bottles everywhere? You don't mop or clean anything!?" Heather asked. The second she did so; the janitor started whistling a tone-deaf version of 'Home on the Range' in a desperate attempt to ignore her. Heather squinted her eyes in a mixture of both bewilderment and disgust, with a few helpings of the general frustration and bitterness that she was currently trapped in. The Queen Bee then lifted her arms to strangle the janitor; almost thankful for the fat and jerky punch bag she could vent with. But just before her hands would have made contact with his jowls of neck-fat, she stopped. She remembered what Lindsay had showed her weeks ago when she caught Bridgette and Cameron in the bathroom, and how clean it was. Brief curiosity slated her current drive to release the crackling fury rolling within her lithe form like molten lava. "Wait, what about that one person bathroom down by the theaters? Those were clean."

"Oh yyyeeaahh. A few weeks ago this dynamite blond chick got me to actually clean that disgusting pigpen out. It took a while but it was so worth it!" The janitor answered with a large happy smile on his face that looked almost dirty given the glint in his brown eyes.

Heather paused for a moment, effortlessly connecting the dots and figuring out that it was Bridgette. "Do I even want to know what she did?" she asked, to no one in particular.

"Ohhhhh, yeah you do! She sent me a fucking hot topless selfie!" The janitor nodded with a raunchy smile; with dirty look in his eyes now far brighter than a mere glint.

"Wow! Just... Wow." Heather said as a stabbing chill crawled up her spine, with the years of instinctual disgust at the hypocritical difference between her and the Surfer Girl rearing its ugly head, even as she was making a valiant effort to repress that gut-reaction.

"Right! It was awesome. Best thing that happened to me since I received my signed copy of The 77th Samurai!"

"Yeah, okay. Moving on. Back to my problems. Did you smell this fucking thing!?" Heather asked incredulously. "The guy I bought this off of never washed it. Ever! God, it smelled like it was stuck in a hamper for two years buried in dirty socks!" she cringed.

"And I think we all know what those dirty socks were covered in!" The Janitor smugly announced as he closed his hand into a fist and started pumping up and down, getting a massive kick out of the misery of the drenched, hot girl before him.

Heather instantly clapped her hands over her mouth to try and stop the bile. After swallowing it down, she felt another stabbing chill crawl up her spine. "Oh gawd, don't go there! Because if you do I will seriously vomit all over you, Janitor!"

The Janitor backed away with his hands raised in surrender. "Okay, okay, fine. Jesus. If you hate it so much take it off? Better yet, why'd you buy it?"

"I don't want to be in this ugly, smelly, disgusting thing! I had to. I got here just as the storm hit so now all my clothes are soaking wet and I looked like a washed up stripper."

"Really?" The Janitor smugly asked as he looked down to the chest of the hoody.

Heather angrily pointed her finger right in his face. "Back off, Janitor! I'm still plenty pissed you had best watch yourself! Like I would ever let a floor wiping, movie fetishist, bottom feeder like you ever see what's under this pathetic excuse of a rag!"

The sheer malice in the Queen Bee's gaze caused the cocky pervert to feel a little afraid. "...Okay, wow. Sorry." He said sincerely. But then, quick as a fast, his cockiness returned as he added, "Didn't mean to offend you." The Janitor tried not to sneer as he apologized, but he was mostly unsuccessful.

"Whatever!" Heather snapped. "Trust me, there's nothing you could do make me think any less of you, especially after the shit I've already been through so far today."

"Whatever. And could you at least get my name right? Its Wayne, you know. FYI." Wayne said as he pointed to the nametag hanging over his left breast pocket.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Heather said back as she rolled her eyes. In mid-roll, her grey gazers noticed a large clock just above the entrance, and with it the current time. Not acknowledging Wayne any further, Heather turned toward the line for the tickets and started walking. Only when she had walked a few paces away from the janitor, without stopping to face Wayne, did she absentmindedly add, "Thanks for the Febreze."

"Where are you going?"

"The movie's about to start and we're so done talking. Bye bye." Heather said snappily as continued walking away, disappearing into a crowd of people and out of Wayne's sight.

Rolling his eyes, Wayne pulls out a Snicker's bar from his pocket. "Bitch."

In Maple Cinema Movie Theater, Heather Hachi was leaning against the wall in-between the two transparent entrance doors as she looked down at the same familiar light green bass with red highlights on the front. She took a deep breath, before gagging on the incredible BO the hoody radiated. Sighing, she looked up and around the lobby to the movie theater to see that it was only slightly less crowded than before as another theater opened and people poured in to see it several minutes ago. But that didn't stop the legions of other people lining up for their tickets. Turning to her side and through the glass doors, Heather saw that there was no one outside anymore but the storm was just as bad as when she first came in, if anything the hail had only gotten bigger. 'I swear, I'm gonna kill the local weather guy! Who mixes up clear skies and heat wave with a damn hail storm!?'

Frustrated, she took out her phone from the right pocket in her shorts to check the time. But the second she pulled it out of the pocket, she dropped it on the floor in a loud thud. Looking down at the phone, Heather could see that it was still very wet and actually looked shiny from the gleam the water on it made. The Queen Bee sighed as she bent down to pick it up, before she hit the wake button without getting a response. She did this several times but her black IPhone just refused to activate. Heather groaned and shoved it back into her pocket. "Well, there's $300 down the drain! Thanks again, Weather Guy! What else can go fucking wrong today!?"

With her main source of time gone, Heather was forced to look up at the large clock above her and saw that it was already fifteen minutes after the movie she wanted to see had started. "I just had to fucking ask, didn't I?" she said with a sigh filled with defeat.

The Asian Girl in the malodourous man's clothing sighed, as she looked down and out through the doors. She couldn't really see anything as the hail and rain smashed and splashed too hard against the glass to make anything outside of blurry, shifting outlines about as decipherable as a toddler's crude water-colored paintings. "Okay, there is no possible way that guy is showing up in this." Heather said as she turned around to see that some of the people in the crowd were giving her dirty angry looks, most being the same ones she had to literally jab in the back to get in. "Yay, people in here still hate me."

She sighed again as she instinctively pulled out her phone, right before she remembered its current condition. "Oh, yeah. My phone's broken." Heather sighed again. "What am I missing here? No mystery guy, room filled with people who don't like me, can't call a cab or Lindsay to pick me up because my phone is broke…like either of them would ever make it here in that storm anyway, my movie's already started, I'm out of money so I couldn't watch it anyway or pay for the cab. And to top it all off, I'm still in this damn thing!" Heather said grabbing ahold of the Bass stitched into the front of the hoody.

Something snapped in the apex predator of the TD High School ecosystem after that, the beloved fire in her belly, the same unending wrath that had allowed her to reach her position. 'What the fuck am I doing feeling sorry for myself like I was some little geek!? And yet I'm waiting here for a blind date set up by someone who I still borderline hate!'

Then, the course of events played themselves out before her opened eyes. Her attempting to blackmail Bridgette, her plan backfiring, and the best sex she had ever had! The fact that it was with Cody Anderson of all people made her feel both ashamed and yet conflicted. That skinny little geek had pleasured her as no popular guy ever had before. She remembered the words she had said, still riding high of the rush he had elicited.

"If you know any other dweebs that can fuck like that, send them my way, as a sign of good faith. I'll give any of Cody's friends a chance if they can bring their A-game."

But Heather couldn't have imagined that less than two weeks later, her archrival would call her up with someone in mind. Against her better judgment, she had agreed to it.

'And just look at where that has gotten me!? Dripping wet, smelling like nerd shit, phone-less, and marooned on a island of jack-asses and over-priced popcorn! Why am I here? I'm Heather! Fucking! Hachi! I have gotten everything that I ever wanted from the spineless weaklings that I have been forced to interact with in my class! I'm the girl every guy wants and every girl wants to be! I'm wealthy, smart, stylish, and fucking hot! I clawed my way to the top after a decade being a fat, zit-covered, brace-faced loser!' Heather said to herself, reminding herself of all the things she had to be proud of.

'I have everything that I could ever—Oh, who am I fucking kidding!?' She added in an instant, with all the ego-driven bravado she was attempting to summon forth blowing out like a flickering candle flame in gale-force winds, before sliding down the wall she had been leaning against until her still dampened shorts met the dirty theater floor. Once sitting on the ground, the Queen Bee sadly hugged her knees against her chest.

'I have all of that and yet I don't feel any better. I still feel so unsatisfied, so longing. Mainly because even with my looks I can't find a hot guy who can handle himself under the sheets. Ugh, maybe this is karma screwing me over for the people I've screwed over?'

For a period of time she couldn't determine but felt like eons, she just sat there in despair. With her head buried in her knees, Heather heard the door to her right open and the storm raging outside. Due to natural curiosity, she lifted her head to see who had just entered. She saw someone who she had seen around school occasionally but she never talked to.

He was a large and muscular young man with brown eyes and a matching brown goatee. His powerful body was covered in light brown skin, as well as clothing of various kinds. He wore a white hat, a tight green T-shirt with a large orange capital D in the center, a white undershirt underneath that, gray cargo shorts, and brown flip-flops.

Looking further, Heather also saw that the new guy was soaked to the bone as all of his clothes clung to his body as they dripped onto the floor. She then saw the new guy pull out his phone but looked at it with a frustrated stare. Heather saw the guy sighing before putting the phone back into his pocket and looking around the place. She could see that the guy spotted her before he walked those few steps over to her. Looking down at her the guy asked, "Hey, I know this is a long shot but do you know a Heather? About 5'4"? Black hair? Kinda skinny? I was told she'd be here."

The Queen Bee couldn't tell if this person was trying to be funny or not, and she honestly didn't care too much. Sighing Heather stood up and said, "Yeah, I'm Heather. Are you DJ Bennett? About 6'2. Brown hair. Looks like he could bench press a truck?"

"-Oh crap i'm sorry, I didn't know yo- wait I recognize you now. Your Heather Hachi. You were captain of the cheerleader team. We had 3rd period geometry together last year, right? You sat next to Beth Carter and Eva Chantrey, right?"

"Ugh," Heather groaned. "Please don't bring those two up. They almost drove me insane sitting next to for that semester." The Queen Bee squinted at the guy before her. "Oh-oh yeah, I remember you now. You're that huge guy who sat in the back next to Bridgette Strand and Gwen Dalvan, right? You were the quarterback during our sophomore year."

"Yeah, that's me." DJ shrugged. "Hey, sorry about being late but the storm slowed me down."

"Why did you even come here? Its the storm of the decade out there, I wouldn't have blamed you for calling off this thing." She asked, genuinely curious as to his answer, and having much of the nasty bite she would have unleashed at a moment like this exhausted.

"I was already half way here when the storm hit so it would have made less sense for me to drive back home." DJ answered as he took out his phone from his left pocket. "By the way, I tried calling the number Bridgette gave me but you never answered."

"Yeah, I took a cab here and showed up just as the storm really hit. I was stuck outside for a bit before I got in. And yeah, my phone got so drenched that it doesn't work now."

"Oh. Okay then." DJ nodded. There was then an awkward silence between the wet Ice Queen and the soaked Gentle Giant. Desperately wanting to move past that uncomfortable moment, the Brick House asked, "So which movie do you wanna see?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "The movie I wanted to see is already twenty minutes in."

"Oh…sorry. Is there any other movie you wanna see?"

"Do you really wanna still see a movie now?"

"Why not?" DJ shrugged. "We're already here with nothing better to do while we wait out the storm." He then turned and gestured to the glass doors. "Look outside. It's only getting worse out there. It might even go all day. We might as well watch a movie while we're here."

Heather shrugged before she sighed for the millionth time that day. "Fine, but I don't have any money. I used everything I had on me to buy this hoody."

"Why?"

"When I was outside I got so drenched that it made all my clothes see through. So when I finally got in the staff here threatened to kick me out for public exposure. There was no way I was going back out there so I bought this ugly thing off some guy on the pin ball machine."

"Wow, that... sucks." DJ said genuinely feeling sorry for her, but also slightly conflicted. "But, ah-is there any reason why it smells like an old gym bag and lemons?"

Heather groaned. "Apparently the guy was on a date and the hoody is 'lucky', so he never washed the damn thing! And as to why it smells like lemons, that's because I sprayed it with a whole Febreze can to try and get rid of the smell…but it didn't work."

"N-N-No, no. It did. It totally worked." DJ said desperately trying to sound sincere.

Sadly for both of them, Heather saw right through his kind lie and rolled her gray eyes. "Yeah that would be more believable if you maintained eye contact."

"I-"

"Don't worry about it, I don't blame you. Ugh, this day sucks!"

"Hey, its not that bad. Look on the bright side. I'm here so you're not alone anymore." DJ said with a happy smile on his face.

"Yeah, now I'm with someone I know from school instead of just a room full of strangers. Great." The Queen Bee said rolling her eyes.

