Its Gwednesday
"Slurp. Glurp. Gulp."
Scott mumbled through clenched teeth. His back pressed hard against the door to his pick-up truck behind them. With its windows tinted, and his bottom half covered by its front tires, Scott's entire body was hidden- Thankfully. Because if he was caught, they were totally going to jail for public indecency. Scott bit his lip as the teal and black haired head bobbed up and down his crotch. His dick in its owner's mouth. Loud glopping every time his head slipped past her teal laden lips and hit the back of her throat.
"You do that on purpose, right? You like how it sounds."
"Nofff ash muphph afff uphhhh..." Gwen gobbled, leaning forward and pressing Scott's dong against her cheek.
Gwen looked at him right in the eye as she loudly hummed at him. Like she was mouthing on a delicious sucker, not a part of human anatomy. Scott tilted his head back, banging it against his window. A low moan escaping his lips. He couldn't help it. The vibrations from the hum felt too good. Gwen snorted, smug. The teal girl leaned back, pulling Scott out of her lips in a loud pop. Grabbing the tip with her hand, she pumped him up and down. A sly smile on her face.
"For me, it's the risk. I like it. The whole getting caught, thing. I'm totally going to be thinking about this when I'm at home tonight."
"Me, or the thought of a soccer mom and her minivan driving by- seeing this, and calling the cops?" Scott asked, amused, as he pointed all around them. The two were in a large parking lot. It was filled with plenty of cars, though his truck was parked next to a pair of dumpsters that obscured them even more from the rest of the lot and the road nearby. But not completely. A full third of them were exposed and very recordable. "I have thought of sharing a pair of handcuffs with you, but ah, that's not what I had in mind."
"Awww, so you do think about me." Gwen teased, her teal eyes- the same color as her hair- met his sky blue orbs. The boy gulped. "Don't worry, tough guy. I like the risk- But I don't actually wanna get caught any more than you do."
"Which is why you picked this spot." Scott pointed down as he looked around them. His truck and those dumpsters were a good bit away from any of the other cars in the lot. The road nearest to them was on a slope going down, so any driver would have to lean over to even get a peak. Scott dinged on his truck. Its bright red rust color got attention anywhere it went. Sitting alone by some dumpsters... "Not a bad spot, but anyone can tell something's going on over here."
"Mabye." Gwen shrugged, leaning down again- this time she started kissing up his length. A loud smooch every time. It felt amazing. Sounded better. "But not enough to come over and look."
"I'll be sure to say that to the next busy-body Karen I run onto." Scott rolled his eyes, remembering the last time they did this. "I'll be pointing at you. Totally your fault."
"Is that really something you want to say to a girl who's literally got you by the balls?" Gwen teased, cupping his danglers in her palm. Her soft, slim, heated palm. Scott grunted, bending over right there. Gwen grinned at him, showing her teeth. They were stained teal. The same color as her lips, eyes, and hair. "Besides, if anyone does show up- I'll ask'em to join in."
"Th-That'll work on- maybe, 50% of folks." Scott stammered, licking his lips as Gwen slid her slippery tongue from his base all the way to its tip. A breathy moan hummed the entire way. "N-No-Not the best-oh gowd, best oddssss..."
"Odds?" Gwen laughed, surprised. "Didn't know you cared about that sort of thing- Mr. Scary."
"When I bet on something, " Scott raised an eyebrow at Gwen, tapping her nose. She pulled her head back, an incredulous grin on her face. "I know I'm going to win."
"You call this winning, huh?" Gwen challenged, pumping one hand up and down his shaft. Her other gently grasping, rubbing, and playing with his balls. Scott had to bite down on his lower lip just to hold in the groans. Gwen suddenly stopped. Scott's eyes shot open. The cruel teal girl was just sitting there on her knees. Both hands pulled back and stretched out. Both palms open. A smug smile on her face. "You haven't won yet."
"I-I'm sorry." Scott spat, as quickly as he could. Desperate. "I'm sorry. Please go back to it."
"Hmmm." Gwen hummed, tapping her finger on her chin. Pretending to think. "Nope."
"What?"