DJ sighed. "Don't worry, this stays between us. What happens here stays here." Heather sighs as she crossed his arms and gave the Gentle Giant a disinterested look. "Come on, let's get those tickets. We'll save this day yet." He said as he took one step in front of Heather before turning back to her, cheerfully gesturing past the long line and up to the set up indoor ticket booth.

Heather saw this and just stood there looking at DJ for a few moments with the same disgruntled look. "I don't have any money."

DJ nonchalantly shrugged. "I'll buy."

"You sure this place is expensive?"

"Phht! Whatever, I just got paid. I got cash to spend. Why not spend it here?"

"Whatever, lets go," Heather said shaking her head as she walked past DJ and into the line for the ticket booth. Her date happily smiled and nodded as he followed her lead.

Looking around the crammed movie theater lobby, DJ could see that every single person inside of the place was wet to some extent. That was expected because of the storm. Even he was at least partially wet. But he also saw that the place was jam packed with people lined up all the way to the front door where he and Heather were a few minutes ago before they eventually made it to where they were now. Most of the people weren't even in the lines for the tickets and were simply chilling out on the floor or against the wall. But like the wetness issue, that was expected. This movie theater was one of the only places in three city blocks that offered any real protection from the storm outside.

What was unexpected was that no matter where he looked he always found someone giving dirty looks at him and heather. They weren't the usual general dirty looks either, these were personal ones. The kind of looks you get after rear-ending someone's car. Not to the same extent as if their kids were in the back seat but still pretty bad. Looking down at Heather, DJ saw that she was at least partially focusing on ignoring those looks. "Uh, soooo..."

Heather sighed as she looked up at DJ, " Sooooo..." She mimicked.

"This is probably none of my business here but, ah, is there any reason why half of these people are looking at us like that?" DJ pointed around the crowd to their right where the people looking at them either turned away and a good third just trumped up their glare.

Heather groaned as she rubbed her temple. "Look don't judge me but I sort of had to…some stuff to get in here."

"The kind of stuff that pissed off 'alf the people in 'ere? I'm kinda curious to know what it is that you did that and didn't 'ave the cops coming."

"Jus-Just drop it, okay!"

"Believe me I'd like to. Its just that we're gonna go into a big dark room filled with these people. I kinda wanna know if I should worry about our lives 'ere."

"Uhhhh, fine. You really wanna know? I just got here. It was raining really hard. The storm destroyed my umbrella. There was a hoard of people trying to get in the place and out of the storm. I couldn't get in and I kept getting pushed out of the crowd and into the wet grime on the ground. Then the hail started and I just couldn't take it any more so I fixed up my broken umbrella as best I could and I just went to town on them okay?!"

"You went to tow-"

"I jabbed them in the back. Each and every one of those idiots you see giving us dirty looks. Yeah." Heather admitted as she crossed her arms while looking down at the ground angry and if DJ was right, a little bit ashamed.

"You-?"

"Jabbed them. In the back. Yes." Heather snapped bitterly before sighing. "Hey, I'm not proud of it. The umbrella wasn't sharp. They're not hurt. But if I didn't do that who knows how long I would have been out there."

"Hea-"

"I'm not apologizing," Heather stated bluntly, giving DJ a preemptive, defensive scowl.

"Wow…wow," DJ backed up. "I get it. I would have done the same thing."

Heather gave a skeptical look. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"You, the nice, super strong DJ, would have done that?"

"Uhhhhh."

"Oh come on." Heather rolled her eyes.

"Okay, fine. You got me. I would have just stood out there and waited for the rest of them to get in. In fact, I probably would have even helped a few of them." The Brick House admitted honestly, even as he squirmed a little at having his pitiful attempt at lying exposed so easily. He was sure he was on Heather's bad side, but he had an idea of how to slightly fix that, a tried and true tactic, changing he conversation. "But I get it. I totally get it. I've known what its like to be small, from personal experience."

"DJ. There is a limit to how much BS I can take in one day."

"Hey, its true. You know that guy, Cameron, at school? Short black dude. Real skinny. Wears a red hoody and yellow shorts everywhere?"

"Sort of. So?"

"Well, the dude's my cousin. Until 'alf way through ninth grade, I was exactly like him. You know, only with a liking for green and no glasses."

"Seriously?" Heather asked with a genuinely surprised look.

"Yeah, so I know what its like to do what you gotta do. I'm not judg'n." DJ declared shaking his head while giving a reassuring smile.

"Ummm, okay. Thanks." Heather looked away for a moment before she started rubbing her right shoulder.

"Its cool. Especially now that I know that we won't get shanked inside of the theater. Yeah, they're miffed but they won't do anything that'll 'urt. We're good."

"That is very good to hear," Heather nodded, with a tone between sarcastic and sincere.

"Right!" DJ said happily with a wide smile as he padded Heather's back, in a gesture to give a little comfort to her. But sadly, given his strength, he ended up padding a little too hard, resulting in him accidentally knocking her forward and the wind out of her for a moment. As his date coughed and glared at him with a pair of circular daggers like onyx, the Brick House looked for anything else to focus on. With nothing else being fitting, he settled on his own hand. When he did so, he noticed the grime it had collected from Heather's hoody. With his mind firing many version of how that could be here and not liking any of them, he fumbled for a bit before saying, with great strain to keep his voice level and smooth, "Well since we're gonna be stuck here, what do ya wanna talk about?"

"I don't feel like talking right now." Heather said sharply while crossing her arms as she continued to glare at DJ.

"Hey, we can either talk 'bout whatever or we can stand 'ere in silence 'n try to ignore those guys until we get our tickets. Who knows 'ow long that'll be." DJ said gesturing to the crowd to their right again, with their sheer presence proving his point quite nicely.

Heather looked at the crowd and like before saw a lot of people turn their heads when she looked at them while some just continued their glare. Sighing, she rubbed her temple. "Fine! What do you wanna talk about?

"Well let's start with the basics. What are your interests?"

"Nope."

"Uh, okay. Do you have any hobbies?"

"Nah-uh."

"Well, um…what do you and your friends like to do?"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna answer that or any of those," Heather sharply declared as she crossed her arms yet again before she saw the look on DJ's face. He looked just like a kicked puppy. Confused and a little hurt. Seeing this, the Queen Bee wanted to berate him for asking such personal questions on a first date, a blind date at that, and one that got off to such a horrible start…but then Heather remembered the last encounter she had with Bridgette. The last part of the conversation she had with her. How the Ice Queen apologized and walked away. The chance for change. Sighing, at the unfamiliar feeling that notion caused within her finely toned and exposed gut, Heather uncrossed her arms before saying, "I-I, uh…Sorry, its just that I'm still kinda pissed off at everything that happened today." It had been difficult to say, it had been so long since she sincerely apologized to anyone. Fueled by that, she took a deep breath and immediately gagged from the BO of the hoody. "Especially since I have to wear this stupid thing!"

"Yeah, whoever designed that thing at school didn't do a very good job." DJ nodded, even someone with little to no interest in fashion like him could see the shoddy worth of it. Then he snapped his fingers as an idea came shining within his mind. "Hey if you want something different you can have my shirt."

The Queen Bee briefly reeled at the suggestion, with it coming out of nowhere. But then, once the shock wore off, she voiced another problem with this new plan, "DJ, they'll toss you out if you're in here with no shirt."

"Hey, I'm wearing another white undershirt underneath the green one. See?" DJ asked as he pulled out the collar of his shirt. When he did, Heather could indeed see that he was wearing a large, white short-sleeved undershirt. "Yeah, its a little wet but it won't be see-through. Its just as big as the hoody so the shirt should cover everything it does."

Heather debated this idea for a few moments, weighting in her mind the pros and cons between partially striping in public in-front of a stranger significantly stronger than herself and remaining in this offensive hoody. She quickly reached a decision. "Okay, fine. I'll take it. Anything to get this smelly disgusting thing off!" She said as she waved her hand against her face to try and blow away the smell.

"Cool." DJ added as he grabbed the collar of his outer green shirt and pulled it off. When he did time so, the Raven-Haired Beauty felt the uncanny feeling of time slowing down. At the pace of a snail, the mocha-skinned hunk's white undershirt was pulled upward, while getting snagged on the green shirt above, resulting in both shirts being pulled upward. This allowed the Queen Bee to see what had only been barely hinted at before, DJ's wonderful body.

The Ice Queen felt her insides get a little hot as she saw the fine features of his physique. His entire body was a work of art, like something crafted by a master of the Italian Renaissance, packed with muscles like rocks and skin like polished bronzed leather. The Brick House's frame seemed like it was literally made of solid bricks, finely etched as if craved from mocha colored stone. His six-pack abs looked so chiseled that they could cut through steel like papier-mâché. Heather couldn't help but stare at the junior Jamaican Body Builder before the white shirt freed itself and fell back down. But luckily for the Queen Bee that wasn't the end of her show. Since the white shirt was still wet from the storm the white cotton clung to DJ's almost overly muscular torso, making the definitions of his muscles even more striking. When she was no longer able to see her blind date's abs, Heather still gazed at the silhouette of DJ's built frame and his muscular arms that look larger than bowling balls ended by massive hands equipped with knuckles heavy and rounded like hammers.

Heather couldn't help but be stunned by this sight. It had been a very long time since she had been actually awed by a guy's appearance. And despite her memories of the last time that happened bringing up some very bad reminiscences, she found herself getting wet for reasons other than the fresh rainwater still on her body. In a daze, not realizing what she was doing, the stoic Queen Bee reached out her slender creamy hand towards the rock-like mocha muscles of DJ's torso, wanting to know if they felt as good as they looked. She got about half way between herself and her blind date before she caught herself. Looking at her own hand as if it were a venomous cobra, she quickly retracted it, acting like it was about to be cut off. With a warmth and redness slashing across her cheeks, the Asian girl turned her gaze from the eye-catching sight before her to look at anything else. She looked at the first thing her eyes were drawn towards while she attempted to ensure that DJ would have no knowledge of what she almost did, of how she almost lost control.

Luckily for her, DJ didn't notice what had almost happened, as he was too concerned with readjusting the shirt. After padding down the thick white T-shirt, DJ looked over at his blind date and saw her staring blankly at the old timey popcorn machine. "You okay?" he asked.

That knocked Heather out of her stupor as she turned back to him. "Huh?"

"You want popcorn or something? I caught you looking over there at the stand. Want some?" DJ asked pointing to the old red-wheeled popcorn stand as the cashier handed a box to a customer.

"No, no I'm fine. Just hold on to the shirt for a second." Heather said as she grabbed the collar of the hoody and pulled it over her head. When she did things seemed to slow down for DJ as he saw the forest green hoody climb up Heather's amazing supermodel like legs. Then the hoody was raised high enough so that he could see her short shorts, and like Heather had told him before, they were still wet. But unlike what she told him, they were so wet that they were so slippery that they were barely holding onto their owner and hung just above the R rated bits. Though DJ could completely see Heather's purple thong. Soon enough, the hoody was raised enough so that the Gentle Giant could see Heather's feminine four-pack abs and petite frame. DJ had to admit he liked what he saw. It was no secret that Heather was one of the hottest girls in his school, and the one who DJ had fancied the most for quite some time.

"Damn." He said in amazement while nodding as Heather's head got caught in the collar of the hoody. DJ reached over with his free hand to help her but the moment he did so Heather pulled her head free from the hoody and pulled it completely off. When she did, Heather whipped her raven lower back length hair from side to side in a way that would have fit perfectly for a sleazy commercial for a car wash. But DJ didn't really catch that. He was too distracted by the unheard view he was having of Heather Hachi's hot body.

Her clothing had been made clingy and see-through by the rain, while also possessing a glossy sheen enhanced by the partial transparency of the lavender cloth. The tight, waterlogged fabric wrapped itself around her like a soft, eager boa constrictor. Her perky breasts were bouncing and billowing, with the oddly pointed nipples near fully visible. DJ felt no shame in watching this beautiful girl whip her hair around as she stood in her wet and super sexy outfit in front of him. Had he been a lessor man, he might have tried to touch such bodily perfection in a lust-dominated state. But he felt firm and watched the show.

Sadly for DJ though, the show was cut short when the Queen Bee grabbed the green shirt in her hand and quickly pulled it over her head and body. After that, she pulled her hair free of the shirt she looked down and saw that DJ was right. The shirt was just as big as the hoody and aside from the arms it covered just as much since it reached down to her thighs. With a surprised smile on her face, Heather took a deep breath and for what felt like the first time in forever since she came in the movie theater she didn't gag from BO.

Heather looked up at graciously at the Gentle Giant only to find him staring down at her legs, the one area of her body the shirt didn't cover. She couldn't help but smile at this and give a small laugh. Raising her hand up to DJ's face, Heather snapped her fingers and he out of his stupor within a few snaps. "Hey Big Boy, you okay?" she asked grinning.

DJ briefly shook his head before he rubbed his right temple. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I spaced out there for a minute."

The Queen Bee crossed her arms and with a smug grin looked up at her blind date. "Uh huh, don't lie, DJ. I know what you saw."

DJ nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah..."

"And now you know why they would have kicked me out of here."

"Oh believe me, I get that now." DJ nodded as he continued to rub his neck.

"You know what? I think I will have some popcorn. Could you get me some? Don't worry, I'll hold your spot." Heather said as she smugly pointed at the old timey popcorn stand.

A few minutes later, with two medium sized bags of popcorn in each hand, DJ turned away from the old timey stand and saw in the ticket line the one thing he never thought he'd see that day: Heather Hachi smiling. But it was true. The Brick House stopped in his tracks to get a better look and saw that the sexy Asian queen Bee in his favorite shirt had her arms crossed waiting for him as she stared off into space…with a smile on her face. Pleasantly surprised by this one positive thing, DJ continued his short journey until he reached her. "Well I see someone's in a good mood."

Surprised, Heather turned to her blind date before catching herself. She sighed. "Yeah, I guess I am." Then she nodded. "I am just so glad to have that horrible hoody off of me."

"Yeah, that thing was pretty bad." DJ nodded himself. "What'd you do with it anyway?"

"Oh, I tossed in that garbage bin over there." She said as she pointed to the large grey waist container about ten feet to their left. Indeed, the forest green hoody was half hanging out of it, with the bright red and white bass mascot on the front sticking out just enough to see it surrounded by discarded candy wrappers and empty soda cups.

"Huh, that's kind of a waste. How much did you buy it for?"

"Okay, yeah. I kinda spend too much for it. But there is no way I'm keeping that thing, ever!" Heather said as she crossed her arms again.

"Suit yourself." DJ shrugged as he handed one of the bags of popcorn to the Queen Bee.

"I usually do." Heather proudly stated as she grabbed the bag. Looking down at the golden popcorn in her hands, Heather saw the brown D on the light green shirt. Grabbing hold of the small green dot in the center of the D, she pulled out the shirt a bit. "T-Thanks for giving me the shirt, by the way." She said, not use to offering sincere thank-yous.

DJ shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Besides, it looks better on you than it did me."

"Oh I'm not so sure, Brick House?" Heather joked semi-coyly as she lightly jabbed him in the side with her elbow. "Don't try to hide the fact that you saw what's underneath the shirt. You know what looks better!" She teased shifting to and leaning to her left side as she let go of the shirt before it loudly snapped back, clinging to her wet body. When it did, the shirt showed a silhouette of Heather's petite body, her perky breasts in particular as the wet tube top acted as glue to the cotton T-shirt.

DJ couldn't help but look down at Heather's amazing chest as she teasingly smiled back at him. But unlike what Heather was expecting with almost every other she hooked up with, DJ didn't lock up and blush at her. The human Brick-House instead cockily smiled back as she nodded. "Ohhhh, there ain't no doubt about that." He then winked. "Good on yah."

Heather, for the life of her, was actually put off by this small bit of confidence at his flirting. She wasn't use to her dates not being putty in her hands. A little stunned, she dropped her teasing smile and gave a small laugh. "I gotta say I'm surprised. Usually when I go on a first date and flirt with the guy, the chump freezes up. You? Not so much. Good for you."

"Meh, your just a person. Don't get me wrong. I know where those 'chumps' were coming from. Hot queen of the school who's got the reputation of kicking puppies after class-"

"Ohhhh, its kicking puppies now? Before it was drowning babies." Heather joked before she ate a small handful of popcorn, feeling oddly at peace around the Jamaican Giant.

DJ laughed. "Ha! Nice. But nah. I just try to live by what my momma taught me: Don't judge someone till you've met'em."

"Huh," Heather nodded. "I gotta say. Usually when guy's mention their 'mommas' on the date its waaaayyy more pathetic."

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with guys lovin' their momma's." DJ said as he pulled out a can of soda from the right cargo pocket of his shorts and handed it to the Queen Bee. "That being said, I'll believe it."

Heather stared at the junior muscle man for a moment before taking the soda can. With a smile still on her face, Heather shook her head. "Sorry for how I was before."

"Its cool."

"I'll make it up to you. Ya still got those questions? I'll answer them. But you'll have to go first."

Happy to hear it, DJ gained his own happy smile. "Okay, number one: what are your interests?"

"Oh what the hell why not? But you have to promise that none of what I'm about to say leaves this conversation!"

"What's said here stays here. You got my word as a momma's boy." DJ promised as he gave a mock solute with his free hand.

Heather laughed. "Okay, that is the second time in five minutes you've made being a momma's boy not pathetic."

"It's a gift."

"Don't get cocky, Brick-House. Anyway, my interests- and remember this stays between us." Heather said pointing threateningly to the junior muscle man, who gave another mock solute back. The Queen Bee's stare lost a little of its threatening quality as she couldn't help but briefly chuckle. "My interests are cooking, shopping and organizing."

DJ chuckled himself. "Wow, really?"

Annoyed, Heather put her free hand on her hip. "I should have also made you promise not to laugh."

"What? There's nothing wrong with those. I'm laughing because cooking is actually one of my hobbies, along with hockey, gymnastics, and taking care of animals. Which incidentally is my next question."

"Okay, I can buy hockey. But seriously, cooking and gymnastics are your hobbies?"

"Hey, just because I can 'bench press a truck' doesn't mean I can't enjoy the finer things in life."

"Cooking and gymnastics are what you call the finer things?"

"I do. They're fun." DJ nodded, with no sense of shame. "Your turn. Hobbies. Shoot."

Heather was a little impressed, by how he was willing to admit to enjoying things that many would consider girly. Flashes of nervousness aside, he seemed to be very confident with who he was, no matter what others thought of him. "Okay. Well cooking still, and like you I happen to like gymnastics." Heather said trying not to sound embarrassed.

"Right! They're fun. But come on. That can't be everything."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, 'Oh come on'. I might have been taught not to judge but that don't mean I don't pay attention. All those times you mess with people. Your telling me that you only did it 'cuz some tiny dude with a pointy stick in a red robe on your right shoulder told ya to?"

"Okay, I gotta say…interesting choice of words. But you're right. Messing with people is kinda fun. You got me." Heather laughed.

"Yeah, I seem to be doing that, if all I have to do to get you in a good mood is to give you one of my shirts. If we do this again, I'll do that every time if you're cool with it."

Heather laughed again. "Slow down their, Speed Racer. The date hasn't really started yet. Don't chalk off me laughing to a few of your, admittedly good, jokes to having another date with you."

"I'll keep that in mind." DJ said as he grabbed a few bits of popcorn from Heather's bag and tossed them in his mouth. The usually stone-faced Queen Bee looked at her blind date with rarely seen amazement. Normally, if someone had tried that on her, the Ice Queen of TD high school would have kicked them in the knee and walked off. But for some reason that she couldn't explain, Heather simply laughed at DJ's confidence. Swallowing the popcorn, the Brick House asked. "Okay, last question. What do you and your friends like to do? Me and my buddies like to go to the beach, party and hang out."

"Usually me and Lindsay hang out at the mall." Heather shrugged.

"The one with the indoor roller coaster and for some reason only has one renta cop?"

"That's the one." Heather answered while eating another small handful of popcorn.

"Cool, cool." DJ said as she looked to his front and saw the dozen or two people in front of them. He then turned around and saw the few dozen more behind him. He shook his head. "Well since we have like twenty feet to go. You know, I think I'll chance my mind. Feel like another game of twenty questions?"

"Whatever." Heather shrugged again as she ate another small handful of popcorn.

"Okay…uh, um…what's it like at home?" DJ then hesitated for a moment as he noticed that Heather's grey eyes went wide and the Queen Bee instantly stopped chewing. "Uhhh, I-I'm and only child and, you know, me and my mom get along great."

Heather swallowed before giving a light cough at the sheer brazenness of that question. "Uhhh, getting a little personal there, Momma's Boy."

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Heather sighed. "Okay, well, since you've literally given me the shirt off your back, paid for the drink and popcorn, and are gonna pay for both of our movie tickets, I'll answer." She took in a deep breath before giving an equally long exhale, "I'll be honest, Big Boy. Life at home kinda sucks. It's nothing to set off an Amber Alert but it's still not good. My parents do whatever they can to avoid my little brother, sister and me. I'm pretty sure they're afraid of me in particular. My brother's a little monster. You think of any borderline illegal prank and he's done it. And my little sister's a pain in the ass dweeb."

"Huh. Wow, sorry to hear that. You wanna keep going?"

"Might as well since I dropped that bomb. But just remember that all of what is said here stay's here."

"I understand that. This is personal between you and me. I just wanna get to know you better."

"Fine, whatever."

"Alright, moving on, how'd your old relationships go? I've had one or two serious ones and a few less serious. All of mine were pretty good. I'm still friends with most of them."

Heather shook her head. "Polar opposite for me. All of my ex's were and likely still are grade-A assholes. My last boyfriend cheated on me with like ten other girls. All at the same time. After I figured it out, I gathered up all of them and together we destroyed the two-timing bastard. We hurt him so bad he transferred out the next week."

DJ's face looked ghost-white. "W-We-Well that explains what happened to Alejandro."

"Ohhhh yeahhhhhhh!" Heather nodded with a sinister smile on her face.

"O-Okay, k-kinda scared to ask this next one after that but ah, who's your best friend? Mine's Geoff. Use to surf and party with him all the time. The guy moved away at the start of the summer. We still Skype sometimes but I still miss seeing the guy in-person."

"Lindsay Dahlberg." Heather said replacing her frightening smile for a sad mopey frown. "And honestly only because she doesn't know any better and is as dumb as a door knob."

"Hey, you don't give Lindsay or yourself enough credit. From the time I've been with you, you seem alright." DJ said with a warm, sincere smile on his mocha-skinned face.

"That's because I'm actually trying to be nice here. Look, you don't know this but recently me and Bridgette got into a 'thing'not too long ago. So now I'm trying to... I guess not be so much of a bitch." Heather sighed. "Well you know my backstory and the crappy day I've been having because I'm trying to change...maybe this is a mistake?"

"Hey, hey, hey." DJ instantly wrapped his arm around Heather's shoulders and pulled her close against him. Heather instantly froze up as she felt the human brick-house's firm chest against her face and her front side. While she felt his almost crane-like bolstering arm against her back. "The first step is always the hardest. Especially something like that. But don't give up after just one day, a day that's not even over yet." As DJ continued his speech Heather couldn't help herself and slowly and gently rubbed her hand against the Brick House's stomach and felt his full sturdy six pack through the white T-shirt." It might not seem like much but its progress. Don't give up now." Heather continued to lightly rub against the chiseled six-pack on the Jamaican body builder, almost in a hypnotic state. Before she even know what she as doing Heather slowly slid down her hand from DJ's stomach to his waist. The second she felt the metal belt buckle Heather snapped herself out of her stupor and instantly pulled her hand back. "Don't even try to say no. I will pull the depth and the momma's boy puppy dog eye's if I have to."

With a light blush on her face, Heather looked up at DJ's face without even a remote idea of what he had just said. "Huh? Oh, okay, okay. You've convinced me. I'll stay... for now."

"That's all I ask." DJ stated as they both finally made it to the front of the line. The Gentle Giant then let go of the Queen Bee as he looked up at the schedule. When he did, Heather couldn't help but miss being pressed up to the temple that was the body of DJ Bennett. Sighing, the Asian teenage girl also looked up and saw the electronic schedule.

"Huh, well there's only one left and honestly..." DJ began.

"Its one we both know is lame." Heather finished as she crossed her arms.

"Well we did wait all this time to see it and the storm is still ragin' outside. The only other option we got is sittin' out 'ere until it lightens up." DJ offered as he shrugged.

"Fine, might as well." Heather answered shrugging back with a sigh of defeat.

"Cool. Two please?" DJ asked the ticket person.

The movie theater they entered was jammed pack, a human sardine can of velvet seats. After searching through row after row for empty seats in the flickering light offered by the trailers playing on the massive movie screen, DJ and Heather only found a single pair of empty seats at the very last row of the theater, which were thankfully right next to each other. As fate would have it, both were stuck next to a large fat guy who had a huge tub of buttery, salt-covered popcorn in the cup holder of the arm-bar that divided their seats.

By the time that they had reached their seats, the trailers had started. As you'd expect, they didn't interact with each other much, but it wasn't for the usual reason of focusing on the movie, or rather the trailers before the movie. Neither teen could focus on the movie. Not knowing the other was doing it, DJ and Heather were sneaking looks at each other in the light that faded in and out depending on the images on the screen.