"Say 'I win'." Gwen demanded, her tone playful. Pulling her hair back, Gwen literally blew on his cock. Her breath was so warm and smelled like Jr. Mint- but no actual contact. "Say I win. Doooo, it."
"You win!" Scott hissed out. Forcing himself not to yell it. "You win. God! You always win."
"Yes, I do." Gwen snorted, leaning down- kissing his tip with a loud smooch. Really stretching it out. "That's what I wanted to hear."
Scott opened his mouth to speak- but was stopped cold when Gwen dipped down. Engulfing his entire shaft. Her teal lips slowly sliding down his skin. Her wet, loose, hot tongue hugging the bottom just behind it. It didn't take long for Gwen to reach the bottom. Her lips outright kissing the base. Scott could feel his tip hitting the back of her throat- he had no idea how she was doing that. Gwen saw his confusion- and arousal- winked at him. Scott gulped. Gwen snorted and hummed. It was low. Deep... It was like Scott put his junk inside a heated, lubed, vibrating flesh light- top shelf. Expensive. Imported model.
Gwen was just that good.
Scott felt himself cumming. He wanted it- but he also didn't want this to stop. Scott slammed his hand into his truck. His fingers pressing into the metal. He just knew he'd find dents there later. Scott didn't care. He had to keep his hands there. Scott closed his eyes. Held his breath- it was too much.
"Gw-Gwen... Cuummm-" Scott stammered, his hands shooting out. Reaching for Gwen's head. The teal girl saw him coming- slapped his hands away.
"Washhh waphhh phappp?" Gwen garbled, giving Scott an annoyed look. His meat still in her mouth- but not for long. To his despair, Gwen leaned back. All but spitting him out. Pumping him with one hand, Gwen pointed at his junk. "You know the rules. No touchie when I'm doing this."
"S-Sorry, Gwen." Scott stammered, embarrassed- and in pain. Guy was right on the edge. "L-Lost con-control."
"Uh-huh." Gwen rolled her eyes, still pointing at his junk. "Try that shit again, and this stops- forever. Got that?"
Scott shouted agreement, slapping a hand over his mouth. God, he felt like a little kid. Whining about his favorite toy being taken away. Only Gwen could do this to him. Gwen smiled at him. Seemingly satisfied. She blew him a kiss before engulfing him again. Unlike last time, Gwen didn't go all the way to the bottom and stay there. No. She went up and down. Her entire face- lips and tongue, were pumping him. Humming and gurgling the entire time. Teal eyes on sky blue. More, she was actually sucking now. A vacuum like pressure.
It didn't take long. Scott was on the edge before- but now? Oh boy.
"Gwe-GAh!"
There he went. Shot after shot of white-hot DNA bursted out into Gwen's throat. The teal girl, for her part, lowered down to his base again- and stayed there. Just sitting on her knees. Her arms wrapped around Scott's thighs as the boy jolted and twitched uncontrollably. Her mouth filling up. Then- just like that. Abruptly... down went Scott. Really, one second he was on vibrate- the next, his legs collapsed and he fell to the ground. Sliding out of Gwen on the way down.
"Meh, domphhh hurfff yourshelfff..." Gwen mumbled, sloshing around the contents in her mouth. The teal girl looked down at the poor boy, twitching below her. She rolled her eyes, her smirk back with a vengeance. Spitting out his load, Gwen padded Scott. Trying to revive him. "Hey, Mr. Scary, you still gotta do your end of the deal. Can't have you falling asleep now. Especially out here."
"N-Not in the sch-school parking lot." Scott stammered, rubbing his head. His vision blurry. Tiny, twittering, birds circled his head. His sky blue eyes caught the teal girl offering her hand to him. Scott exhaled, taking it. "H-How do you even do that? I've gotten BeeJ's before from other girls. Nothing like you- Ooofff."
Yeah, Scott pulled too hard. When he put his hand in hers- instead of being pulled up, he tugged her down. The lithe, slender girl fell on top of the thin, scruffy boy. Her angled, teal eyes met his circled, blue ones. Her matching, shoulder-length hair dabbled over his face. The two stared at each other, surprised. Gwen suddenly smiled at him- evily. Scott winced, afraid. He tried to run away- but Gwen grabbed both his wrists and pinned him there. Scott shook his head at her, pleadingly. Gwen's evil smirk grew as she lowered down.