Heather couldn't explain what she was feeling…and that was making her jumpy and furious! Of course she was use to guys being nice to her on a date, if only so they could ravage her afterwards. But there was something about DJ's display that had thrown her for a loop. For lack of a better way of saying, DJ's concern seemed so genuine and not self-serving or half-hearted. There was something about the warmth behind the Brickhouse's black eyes that had made the icy heart of the Queen Bee's to thaw a little. Plus the fact that he was shockingly cute and muscular helped with that thawing as well.

DJ was just as torn, but for a decidedly different reason. Unlike Heather, he knew exactly what he was feeling and what he wanted to do about it…but he knew that he couldn't. The Brickhouse was fueled by a desire to have Heather being his girlfriend, and to fuck her. Even though he was well-aware of how horrible Heather often could be, in particular to many of this closest friends (Bridgette, Lindsay, Gwen, Leshawna, Cody, etc.), there had never been a moment where he didn't dream of ravaging the hot Asian goddess. There little episode in the lobby had only made that stronger by showing her at her most open and human, suggesting that there was the potential to be nice buried deep within her. That in turn was causing his equally strong desire to help people merge with his lust for Heather. If he had just been a little less cowardly, DJ would have acted on his desires.

Fate itself seemed to be listening as circumstances in the Brickhouse's favor played out.

The person sitting next to Heather, in his excitement of the trailer playing itself out, had accidentally dumped the majority of his hug popcorn container onto Heather. Given her nerves already made jumpy by the enigma that was DJ, the Queen Bee leapt out of her seat at the sudden bombing of popped corn kernels and low-grade liquidized butter.

DJ instantly saw what happened and he panicked on multiple levels. He was panicking because Heather looked like she about to shout out at the guy, and that would not only get them both kicked out of the theater but it would also ruin any shot of salvaging this date. His worries became even more extreme when he saw that the same obese man in his twenties had spilt much of his equally large cup of soda onto Heather's now empty seat. But then, against all logic and social protocol, he had an idea that was dumb and likely to backfire but would maybe offer him just what he wanted, and hoped for. He had to try!

Before Heather could chastise, and just as likely castrate, the fat man responsible, DJ whispered to her, "Its ok, Heather. Don't let this loser get to you. He isn't worth it. But since your seat is now all dirty, you can always have a seat if you want…on my lap."

Normally, Heather would have not only shouted even worse at DJ for suggesting the idea, but she would have attempted to claw his eyes out in order to keep them as earrings. But after all of the crap she had dealt with so far, she didn't have much fight left in her.

Grumbling a tiny bit about how she wasn't eight anymore, Heather got onto her date's lap. Despite how demeaning it was and how she'd never live it down if anyone saw them like this, Heather did have to admit to herself that this was a better seat. DJ's powerful and warm legs provided a thick, heated seat that was only rivaled by the ones in her car. For the first time since this nightmare of a date started, Heather felt a little comfortable.

But it was only a little because of her still be all sticky and covered in butter and salt.

Heather gestured down the long green t-shirt "DJ, you know I'm covered in butter, right?"

DJ nodded before looking around the theater for a moment. He had another risky idea, and the success of the first compelled him to be brave enough to voice it. "You know it is really dark. I don't think anyone in here will notice if you…uh, take the shirt off."

Heather herself looked around the near pitch-black movie theater. All the occupants were staring blankly at the screen waiting for the movie to start. The Queen Bee then looked down at her shirt. While she couldn't see anything, she could feel the hot and gooey, disgusting liquid butter. She needed to get it off her, now! Sighing, Heather finally said, with a snapping tone, "Fine, but no peeking!" DJ gave a mock solute before turning his head away to his right and quietly whistled. Heather slightly smiled as she rolled her eyes.

Heather stood up before she then grabbed the collar of DJ's green shirt and pulled it over her head. As she did, DJ couldn't help himself and turned just enough so that he could see Heather out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately for him, the exact moment Heather pulled the shirt over her face the screen lit up to show more previews before the movie. Thanks to that, the human Brickhouse saw everything as Heather lifted his shirt up. He saw the Queen Bee's long smooth curvy legs before he saw her short-shorts covered behind. DJ saw that, like before, the short-shorts were still a little wet and because of that they were sagging lower than they should, clinging to her body, allowing him to see Heather's dark red thong.

DJ had to bite his cheek as his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when he saw Heather's behind. 'Holy crap! That has got to be thee tightest ass I've ever seen!'

Before DJ could really enjoy the sight of Heather's legs and shorts, he saw his date pull up her shirt high enough so that he could see her chest. And like before, the Brick House could see that Heather's tube top shirt was damp, but this time it was from the butter and soda their seat neighbor dropped on her. And also just like before, DJ saw Heather's dark nipples and perky boobs through the thin fabric. Like earlier when he saw the Queen Bee's bottom he didn't get to enjoy the sight for very long as she quickly pulled the shirt off completely. And, in the final bit of repetition from their time together in the lobby, Heather whipped her long raven hair from side to side, adding a cherry to the hotness.

Heather then tossed the sticky green shirt next to the Brickhouse's feet. After she did so, she turned and saw that DJ was still looking away from her to the side and quietly whistling. 'Yeah, he did that the entire time. Whatever.' Heather thought with a sarcasm laced mental voice before shrugging. She then stood in front of DJ before she grabbed both of his knees and sat down on his lap. Heather sighed as she tried to get comfortable on DJ's lap.

DJ had to bite his cheek to keep himself quite as she did so. He tried as hard as he could to just look forward at the screen and not to look down at the Queen Bee as she squirmed on his lap. It didn't take long for him not to take it anymore. "Uh, problem?" he asked.

"Not really, it's just that your legs are so…um, firm that its like I'm sitting on marble."

"Yeah, that's from all the laps and squats." DJ nodded.

"Well it works for you and looks good but it's not very comfortable to sit on."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should Brick House," Heather said before sighing as she let go of DJ's knees and crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever. I'll just have to make do."

DJ shrugged relieved. 'Thank God she stopped!'

With her arms still crossed, Heather slouched on DJ's lap as she looked at the screen. Disappointed and annoyed at the lame and kiddy preview currently on, the Queen Bee uncrossed her arms so she could set her elbow on her legs and rest her head in her hand. But the moment she moved her arms, she felt the gooey butter on her tube top. Looking down, she noticed that her entire chest was covered in the sticky soda and the gooey butter. Sighing in disgust, Heather asked, "Hey DJ, did you bring any napkins with you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah," DJ said as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a hand full of napkins and handed them to her. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Heather said grabbing them.

DJ continued watching the preview on the screen, now one for the latest live action Marvel movie, but was quickly distracted when he felt Heather moving around on his lap. Before the Gentle Giant realized it, he looked down and saw that Heather was trying to whip away the popcorn butter and orange soda on her chest. But luckily for DJ, the napkins weren't doing a very good job. He couldn't help but be in awe at what he was seeing. Unlike before in the lobby or even a few minutes ago when she just took off his shirt, DJ got an up-close and extended view of the girl sitting on his lap. Thanks to the bright light from the preview showing screen, he could see that thanks to the butter and the soda that Heather's B-cup chest and every other part of her body covered with the stuff was smooth and shiny against the light. DJ saw Heather slowly and thoroughly wipe against her breasts. He gulped as he saw the Asian hottie carefully wipe her boobs and push her left one up enough so that he could see her hard nipple through the stained shirt.

'Oh damn!'

Heather, unaware of her date's reaction, continued to wipe her chest with the napkins. "Uh, these things don't work for crap!" She grumbled before tossing one to the side and grabbing another one from inside her pocket. "No way in hell just these few are gonna cut it!" She said dropping the second napkin on the ground and leaning over to her side to grab another one. Wiping her chest rougher to try and make up for the shitty absorbing power of the cheap theater napkins, Heather snapped in frustration, "I'm gonna have to get more of these shitty things soon! Just another crap fest in this cluster fuck of a dat-!"

The irate Queen Bee stopped herself when she felt something long and firm suddenly appear under her left side on DJ's leg. Not knowing what it was and still lingering on her frustrations, Heather shifted from side to side on her date's lap for a bit, feeling it get bigger and firmer every time. Having no greater reason than it being something new to do that distracted from how shitty her day had been thus far, Heather then stopped shifting and started rubbing against it with her side. But when she started to do so for more than a few seconds, DJ gave a surprised cough. Looking up at the human Brick House, she saw him quickly turn away from her and to the screen with a forced blank look on his face.

For once, the Asian raven-haired girl looked at the sight with confusion. Slowly, with her mind now on it, she looked around for some details to explain DJ's reaction. She looked at the screen, and saw the same trailers that never seemed to end. She looked at the seats around them, and saw only the backs to the heads of the people sitting in front of them. She looked at her chest, and saw it was shining against the light of the screen while her breasts and nipples were fully visible thanks to the butter and the soda. While shifting to her right side, to marvel at how visible her breasts were, Heather saw a long pole-like object in DJ's left pant leg. Suddenly, it all made sense and became quite obvious. Smirking, Heather thought, 'The sneaky little bastard.'

Now, there was any number of ways that Heather could have reacted to this situation. The majority of them involved screaming, making a scene, and attempted castration. However, instead the Queen Bee remained silent for several moments, before releasing a light chuckle. After being on edge all day, letting loose her bitchy side would feel great.

With that in mind, she started squirming on DJ's lap again, specifically on his left side. He instantly coughed from the surprise. Looking down, the Gentle Giant saw Heather looking back up at him with a smug look on her face. It only made his boner more erect. This didn't deter Heather from shifting on his lap, if anything; it only added fuel to the fire. DJ, for the life of him, didn't know what to do and for a few moments the paralyzed Brick House and the smug teasing Queen Bee just continued their staring contest. That lasted until Heather looked down with a devilish gleam in her grey eyes enhanced by the light of the theater screen. Shocked that she had broken eye-contact first, the black orbs of the football star followed and saw that Heather was slowly wiping up and down her cleavage, with her going to great lengths to push the breasts upward and have the majority of their circular peach-colored goodness uncovered by her bra or shirt.

DJ finally reached his limit. A few more seconds of that display, and he would have grabbed Heather and started masturbating himself while dragging her along for the ride. To prevent that, he grabbed the Queen Bee's petite waist to try and hold her in place. But that only gave him an even better view of Heather's chest and her dropping the napkin on the floor, before squeezing her right boob. Bending down, he whispered in a confused and almost desperate tone. "What are you doing!?"

"I'm tired of being the only one having a crappy time on this date. Now it's your turn. Try to make the most of it." Heather answered with a smirk before she grabbed the back of DJ's head and pulled his head down enough so she could kiss his cheek. DJ couldn't help but blush from her kiss before he felt the Asian Hottie squirming again on his lap against his erection in his pant leg. He coughed in surprise again. Instantly DJ lowered his hands from her waist to her the bottom of her sides and firmly held her in place.

"Are you crazy? We could get caught in here. They'll call the cops on us!" DJ whispered.

"Look around Big Boy," Heather said in a husky whisper that made the cock she was sitting on twitch a little, "everyone in here is too distracted by this god awful movie. As long as we're quiet they won't know what we're doing." She then shook her head with a smirk as she let go of her breast and grabbed the back of DJ's head again. Despite her arms being so thin and weak in compassion to the muscles in DJ's neck and shoulders, the sheer desire to get felt up by her date gave them an added strength great enough to pull his head low enough to be within reach. Once it was pulled down enough, she kissed him, this time on the lips. Her lips and tongue hungrily clawed at the hot brown lips. As they did so, the massive ebony hands that had been like iron-claps around her waist slackened, now merely holding onto her without any restricting strength behind them. She hadn't kissed a man in so long and she was very eager for that. The familiar wetness forming inside of and around the edges of her mouth sent a spark through her. It was at this moment that the silent debate in Heather had been resolved.

She was going to fuck DJ!

But first she'd have to make her date want to fuck her, and if the throbbing shaft she felt through the cloth of his pants was any indicator, she wouldn't have to do much for that.

As Heather realized all of this, DJ remained as he had been…frozen. The previously suave and calm Gentle Giant found a shock and disbelief congealing in his belly that he hadn't felt since his first kiss. He had been hoping for Heather to do something like this but the shock of it happening, in particular given in just how bad of a mood she seemed to be, made him unable to do anything but feel her sweet lips and tongue along his own.

Then he felt another sensation. His left arm moving on its own until it dropped at his side. Before he could figure out what had happened, another sensation took its place, a rubbing sensation, between his legs, slowly sliding itself along the area of pants above his boner.

It took the confused Brickhouse looking down to piece together what was happening, aside from his date making out with him. He saw, at a angle that obscured much to him, that one of Heather's thin, feminine hands was rubbing his erection as she kissed him. Given that the Queen Bee's eyes were closed, he was amazed that she was so accurate. He couldn't tell if it was because of practiced skill or his boner being impossible to miss. The fact it could have been either option made the actions even more pleasing and hot.