She kissed him. Mouth-to-mouth. Lips to lips. Scott tried to struggle, but quickly lost himself. Melting away below her. Conquered under her. The teal girl's lips were so soft. And warm. And sweet- but had a terrible aftertaste. Scott's eyes shot open.
"PHLA!" Scott spat, literally, spat. Pulling his mouth away, Scott hacked a white lougie to the side. Turning back around, Scott found the teal girl. Laughing her head off on her side. Kicking her feet out and everything. "What the hell, Gwen?"
"H-Had too!" Gwen cheered, still laughing. "Y-You're face."
"I-I... am gonna get you for this." Scott declared, getting to his feet. Wiping his mouth with one hand, offering Gwen his other. "I mean it."
"S-Sure, you will." Gwen snorted, letting Scott pull her to her feet. "Mr. Scary."
"I said I mean it."
"Bold words, for someone with their pants down." Gwen laughed again, pointing to Scott's feet. The teal girl was right. The farm boy was naked from the waist down to his ankles. The guy's skinny chicken legs and pastey bare ass was there for all to see- oh, and his semi. "Literally."
"Thought you had to be blond to say that word so much." Scott grumbled, pulling his pants up.
(loud house reference)
"Not if you actually mean it. Now come on. School's about to start." Gwen ordered, hoping in the passenger's side of Scott's pick-up. "Its the last day of the year. I don't want any last minute screw ups."
Scott grumbled impotently as he climbed in the driver's seat. He started'er up and drove closer to the school. Gwen hummed to herself, still happy from her little prank. Scott ignored her. Just fuming in his seat till he saw Gwen look at herself in his rear view mirror. The teal girl pulled out a napkin from somewhere and wiped her face. Removing her lipstick. She pulled out a fresh tube, reapplied fresh teal to her lips. Slow and sensual, each centimeter. It was hard to look away. Scott knew what those lips could do.
"Eyes front, dummy."
"Whao!" Scott cursed, his truck almost drifting over a curb. Though, he was only going about 5MPH. The ginger boy shook his head, Turning toward the school and staying on course. He quickly found a spot. Parking. "I hate driving with you."
"Maybe, but you love having me in your Truck." Gwen shrugged, handing him a napkin- pointing at the rear view mirror. Scott had lipstick marks on his face. Scott grumbled, taking the napkin. Gwen smirked at him. "To answer your question: Why just a minute with me literally knocks you off your feet, but nothing like that from anyone else? Those 'girls' probably didn't know what they were doing. I do."
"Did you have to emphasize that word?" Scott asked.
"Hey, you're the farm boy." Gwen joked, finishing her make up. Blowing herself a kiss in the mirror. Scott bit his lip to hold in a moan. "I don't know what goes on over there. They're your animals."
"I don't know why I told you where I live." Scott leaned back in his car seat. Annoyed. "City girls."
"Something about me asking where you got your product- and you wanting to show off." Gwen needled, poking Scott's side. "Speaking of, hand it over. We had a deal."
"Fine." Scott grumbled, again. Pulling out a small plastic baggy from his back pocket. Its contents were green. Gwen all but bounced in her seat, grabbing it. Stuffing it in her bra cup. Scott shook his head. "All of that effort back there for something you can shove down your shirt. You could always go for more."
"Nah." Gwen replied, pulling out a box of mints. "What you're offering isn't worth more than back there by the dumpster."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it." Scott folded his arms at her. "You've got head for business- don't start. Honestly, if you actually tried, you'd have some decent money coming in. I don't mean you flipping burgers."
"Do you mean me with my shirt off and you holding a camera?" Gwen asked, eyeing him. "Or do you wanna be in the shot doing actual work?"
"Well," Scott shrugged, playfully. "I wouldn't be against that. So long as we're sharing the profits. I don't work for free."