The Queen Bee released her date's head and broke the kiss, which caused DJ's head to rise as a look of confusion and disappointment grew on his face even as he blushed. If she hadn't been so fired up and concerned with maintaining her cool sexy persona, Heather might have laughed at his expression. Instead, she whispered, "Just remember…try to make the most of it…'" She then started to wiggle around his cock with more vigor.

DJ instantly tilted his head back from the amazing feeling she was giving him. He quietly moaned, "Oh wow!"

"Right!" Heather laughed in way that was both sweet and naughty as she pressed her hand against DJ's brick-like chest. She couldn't help but rub her hand against it. The solidness of the muscles against her frail hand fired her up even more. Not even Alejandro had chest muscles as strong. "I know I'm making the most of it, Big Boy."

Slowly shaking his head, DJ looked down again and saw the beautiful Queen Bee giving him a glorified lap dance grinding against his shaft in her wet shirt as felt up his pecs. Outside of her being naked or doing more with his cock, it was hotness defined for DJ. It took him one-one hundredth of a microsecond to decide what he wanted to do next. Shrugging, he whispered while struggling to keep himself quiet, "Oh-oh what the hell?"

"That's the spirit, Big Boy." Heather smirked as she continued to rub his thick muscle bound chest, for once not having that husky whisper when saying her nickname for DJ.

Growing a smirk of his own, DJ grabbed hold of Heather's waist again. A strong part of him was tempted to hold his date down and further grind her body against his hard cock. It would have been so easy, he knew that Heather's body would submit to him. But he decided against that idea, if only because she was doing a good enough job on her own. While he desperately wanted to impale her on his dick, he also wanted it to be fair. With that in mind, the Brick House slowly slid his massive light brown hands down her creamy thighs, savoring the tight, toned flesh, before stopped at her moistened groin. As he slid his thick fingers into her shorts, he felt the wetness that was already present, the unquestionable proof that his knockout of a date was just as horny and eager as he was.

Grinning at knowing that, the Brick House slipped his fingers inward and reached the wet folds of Heather Hachi.

The Asian Queen Bee reacted instantly, completely stopping her efforts on DJ's cock. Her entire body went tense and her grinding ceased. In its place, she merely whimpered. Her date's strong hand and thick fingers were rubbing against her wet and inferno-like core. Heather looked at DJ and saw him smugly looking back at her. She merely smiled.

Nonetheless, never the one to be upstaged, Heather started grinding against him again but harder while grabbing DJ's white undershirt and pulling him close enough so that she could plant kisses on his neck. After leaving several lingering kisses and suckles that would likely result in heckies, the Queen Bee guided her lips up further and further until she was high enough leave some saliva next to his ear. "That's it Big Boy, you know what I like." Heather teased just before she reached down to his crotch in-between both of their legs and started rubbing his balls with her free hand through his cargo shorts as she kept grinding against him. "But I know what you like too..."

DJ coughed from the surprise, he had forgotten how blocked but great a girl's fingers stroking your pants-covered member could feel; sometimes he preferred a girl stroking his covered cock to it uncovered. In particular when said girl was a clear pro. Techniques like her rolling her flat palm and fingers over the widening tip, channeling his cock through the space between her pinky and other fingers, and fondling the space underneath his penis-head all showed that. His flinch knocked the Queen Bee off balance, almost causing her to fall. Luckily for them both, DJ reacted fast and reached up and grabbed Heather's left breast with his right hand and steadied her. Both of them look at each other with blank faces, completely still for a moment before Heather's smirk reappeared and she continued her grinding against his crotch and rubbing his balls. DJ followed her lead and started groping Heather's left B-cup breast with his right hand as his large, strong and firm left hand rubbed against her core. They continued like this, embracing each other in a slightly awkward but most sexually pleasing way, for a few short while, both knew fully well that they are surrounded by a lot of people in a dark room that has just enough light so they could see them if people really looked. Both know that they could get caught at any time and both loved it. It made their actions more gratifying.

Hearing Heather's whimpered moans, DJ looked down and saw that the Queen Bee was in her own little world. With just his left hand playing with her pussy's outer lips, he had made the always in-control Heather into a sex-brained pile of attractive teenage features. As much of a gentleman he was, the sight elicited something primal and pleasing in DJ. The same was true of seeing Heather's grinding have been reduced to half-hearted humping and her whimpers starting to morph into outright moans with more frequency. Seeing that made DJ smirk as he hadn't in several years. Having since figured that Heather was putty in his lap, the Gentle Giant leaned down, brought his lips to one of his date's ears, and whispered with his raw hunger present, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Heather. I've wanted to fuck you for years. 'N now, I'm gonna pleasure ya good so much that you'll be beggin' for my cock whenever I wanna use it."

With that, noting the look of aroused shock on his date's usually stone-faced face, DJ slipped his one hand into her top, finding the very pointed nipple, and began twisting it. At the same time, his other hand forced itself deeper into Heather's short before he began shoving his handle-like middle finger into her wet womanly folds. As he did so, he remembered the long since forgotten feeling of the different ripples against his finger.

Heather instantly moaned. The combo of DJ's new confidence, his powerful fingers, and the knowledge that she was more eager for her date's cock than that of any other boy was simply too much. However, to her deepest horror, the middle finger was withdrawn from her. As the hand it was a part of left her short-shorts, she glared at DJ with pure fury. If he didn't look and feel so good, she probably would have tried to kill him right then and there. That feeling weakened, but didn't vanish, when she found herself pulled back to him and pressed up against his wonderful muscular chest.

"Heather, I know its awesome but you gotta keep quite in 'ere." DJ meekly proclaimed.

Heather looked at DJ in a daze as if he had grown a second head. "Screw that! Your so good I wanna scream!" She almost shouted in a hushed tone.

"Well we can't do it in here."

"Then lets leave!" Heather grabbed the back of DJ's head and pulled him close enough so she could kiss him hard on the lips before invading his mouth with her tongue. Like before, DJ was too surprised to really respond for a moment before he started kissing back. But before they really got started again, Heather broke the kiss and let go of his head. "I know just the place." She said as she grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them off of her before she stood up. Grabbing DJ's hand, Heather added, "Come with me."

Standing inside of an old but large one-person bathroom, the Brick House known as DJ looked around and noticed how clean it was, especially for an old borderline run down former opera house. The spotless toilet and sink along with the sparkling mirror and tiles on the floor were very confusing. But DJ's train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of his vixen of a blind date loudly locking the door before she took off her right shoe and stuck it in the small space between the door and the floor, jamming it shut. Hearing Heather take a long inhale and after releasing a deep sigh himself, DJ asked, "Was that really necessary? Not that there's anything wrong with that! It's just, ah..."

Still panting a bit, Heather turned around. "The lock is broken. I don't know if they fixed it yet so I'm not taking any chances."

"Okay." DJ shrugged.

"Besides," Heather added as she grabbed the collar of the long green shirt and yanked it off before waving her hair back and forth, with the flowing river of ebony thread looking almost angelic in the bright lights above. The mock angel tossed it in the corner before she reached behind her back and unstrapped her tube top. Using a perfected sense of timing born from doing this so many times, she allowed it to fall to the ground in a manner that would get her date the horniest she could get him. The look on his face showed it worked as he stared at her exposed chest. DJ stood there in awe at Heather's amazing breasts. Yeah, they were not the biggest he had ever seen. That would have been Leshawna's remarkable pair, on the fine line between D's and DD's. But damn, nonetheless they were impressive. The Queen Bee had to have the perkiest boobs he had ever seen.

Heather tilted her head to the side with a hungry smirk before she sashayed over to DJ. The look of desire on her blind date's face was as transparent as cellophane. As usual, she got a small boost of pleasure at seeing the unhidden longing to fuck her on his cute face. When she got to him, she put her hand on his chest and aggressively pushed him until the back of his knees hit the toilet, knocking DJ down on the seat in a huff. In the back of his mind, he was impressed that the toilet seat didn't crack any from the sudden weight increase. But before the Brick House could really say anything, Heather dropped down to her knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt. She then unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them down to his knees in one go.

The second she did so, DJ's shaft shot straight up at attention and actually hit the Queen Bee right in the face. Heather instantly jerked back at the unexpected contact and rubbed her right cheek, where she had been hit, before looking down at what did it, DJ's dick.

Heather's jaw instantly dropped when she saw DJ's one-eyed black brick of a dick. It was fucking massive! Even on the Gentle Giant's massive, bulky body, it looked gigantic. The thick light ebony girth, even not at full mast, was likely the biggest cock the Queen Bee had ever seen, and she had seen a decent number of cocks in her time. Heather was sure that when fully erect it would be at least nine-inches long! She gasped. She put one hand in front of her mouth that was hanging opened despite itself. Her grey eyes widened and even shined a little as great heapings of lust flashed within them. Ever since her encounter with the shockingly well-endowed Geek, she had been praying for a cock of equal if not greater size. Despite never being religious, her prayers had been answered.

Heather stared in awe as she instinctually reached and grabbed it at the base before pumping up. DJ tilted his head back and moaned at her touch, beyond pleased that his dream girl not only was touching his cock but she seemed fully into it. "Holy crap!"

"Right!" DJ laughed. "I see you like Big Mac!"

This snapped Heather out of her aroused stupor. Still looking at and pumping DJ's erection, the Queen Bee asked with a single raised eyebrow, "Big Mac, really?"

"Yeah, its a nick-name DJ Jr. here got from an ex." DJ shrugged. "I liked the name, so why not keep it? Hey, they'res nothing wrong with being proud with Mac down there."

"No, no there's not." Heather said as she kept pumping Big Mac with one hand. She marveled at how her slender, creamy hand couldn't cover much of the light ebony spire. She quickly realized that one hand wasn't going to cut it, so she did something new. She started to pump a cock using two hands, sliding them along the succulent looking shaft as if she were applying sunscreen to it. They pumped the black brick with greater effort.

"Jesus, it has to be bigger than Cody's!" she whispered, still not believing the dick's size.

"Wait, you and…Really?"

"Yeah, but let's not talk about that." Heather 'suggested' with her best sexy smirk before she lightly kissed the bottom of the shaft with a controlled tenderness and soft restraint.

"No, let's not! Holy crap!" DJ loudly moaned as he felt Heather slowly kiss up his erection in a zig-zag pattern until she got to the tip. She then kissed the top for a long moment before she stuck out her tongue and slowly slid it down until she was at the bottom again. The thick aroma of cock brushed against her taste buds. A faint glistening of saliva was left in some spots as it sparkled in the bathroom's lights. Normally she wasn't that keen on giving blowjobs to a guy unless it was to get something from them but she felt like if DJ proved himself tonight, she might make an exception. The aroused Queen Bee then grabbed the tip of the nine-inch cock with her left hand and the bottom with her right. Heather slid the hands together until they met in the middle and then twisted around the erection, twirling the spire of mocha man-meat like a New Year's Eve party noise maker, wiping her lube all around it before she started pumping again.

As her hands were doing that, Heather kissed the top of the cock again, but in a different way. Before, she had been merely testing the waters, so to speak but not so anymore. She gave it her all. She sensually puckered and wrapped her lips around the dick tip, making out with it like it was the lips of a lover who she deeply loved but hadn't seen in years. She started to release long moans of pure desire, played up for DJ's primal male ego. After doing this for about a minute or two, she slowly slid her lips down the nine-inch beast, savoring every second of having its warm, musky girth between her hungry lips.

Heather never stopped; she never even slowed down at she methodically shoved DJ's hard-as-a-rock cock in her mouth. Even as it reached the back of her throat, she didn't stop; right up until she couldn't swallow it anymore and was forced to stop. When she reached that limitation of her biology, Heather slowly slid back up and as she did she continued pumping with her hands again, spreading out the new coating of lube.

DJ groaned in unbelievable relief and pleasure, goofily smiling at the feeling of Heather's undeniable talent as she worshiped his cock. Feeling the total wet warmth of the hot Asian girl's mouth around his penis reminded him of a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. While his last ex, Leshawna, had been a great girlfriend, the one drawback he had with her in the bedroom was her hesitation to suck his dick. And Heather was currently demonstrating what he had missed on because of that. Heather's left hand let go of DJ's dick as she grabbed and fondled his junk as she kept pumping with her right hand. As she did, Heather started bobbing her head up and down as far as she could on DJ's cock as her right hand pumped what she couldn't fit in her mouth and her left fondled his balls. Loud groans of pleasure erupted from DJ whenever his blind date bobbed her head or changed the positioning of her mouth over his cock even slightly, with it feeling like an unlocking of a whole new level of penis-pleasing pleasure on top of the already high precedents.

This kept on for several minutes before DJ grabbed hold of the tank on the toilet to keep him balanced from the feeling that was making it harder and harder to remain still or conscious. He gripped it so tight that the porcelain started to crack from the strength of his hands. This was also to repress the urge to grab the back of his date's head, have his fingers become intertwined with her raven hair, and drive it against his dick even more.

As he did so, Heather felt his balls constrict in her left hand and his dong twitch in her right. Knowing what was coming, and wanting to make sure she made a good impression on her increasingly promising candidate for a future boyfriend, she pulled her head back and DJ's cock out of her mouth as she kept pumping.

Milliseconds later, before the Brick House was fully aware of the change, a geyser erupted out of DJ's cock! Years of longing for her exploded all at once, all over the Queen Bee's face, chest and the top of her hair, along with a part of the wall to her side. Small spraying of release fired out at random intervals as Heather kept pumping his dick.

"Holy shit!" DJ moaned as he leaned to the side on the toilet, letting his hands hang at his sides. The capable athlete panted like he had just done an entire football game by himself, even as his body rippled with an afterglow surpassing anything outside of sexual release. He took a deep breath in a large huff. "Whoa, damn…that was something…"

"Oh I know, Big Boy." Heather said with a soft tone as she stood up. When she did, DJ looked up and saw that his blind date…might actually be blind. Heather's face was covered with his white sticky stuff. Her face was splattered so much that he couldn't really tell where he ended and she began. And it wasn't just her face. Heather's chest was also largely covered with jizz, right above her breasts. Before he could say anything, Heather swiped one hand across her face, smearing a good chunk of it off and allowing her to see again. Her grey eyes looked at the Brick House between creamy borders of cum. Heather then looked down at DJ and couldn't help but smirk at his shocked expression. Without realizing it, her date was hitting that perfect balance between being in awe of her and yet not seeming spineless that fired her up a lot. Wanting to see how he'd react, while still maintaining eye contact, Heather turned and licked her hand covered in his stuff, openly sloshing it around in her mouth before loudly swallowing. "Hmmmmm, tasty."

"Jesus!" DJ laughed in shock. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now!?"

"Oh I know I'm sexy." Heather laughed herself, hers of a more gloating and hot nature after she had finished cleaning off all of the cum on her person. She made sure to make it as much of a show as possible, partially to get her date to re-hardened as fast as possible. "I'm the sexiest bitch you've ever met!" The sexy turned-on Queen Bee said as sat down on DJ's lap, straddling his waist on the toilet seat. "And we're not even close to done!"

"Oh yeah, you bet your sweet booty we're not!" DJ happily smiled as he grabbed Heather's waist before picking her up and turning her around on his lap. The football star marveled at how light this girl felt; it felt like she might weight less than one hundred pounds. The mocha-skinned giant didn't feel it often, but he currently felt a rare sense of power coursing through his pleased body. And that spurred him forward. He wasn't sure when it had happened but something in the Brick House had changed as his dream girl was giving him the best blowjob he ever had. Before, as Heather had brought him to this bathroom, he was happy to let her guide things, to do only what she wanted and nothing more. He wasn't going to do that now. He was also going to make sure he guided some of the events, to do what he wanted to the girl he dreamed of fucking ever since puberty.

Confused, Heather turned back around at DJ but before she could say anything she felt him slide his right hand down to the center of her waist and unbutton her shorts. She paused. Outside of the daring he showed in the theater, nothing could have prepared her for this development. What shocked her most were his eyes; now looking like coal infernos shimmering and crackling in an almost palpable drive to ravage her like a feral beast. It was the gaze of a benign barbarian. Seeing that commanding, primal gaze while feeling his strong muscled hand pressing against her lithe and delicate body had primeval chills coursing along the Ice Queen's skin. Her nerves surged with sensation. Her heart fluttered a little faster. Her hidden nether-region so close to the thick bronze hand at her shorts twitched a little as it started to get wetter. She never felt this turned on by a simple stare. She never felt the electric surge of animal vitality sweep over her at a mere touch.

Knowing what he was doing, and suddenly turned on like mad, Heather smirked and unzipped her shorts; make it as slow as possible. The two blind dates stared at one another, enjoying the sight. They shared a smirk laced with little but the will and unspoken promise to please and fuck. With their lips not lowering, DJ grabbed Heather's waist again and lifted her up. After a second or two of being suspended in mid-air, the Queen Bee got the message. With the space now available to her, she pulled down her shorts and thong before kicked them into the same corner where DJ's shirt was laying.

With his iron-like grip not wavering even as the lithe girl with sweet creamy skin moved around to discard her clothing, DJ sat Heather back down on his lap just above his semi. Even at a mere semi his mocha-colored dick surpassed the lengths of most men at full mast. Being so close to that massive rod made the Queen Bee's pussy twitch slightly with anticipation, glisten with lubrication. She deeply longed to be penetrated by her date.

As that thought hadn't even been finished in her increasingly frenzied mind, Heather felt DJ sliding down his right hand from her side to her crotch. Her breath halted in a gasp. She couldn't breathe as she felt one of the mocha-skinned teens finger graze along the rim of her pussy, coating themselves in the pre-cum that would serve as their lubricate. His middle finger glistened a little in the light.

Without any warning or indication, DJ inserted his lone digit into Heather's sugar walls.

Heather reacted instantly, her body stiffened up anew at every advancement into her. Her back arched, as if trying to further impale herself on the thick probing extremity. The Queen Bee's face became red. The ramming motion of DJ's finger was unbelievable to her hungry body. She moaned in pleasure and slight pain as the digit entered her. Even though she knew by simple logic and her own working eyes that DJ 's fingers were big, it wasn't until now that she had realized just how big they actually were. Just like the rest of the Towering Ebony Hunk, his fingers were large and powerful, like iron rods. They were not like her own fingers, or the fingers of anyone that had pleasured her pussy with them. Even Alejandro's digits couldn't quite measure up to the Brick House's. DJ's fingers weren't slender. They were thick, insanely strong, and rough. Heather loved that fact. Only being partially aware that she was doing it, she loudly shouted, "Jesus Christ!"

"Right!" DJ laughed as he raised his left hand from Heather's waist to her left breast. After feeling the pointed nipple pressing against his palm for what felt like forever, he started to squeeze and fondle it. He handled it firmly, but not too firmly. Heather groaned reflexively in compliance. The Brick House's hand kneaded his date's breast and his fingers began to twist the pointed pink nipple. Even knowing his strength, he couldn't restrain himself when handling Heather's heavenly boob. He wouldn't know it until afterwards but the Queen Bee loved the roughness of his handling. Feeling so much raw power being forced against her very, very sensitive breast burnt her with a tightening pleasure, she felt as bright as the many electronic signs in Time Square. But that was not why he was doing this so strongly, it was simply because of him wanting to do this ever since he first saw her take off the hoody in the lobby at the beginning of their date. "God damn you hot!"

Heather didn't even hear what DJ said as she just tilted her head back onto the Mocha Muscled Teen's right shoulder while she howled out sweet nothings.

Amid the rocketing pleasure within her ravaged pussy, the Queen Bee felt another sensation, a warm, wet, and tiny puckering against her neck crackling like fire. In her current state, it took her a while to figure out, only after she felt a moist sliding motion moved along it. As his finger continued to invade the small girl's pussy, DJ started to kiss and lick and suck on Heather's neck. His lips hungrily feasted on the perfectly healthy skin. His tongue lathered the terrain of soft goosebumps. His teeth even lightly nibbled at them. He felt the area becoming slippery from his own saliva. And even as his jaw started to tire, he never allowed himself to stop. He was too horny and determined to please Heather to particularly care at this moment about the strain being placed on his mouth.

There would be many hickeys when it was over.

Neither he nor Heather would have any complaints about that, or about anything else.

Heather reached with her left arm and wrapped it around DJ's head to keep her from falling over as DJ continued to roughly squeeze her left breast and finger her with his big strong hands. It was also to keep his mouth pleasuring her neck as he did both actions. DJ quickly upped the ante by inserting his index finger as well into Heather's folds and started pumping them hard into her. Hard enough so that he started lifting her a little bit up into the air as he inserted his fingers as much as he could into her and plopping her down on his lap.

Heather loved this like mad and didn't want this to ever end even if the world suddenly stopped spinning. Her eyes rolled into her head as her mouth moaned things in a tongue other than English.

Though he didn't know what she was trying to say, DJ loved hearing it. That only increased as her date began to rub his two fingers into Heather's pussy at a semi-fast pace. Getting an idea of how to increase that moaning which he couldn't understand but loved, DJ started to move his fingers up and down the length of the entire neither region. As he did so, the Brick House made sure to wiggle his fingers in irregular, surprising patterns. The unpredictability had the desired effect as Heather's moans became louder and louder. The Gentle Giant soon felt the Queen Bee's clit and he began rolling it between his fingers. While doing so, he gave Heather's neck even more passionate kisses. DJ loved the louder moans that were sucked out of his date by his efforts. But what he loved more was the feeling of the raven-haired goddess' inner walls flexing around his fingers. He wanted more, she wanted to go in deeper, deeper into this sexy, amazing girl.

His efforts, with his thick fingers now being driven in up to the knuckle, had the desired effect. For the life of her, Heather couldn't even remember her own name at that moment as DJ shoved his thick truck bench pressing fingers so deep into her that she kept flying off his lap. At the same time, he started to throw in some hip thrusts; with the erect cock he was sporting wedging itself unintentionally into the taut groove of her ass-crack. By this point, every part of DJ that could pleasure his dreamed of lover was being used. One hand rammed her pussy. The other groped her breast. His mouth suckled on her neck. And his cock added another layer of naughtiness by driving between her fine butt-cheeks.

She realized, amid the overpowering pleasure, this fact. That DJ was doing literally everything in his power to make her cum, to make her happy. The level of pleasuring crackling along her lithe body reached unseen levels. She had tried for many years but she had never come close to this level, not even with Cody.

Then she started remembering; remembering all those lonely nights she played with herself, all those dildos, all the massagers, all the battery powered fuck toys. Then all those guys who were lucky enough she had let even get try. And how they all failed. After years of bitter failure, she was finally obtaining the apex of sexual pleasure.

Partially drooling off the side of her mouth, Heather loudly groaned, "FiIIIna-nallyyy!"

The girl always so concerned with maintain control found herself lost in the raw ecstasy. She basked in the probing of her pussy and the overpowering pleasure birthed from it. Soon enough Heather felt the pressure building up inside of her. She knew she was close.

Acting on that, she grabbed DJ's right wrist and pushed it as deeply into herself as she could while at the same time she pulled down on DJ's neck with just as much strain. In truth, her efforts didn't actually force either part of her blind date closer but the motion of them, and the realized motivation for them, caused DJ to comply with the nonverbal commands. The muscles like metal in both his arm and neck bent to Heather's whims even as her touch was like a bushel of flowers blowing in the breeze.

At feeling the hand drive itself in deeper and the lips pressing more firmly against her neck, Heather moaned louder than she ever had before as her climax crashed against her. Her pussy tightened around the fingers within it, as if trying to keep them there for good. Her entire body tingled and writhed as everything submitted to the celestial feeling explosion. Her voice box moaned a tune of unrestricted release and absolute pleasure. It was the voice of an angel, the kind of voice every man hopes to hear out of a woman. It was music to DJ's ears, which was why it pained him to cover her mouth. As he hand moved from her left breast to her lips, he hoped she understood that this was to keep them from being discovered. Her lack of shouting and anger seemed to suggest that she did.

Heather was trapped in that wonderful full-body spasm of sexual release for several minutes. After her much needed orgasm, the Queen Bee had no choice but to lie there within sexual tremors. She welcomed her lack of control; allowing her body to release both pleasure and pain as she was racked by heavenly convulsions. Soon, convulsions turned into tremors, tremors turned into quaking, and quakes turned into tingling. The whole time she was moaning in that wonderfully angelic matter that sounded so innocent.

Feeling Heather spasm out on his lap, DJ was outright concerned he might have caused a stroke before she stopped moaning into his hand and became as limp as a wet noodle on his lap. The Brick House actually had to grab onto her to keep her from falling onto the floor. Having been pulled back on DJ's lap, Heather leaned back onto his chiseled chest panting like a racehorse. "O-oh my g-a-awd…Tha-aht that was ama-a-azing…" she said.

"Right! I've never done that before."

"Yo-you've n-e-ever do-uhn that b-eee-fore?"

"Well I've fingered girls before but nothing ever that intense. I kinda wanted to give it my all, since I was fingerin' you, ya know?"

"Well f-uhch me-eee." Heather panted happily as she straightened herself on DJ's lap.

"Isn't that what we're do'in?" DJ joked.

"Oh-hhh no-aht ye-eeht." Heather took a deep breath and a long exhale. "But we're gonna, Big Boy!" The Queen Bee said as she grabbed hold of his knees and pushed herself off of his wide lap. She landed on her feet but her knees were so wobbly that she almost fell over and she had to lean against the wall to keep herself standing.

Seeing this and watching Heather clumsily walk toward her pile of clothes at the far corner, DJ asked with concern in his voice, "Uhhhh, you okay?"

"Take this as a complement, DJ." Heather said as she feebly staggered over to her clothes in the corner before bending down despite the protests of her spent body. "Only one other guy has ever got me like this and you haven't even fucked me yet."

"Um, okay." DJ shrugged not knowing how to really respond to that. All the response that was given was his cock growing slightly more erect that his sexual prowess with his mere fingers surpassed anyone Heather ever fucked with their cocks. It was gratifying. And the same went for the unhidden view he was getting of Heather's sweet, taut ass.

Finding what she was looking for, Heather stood up and turned around at her date still sitting without pants on the toilet, the long piece of sweet ebony man-meat contrasted the shiny white of the clean toilet bowl. Just as obvious was the massive size of the semi-erect cock. Holding a condom in her hand, Heather looked down at the Brickhouse's brick. She raised her eyebrow as she asked, "I don't know if this will fit you?"

"Oh don't worry." DJ said as he reached down to his short's right pocket and pulled out a much larger condom from his wallet. "I brought my own."

Heather smirked. "Seriously, where have you been for the last four years of high school!?"

"Around." DJ shrugged with cool smirk. "You think you can get over here okay?"

"Just try to fuckin' stop me!" Heather boasted as she stumbled back over to the teenage muscle man. Her legs throbbed with protest but that juicy cock on the Brick House's lap allowed the Queen Bee to push forward, hoping that he would be pushing forward into her within a minute. When she finally got over to him, she pushed herself off the wall and caught herself by grabbing onto his knees before jumping on his lap again. Only this time straddling his lap just beyond his pole of a dick as the erect soldier poked her in the stomach. She found it mildly amusing how its tip was covering her belly button, imagining that even when not even trying they were attempting to have it fuck a hole on her. While having another orifice on her in mind, Heather yanked the condom out of DJ's hand, opened it and quickly set it over the head before sliding it down to the base. She was actually kind of surprised when the condom actually made it to the bottom of the shaft because it was so long and thick. But Heather wasn't distracted for long as she heard DJ moan from the feeling. Tired of waiting, she said, "Hey Big Boy. Stay focused here."

"Huh?" DJ asked before snapping out of it and grabbing hold of Heather's waist again. "Yeah, sure."

"Now, I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't remember my own name. Got it?"

"Only if you fuck me so hard I can't remember my name." DJ joked. "Its only fair."

"Oh that's not just fair." Heather said as she grabbed hold of the shaft with one hand and lifted herself up off DJ's lap with her other. Letting that statement linger in the air charged with teenage release and the musk of released cum, she positioned herself over her date's darkened spire of sexual desire, with her legs sliding up on DJ's for stable footing as her feet hung off of the toilet bowl. As much as her legs ached from the effort, the Asian Hottie had felt much, much worse during her ballet lessons. Those same skills allowed her to make her descend appear gradual and effortless. Knowing that she had regained a measure (if not all) control over the situation, Heather started to shift her weight before leaning backwards. Summoning her years of ballet that ingrained a perfect sense of balance, she displayed her Olympian flexibility. Acting on the half-foggy remembrances of her early seductions of boys, she held herself in place with her hands behind her, puffed her chest out and rolled her shoulders back before locking them in place. The result of this was fully presenting her bodily glory to him, with her breasts and sex on total display for his private viewing pleasure. Wanting to push things further, Heather smirked as she went for the grand finale. She shook her head several vigorous times before tossing her long hair as black as a starless night sky back, causing it to spread itself out entirely behind her shoulders. Now there was nothing block or cover herself from his gaze. The look on DJ's face said that he was deeply impressed. She savored that look as she lined up her dripping pussy with his eager cock. Once it was aligned perfectly, she said while lowering herself upon him, "That's a pro-AH-ahmis!" After that nothing but moans of pleasure came from her lips as she rode DJ's dick.

"Oh Gawd your tight!" DJ moaned in almost a primal roar as he tilted his head back from the pure pleasure as Heather lowered herself down onto him. Even through the extra-strong condom, the Brick House could feel how confined she was, how tightly the pulsating rod of his gigantic mocha cock fit within her crammed neither region. If she wasn't so wet, DJ wasn't actually sure he'd have made it in. And wow it felt amazing. He had sex with several women before, but he had never felt this good fucking a pussy before. Even among the standards of fucking girls, this felt on a whole another level. It felt so good that DJ never wanted to stop fucking Heather, no matter how tired he felt. But tired was as far away from his current state as a physical state could be.

Finally making it down as far as she could go, the Queen Bee twerked and shifted slowly around on his lap. Enjoying the incredible feeling of being so full inside of her, Heather laid both of her hands on DJ's chiseled chest again, feeling the craved, rock hard muscles. Unable to stand it anymore, the Asian lifted herself up, and started bouncing on his dick.

As she did so, DJ was mesmerized by the sight of Heather's perky breasts bouncing and jiggling in front of his eyes. Her erect brown nipples hypnotizing him. It made a wonderful compliment to the wet tightness of her pussy around his cock. Unable to take it anymore, he grabbed hold of Heather's right butt cheek hard and kept it in rhythm as she bounced with one had and grabbed her left boob with his other. While doing so, he lifted his head close enough to bury his head in her breasts, licking her right bouncing boob.

Heather moaned loudly as she grabbed hold of the back of DJ's head, needing some stability amid the furious, overpowering hurricane of carnal pleasure crackling through her tingling body. The moment she did, he hopped up off the toilet seat, easily lifting the light, lithe Queen Bee in his muscled grasp, feeling the urge to move around and fuck her against something almost as hard as he was. At noticing the motion of the guy inside of her, the Queen of TD High School instantly wrapped her toned, peach colored legs around the rich mocha waist of DJ, all the while continuing to bounce off of his waist. While moving towards the middle of the vacant bathroom, with every new step, the Brick House continued to hump Heather, every step in line with his phallic rhythms. DJ stepped one foot out of his shorts on the ground but his other foot got caught and it took a few seconds for him to kick it off. The second he did so, the Brick House who's slight was blinded by boob carried Heather over to the far wall and slammed her hard against it as he plowed into her. Not that she minded as she practically howled into his chiseled chest.

Loosing leverage with only one hand DJ let go of Heather's behind and reached over to grab hold of the Queen Bee's left knee. Once it was in his grasp, with his hand completely covering it, he hoisted it over his shoulder allowing him better penetration along with leverage. Of course, Heather loved every second of it and actually crossed her eyes the second he did it from the overwhelming feeling. Heather loudly moaned, ordered, DJ to fuck her harder and harder, and he happily obliged. He slammed her into the bathroom wall with stronger and stronger thrusts as the wetness of her pussy and his decreasing restraint ensured that every new penetration was deeper and more pleasurable. If either of the teens had been thinking of anything outside of the new thrust, they would have been worried about the possibility of leaving a Heather-sized imprint in the pristine wall. But they weren't thinking, they were only fucking.

DJ continue to plow into the queen bee for several minutes until he slammed his c-ock as deep as he could into her and her as hard against the wall as he came right inside her for the first time and heather for the third. After it was over, still carrying heather in his arms, DJ stepped back from the wall and loudly groaned relief. "That was awesome."

"Ohhhh gawwwddd!" Heather moaned with her mouth open and her eyes still crossed.

"You okay?" DJ said with a laugh. "Just remember you name is Heather Hachi."

A fierce scowl of bitterness flashed on Heather's face as she shook her head harshly. She was determined to give DJ such a verbal beat-down. She raised her head defiantly. But then it fell down like a wet noodle under its own weight. The Queen Bee's landed on DJ's chest with a thud. Her grey eyes looked upward as her head remained in place, from which she noticed the Brick House's cocky smirk. "Ah shud uuuuppp!" Heather ordered as she lightly pounded her hands on DJ's chest.

The mocha-skinned Brick House couldn't help but laugh as he took a knee and slowly set the melted Queen Bee on the floor. Both groaned as DJ stood back up and slid his dick back out of her. That snapped Heather out of her stupor and she saw that her blind date was turning around and heading for his shorts by the toilet. "Where are you going?"

Turning around, DJ answered, "Oh!? I thought that we wer-?"

"Oh hell no!" Heather declared sharply with her eyes ashen infernos worthy of Dante's as she pushed herself off the ground. But the second she put any weight on her feet to stand, her legs collapsed on her and she landed on her ass in a loud thud. Angry at her weak knees, Heather angrily groaned as she flipped herself over on her stomach before pushing herself onto all fours with her behind to DJ. Giving him a full view of her beautiful tight ass, she wiggled her butt from side to side, further showing the supreme tautness of her pretty, petite posterior. "Get over here with that meat hammer and shove it back into me! Fuck me like I'm your fucking bitch, which I will be if you can make me cum hard again!" The presenting Queen Bee shouted swaying her ass with greater vigor from over her shoulder, with her sheer horniness overpowering her usual unstoppable need to be in control, to be the dominant in any relationship that she was in.

The Brick House stood there stunned, his exposed cock becoming erect once more. It was the only movement on his body riddled with confusion. This was a situation that many a teenage boy had dreamed of but never imagined would become reality, the girl who you've had a crush on for years begging you for your cock and vowing to become not just your girlfriend but your bitch if you fucked her hard enough. By the time he reached full-mast, his body was able to move again and rushed over to self-labeled bitch. "You know you're the hottest girl I have ever met!" DJ loudly chuckled as he got over to Heather before getting down on his knees right behind her. Grabbing her waist with his huge, mighty hands that easily covered the majority of its lithe, creamy skin and held it in place as effectively as a metal clamp would have, he added, "You know that right!?"

"Damn straight I-AAAAAAHHHHH" Heather said before loudly moaning as DJ rammed into her again. Heather loved every moment of it as DJ gripped her waist tight and pulled her against him as he plowed into her pussy from behind. But unfortunately for them, at the same time that Heather started losing balance as she had no control over her limb, noodle-like legs, DJ had to hold her up as her knees slid against the tiles from under her. This resulted in the Football Star only being able to give the Asian Hottie half of his ramming might, due their joined bitterness. Eventually, the pseudo-fucking was ended.

Because of the bad angle, DJ was forced to stop, much to their mutual dismay. "Uhhhh, are you okay?" He asked.

"No! You stopped!" Heather spat.

"No, its your legs, are you sure tha-?"

"I'm FINE! Just fuck me!"

"Uhhhh- okay, I got an idea. You still got control of your arms, right? Can you hold yourself up with just 'em?"

"I CAN DO WHATEVER IT TAKES JUS- Yeeeeeesssss!" Heather moaned as she felt DJ shove his plastic covered nine-inch black brick back inside her. He pounded her pussy without any restraint, too horny and fired-up to care about if he was going in too deep into the smaller opening. The Queen Bee marveled at how deeply that fleshy rod turned hardened ebony steel probed her being. It was deeper than any cock had ever been, and deeper than even the largest dildos she had used on herself. No space of her insides was spared from colliding with that cock. The size of the cock, the roughness of the fucking, and the unrelenting nature of it rammed its way through all of Heather's considerable sexual experience, the build-in resistance to climax that comes from cumming so often.

Shouting at an almost angelic pitch funneled through the moans of a she-demon, Heather came right then and there. All of the feeling and powers of motion were robbed from her lithe body as it shook in cosmic feeling convulsions on the clean bathroom room. She went slack-jawed. Her eyes became crossed. No fucking had ever done that to her. Heather's capable intellect had been obliterated, wiped clean by the white-hot nova of sexual pleasure erupting inside of her flooded lady hole. Everything became white, time and space lost all meaning and context. For a few brief moments that felt like a wonderful eternity, all of the ice had been blasted away into steam, all the bitchiness she did so effortlessly didn't exist anymore. She had forgotten her name.

Eventually, the rapturous rush of the orgasm abated. And when it did, Heather remembered her name, and everything else about the life she had lived beforehand. Her eyes, feeling foggy from the blast of sensual steam inside of her, noticed her surroundings. They noticed the bright lights above, and the shining floor below. But more importantly, they noticed the towering monument with muscles etched from mocha stone that hadn't stopped fucking her. Between his height, powerful physique, and the elemental drive his face showed while fucking her, DJ looked like perfection in her eyes.

It wasn't until she had basked in his presence for a few moments that she realized something felt different. The Queen Bee eventually pieced it together like a puzzle. DJ, the Goody-Two-Shoes and borderline Mama's Boy, had grabbed hold of both her ankles. He was yanking them back, forcing his erect girth into her even deeper than before. By the time Heather's brain processed this and she could once again feel the pleasure of it, she started to sing a chorus of moans and screeches reeking of femininity and sensuality.

That spurred DJ to drive his dick even further into Heather, further than he had gone with any girl, let alone someone as petite as Heather. Her tiny pussy constricted his penis, sending off wonderful surges of bliss as the sensitive fleshes caressed each other lovingly. The cock-head in particular was squeezed and compressed to wonderful effect. As he plowed into her without pause, he felt her cum wash over his condom-covered cock inside of her as he did it, with the added fluid given him greater traction and pleasure. He fucked her raw for quite some time, until he tried to pull himself out. But his efforts were for naught, Heather was simply too tight, causing her to be pulled back when he tired to spilt them. He was stuck in her, until she helped him. There were worse fates.

Eventually, the girl who couldn't remember her own name came down from her high and pulled away from DJ, allowing him to pull himself out of her. This caused them to moan.

"Ohhhhh….woooooow…" Heather moaned with a sigh, "T-That was somethi-AHHH!" She cried out as DJ, without any warning, violently yanked her back and impaled her on his cock yet again. As he rammed into her with the same gusto as before, she lost herself. Heather lied there limply as she basked in the fucking. She wasn't contributing to the effort outside of offering the orifice to fuck, but she was obtaining all the benefits of it. She nearly screamed in sweet nothings as her body was ravaged. Once again, DJ came.

Because to the lack of traction, thanks to Heather's knees, the couple had to go slow as she had to pull away from DJ using only her triceps, only to have DJ quickly yank her back and slam her back on his dick. Not that either of them minded. If anything, during this, Heather was happily wondering if the lovable mamma's boy was gonna split her in half with his sludge-hammer of a cock. "Harder! Harder! Ohhhhh yeeesssss!" She screamed as she came for what had to be the ninth or tenth time that day. Her eyes crossed so much that the beautiful and physically flawless Asian beauty looked like she had lazy eyes as her tongue slipped out and hung off the side of her open mouth. DJ wasn't far behind her and yanked Heather back as hard as she could, this time it really did seem like he was impaling her as he came, spewing his semen inside of his condom.

Their moans of pleasure rung loudly in the bathroom as they reached their last climax.

Finally, literal years of sexual desire had been cleansed in the pyre of DJ's passion. He had finally managed to fuck Heather Hachi until he couldn't fuck anymore. His muscles, which had been tensed to the point of ripping by the sheer volcanic drive to fuck her hard, finally slackened, with the strain of the physicality released along with the last orgasm. Feeling like his mighty arms were becoming columns of cement, he let go of Heather's toned legs, dropping them to the ground. At the same time, due to the change in motion, both he and his blind date fell hard towards the polished bathroom floor with loud thuds.

But for Heather, the fall wasn't as hard as she had feared it would once she had realized that she had been falling down. While her landing had not been soft, it wasn't painful either. Given the waves of pleased numbness washing over her brain, it took her a few seconds to realize why. She had been pressed right next to DJ's body, with it partially shielding her from the floor. Even when not trying, he remained a true gentleman. Heather released a soft gasp as she pressed up against him. She pushed her tiny hands against the warm firmness of his mocha chest before flattening her whole body against it, shuddering in pleasure as she basked in the warmth of his body, listening to his heartbeat.

She eventually realized that something didn't feel quite normal. Then the Queen Bee's grey eyes moved towards the source of the feeling, her waist, and she almost laughed out loud. She noticed that she was inside his lap, with his cock still inside of her. Even when a gentleman, DJ had managed to make it a little naughty…and that's how Heather liked it. Despite still having her reservations and feeling the talons of doubts clawing at her, she was starting to believe that she could have a good future with the Brick House.

Both teens were completely out of breath. There joined bodies glistened with sweat and their chests, adorned by either B-cup breast or chiseled pec, labored as they moved up and down with the strain of exhaustion clawing at them. Their mouths and throats were dry from the loss of bodily fluids and loud moans.

"Tha-aaht waa-ahs aw-suhuhm!" DJ said through panted breath, with every breath causing Heather to rise and fall as if caught in a gentle wave lapping against the shore.

"Right!" Heather panted back, basking in that feeling, in the gentle sway of her date.

Even if their bodies had been capable of movement, they wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere. They both would have been perfectly content to stay this way forever.

Outside of Maple Cinema, the ground was covered in pools upon pools of sky-water. The parked cars, sides and tops of buildings were laced in damp grey beads of hail. The air was finally calm with no wind at all. Above there were still very overcast clouds but they were clearly thinning and the sun would be out soon. The chaos had left the town's skies.

Below all that, the old opera house turned movie theater's front glass doors opened. Two people came out. One was the human Brick House, DJ Bennett, unusually wearing just his white undershirt and cargo shorts. With him was the feared and admired Queen Bee of TD high school, Heather Hachi, wearing his trademark green T-shirt while laying in a daze in his arms bridal-carry style. His right arm was under her knees and his left arm was holding up her back as she leaned her head onto his chiseled chest with a goofy smile on her face in a dream-like stupor, still basking in the divine experience she had felt.

Walking away from the movie theater and into the parking lot, DJ joked, "So, how did you like the blind date?"

The slightly dopey smile on Heather's normally scowling face hardened a little bit. "Hmmmp…meh. It was okay. I've had worse."

"Really?" Her date asked with a disbelieving look as they passed a blue mini-van.

"Yeah, but no date ended as great as this one did." Heather answered as she started rubbing her hand against and feeling up DJ's washboard-like abs through his shirt.

"That's what I thought!" DJ laughed, accidentally knocking Heather's head off of his chest for a moment before she fell back onto him. The pleased Queen Bee laughed herself at this before she went back to feeling up DJ's abs and then moving up to his chiseled chest. Seeing that display of contentment made the Brick House very pleased and a little aroused "So you thinkin' of doin' this again some time?" he asked dopey, happy.

"Oh definitely. Just from today alone you are hands down the best guy I've dated."

"That's what I like to hear!" DJ said with a massive smile while he confidently nodded.

"Just make sure you bring, ah, 'Big Mac' with you next time." Heather said reaching down and padding DJ's crotch through his shorts, gently squeezing the hidden girth.

DJ instantly stopped and coughed from the feeling and the surprise, he still wasn't fully used to Heather grabbing his cock, but he liked it more than words could describe. Looking down, DJ saw Heather was looking back up at him and somehow kept her goofy smile and smirking at him at the same time. With a nervous laugh DJ answered, "Well that is the plan. Why? You like McDonalds?"

"Funny, just make sure you remember the wrapper that goes with the Big Mac." Heather ordered before she wrapped her arms around DJ's neck to hoist herself up so she could give him a quick peck on the lips before falling back down in his arms. "So how's this gonna work? Are you gonna call Lindsay and have her pick me up?" She asked.

"Nah," DJ answered as he walked to the passenger side of a forest green jeep. "I'm gonna take you home."

"What a gentleman."

"That's what I try to be."

"But I know your not always gentle, Big Boy." Heather teased as she reached down and padded DJ's crotch again, feeling the flaccid but still impressive rod within her fingers.

Like before, DJ coughed from the feeling and the surprise. Then, with a large smirk and a small blush, he said, "Yes, yes you do." His response seemed to trigger another reaction in the Queen Bee, as she handled his dick. He savored the feeling of the dream girl in his arms gently squeezing and stroking his cock through his pants even when he had no desire to fuck. It was an incredibly simple but appealing idea. After about a minute of this, however, his mind returned to practical matters, as he asked, "Now, you wanna...?"

"Oh right." Heather answered as she reached over and opened the passenger door.

"Thanks." DJ said as he leaned over and set the Queen Bee down on the padded seat. The human Brick House shut the door before walking around to the driver's side and stepping in. As he ignited the engine, he asked. "Soooo, where do you live?"

As the newly formed happy couple drove off from the movie theater, a change occurred. Everything within eyesight for dozens of miles was drenched with the storm's remains. No matter its height, placement, or material, everything in the town was wet with rain.

With one very notable exception…a teenage girl standing on top of the movie theater.

Unlike the rest of the rooftop around her, she was completely dry. The cloth of her dark green sweater wasn't made any darker by being oversaturated with water. Her long light blonde hair wasn't matted or clinging, instead it was rolling down from her head in long strands that had crispness. She looked out of place in the sodden, dripping landscape.

Her grey-blue eyes gazed out at the skyline and the large town underneath its shroud.

Slowly, very slowly, where before there had been only fathomless darkness there was light. After over half a day imprisoned, the sun was finally starting to reclaim the sky. Soon its rays of cosmic energy and life spread out across the aerial terrain. But the light wasn't the pure gold or sparkling blue that most would have imagined though. It was red, a rusted crimson, like the sky was on flickering fire. The clouds were a fleshy pink color. The iron-black thunderheads that had dominated the choked sky before and during the storm gave way to the gentle billowing caresses of the blushing puffs of water vapor.

The clouds were like plugs of bloodied cotton wool dabbing ineffectually at the slashed wrists of the sky. It was a sky of pain and despair, of lurid splendor and dark omens.

Dawn had seen this kind of specific coloring only once before in Nature. It horrified her.

Remembering her journey in the sea, hundreds if not thousands of miles from any land, she thought back to that shape; that massive, mottled-yellow, nearly headless shape. It was a dead whale, with what parts of its body were still present suggesting a death from old age and disease. The horror was spreading outward as the ocean became deformed. The water had been like the sky she gazed at was scarlet, foaming in pink, horribly pretty.

The prodigious blood-dripping mass swayed and heaved in the powerful ocean waves. The red tide poured down into the clear ocean from all sides of the whale, spreading outward with crimson tendrils. The leviathan's tormented body had rolled not in brine but in blood. The ocean seethed and bubbled in ruby as the sun's light caused it to shine with an almost unnatural brightness. Under that brightness, the dark shadows of sharks swam.

Hundreds of sharks surrounded the dead whale, fiercely fighting with each other with sharp slapping of their tails as they feasted on the carrion's rotting fatness. They tore and splashed the gentle currents as they attempted to feed their seemingly insatiate hunger. Jewel-hilted mouths quarrelsomely carved at the carrion as rows upon rows of teeth moving independently of their lips forced in chuck after chuck of bloody blubber. They thirstily drank at every fresh gash, at every fresh rush of blood mixed with salt water. They viciously snapped at all. In the foamy confusion of those foul pink billows it was hard to tell whether the sharks were mainly targeting the whale or each other, as fish entrails drifted into the depths as black as night like party streamers befitting only Satan.

The wonder and splendor of life had been turned into a frantic, razor-studded holocaust of seething teeth and shredded tissue and petty cannibalism amid the presence of plenty.

Spray after spray of clotted red carnage shot outward, sometimes rocketing into the frightened air, bespattering the human witnesses with showers of vivid pink gore.

Even in the dry sky, Dawn thought back to that pink water, and how awfully warm it was. Something of unquestionable beauty had been made into something very ugly and sordid.

But there was something else there, something else lurking behind the pretty scenery. It was soft yet powerful, like the tread of a stalking tiger. Uneasy, Dawn could sense it, prowling around, lingering around the town, and it was closing in with phantom footsteps. There was something inscrutable within those gentle pink clouds, something laced with outrageous, otherworldly strength, and that inscrutable thing was what Dawn feared. It was morbid hints and half-formed suggestions of something beyond humanity.

The sun shuddered at its presence, at its coming. As did Dawn.

The Moonchild looked at that pink skyline for a few moments before turning her gaze down the surrounding cityscape. She did a quick look around from left to right and back again. Giving a deep examining look to all the buildings, cars, street trees, the people, and of course, all the vast, almost unnatural, amount of water in it. While still looking at the city, she took out her phone and dialed the only number installed in it.

After a few rings, it was answered, "Hey daddy. Yes, I'm still here. The storm's over. No one's hurt. But it- it just wasn't right. The aura of this place is swirling with too high a concentration of clouded red and dark green, suggesting deep-seated anger and resentment…No, Daddy, its not just someone's wife cheating on them. The spike in negative energy is too pure and sudden to be natural in origin or make-up. Something otherworldly is going on here…Yes, yes. I'll keep looking. I'll find out what it is…No, I don't need any help. It's not much of a first case on my own if you wanna tag-a-long and hold my hand. I can handle this…I know you do, Dad. I know you do. I love you too Dad. I'll be safe. Thanks…Say hi to Chaz for me…thanks again. Bye."

And that was the latest chapter of this story! As always, we hope you enjoyed it.

So…let's talk about that ending! Quite the shift in tone from the rest of it, yes? Lol Well, that was the point. You see, me and my partner are toying around with another story idea, which would be set in the same universe as this story but be radically different in tone and overall style. And as you can tell, it would be darker and contain some fantastical elements. To be perfectly clear and completely honest, I sincerely doubt that this story will ever come into being but I'm open to the idea. Please let me know your thoughts on this ending and concern of a darker and more serious story with things outside of the normal in the same universes as Meek, ok?

On that note, while its just a rough idea at this point. For the next chapter of Meek, my partner and me are debating about doing something unique. Having three lemons in the same chapter! If we do this, it should be great.

And yes, the city is called Keem! Lol

[1] This is a reference to Flowey the Flower from the GREAT indie game "Undertale". If you haven't played it…PLAY IT NOW!

The next chapter will probably be a long time coming…sadly. But I'll do my best.

Until then, please: read, review, alert, favor, and spread the word!