"No, just so you can waddle around in public with your pants around your ankles." Gwen laughed. Scott simmered at her. She punched him playfully in the arm. "Scott, I'm not looking for anything remotely serious. Partnership- or relationship. What we've got right now is fine- for both things."
Gwen said that last part extra deep as she slipped out of the truck. Shutting the door behind her. Scott grunted, frustrated, as he shuffled off after her. Carrying both their backpacks.
"Who said anything about serious?" Scott asked, handing the teal girl her backpack. "I'm talking on the side. Think of it as... partners-with-benefits."
"Awww, is that you saying ya like me?" Gwen asked, padding the top of Scott's head. The shorter girl had to stand up on her tipy toes to do it. Scott swatted her hand away. Gwen gave a mock, despairing wail- snorting. "You're fun. You've got your own supply. And-" Gwen reached down and grabbed Scott's junk right there. Just on the line of the parking lot. An inch inside the concealment of the cars. Scott's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. Gwen smirked at him. "You've got nice junk... but it's never going to happen."
Gwen let go, leaving the farm boy hunched over like Igor, bowing to his master, as she slid on her matching teal backpack. Folding her arms at him. Scott shook himself awake. But stared hard at her. Eyes wide.
"You're fun too." Scott growled. He didn't know what else to say. Gwen smiled at him, walking off the parking lot and strutting to the school entrance. Scott eyed the extra hip action she was giving- he wasn't the only one that noticed. The farm boy grumbled to himself, sliding on his backpack and running back up to her. She wasn't surprised. The two walked together, Scott just a step behind Gwen. "Alright, pure curiosity- if not me, who would you be 'partners with benefits' with?"
"Are you kidding?" Gwen snorted, incredulous. Pointing all around them as they entered the school. The small crowd of kids swarmed around them as the doors opened. The teal girl whispered. "Look at all these dummies and weirdos. Not a lot of options. Most of what I do with anyone here is when I need something."
Scott gave Gwen a look. "This you tell'n me you're in the closet, but don't mind doing 'business' with guys?"
"Nope. It dick for me." Gwen announced at her usual tone. Not caring about all the looks it gave her. "Just haven't found a guy that's worth it. Probably won't til we graduate and leave town. Well, I will- farm boy. But still, that's years away."
"Speaking of long odds, didn't you say you were trying out for that dumb reality show? Why you wanted to do that, I have no idea."
Scott said as the two past a pair of students barely walking forward. One had frumpy, frazzled hair. Big boxy glasses. Wearing an over sized long sleeved shirt, sweater vest, and cargo shorts. The other wasn't even half his size. Closed cropped dark hair. Earthy black skin. Loose red hoody. Small yellow shorts. Thin, black boxy glasses.
Both their thumbs tapping away on their phone. Baby step after Baby step. So focused on their game that the two didn't even notice the support beam in front of them- but the two boys did notice Gwen. The distracted gamers eyes B-lined to the goth's fishnets and teal lipstick- then the two miss matched nerds crashed into the support beam. Scott rolled his eyes as Gwen pretended not to notice. It wasn't the last time that was going to happen today.
"How'd the video application go?" Scott continued, as the two walked past the gamer nerds on the ground, each rubbing his aching head. Tweeting birds circling around them. Of course, the second the two spotted the teal girl again, those birds turned into hearts. "Any luck there?"
"My little brother dared me to do that." Gwen clarified as the two walked into the cafeteria. The giant mess hall of the school was fairly empty. Only a handful of students were there for food. Most were simply hanging around. Doing last minute homework- or even sleeping. Generally, just waiting for school to start. Contrary to the gamer, no one noticed the teal girl or the farm boy as they entered. "No chance of it actually happening. Today is the last day for the network to give me the yay or nay. If I don't hear it be the end of the school today, I never will."
"Bummer." Scott shook his head as the two got in line for breakfast. It wouldn't take long. The two were scooting up fast as they grabbed some trays. "100-K, cash prize. Imagine if you actually won that-oh, nevermind."
Scott grimaced as the neared the front of the line. Gwen tilted her head at this, confused- but then a light-bulb shined over her head.
"Oh, I get it." Gwen glared at the farm boy, teasingly. "If I ever get that kinda cash, I'd never have to do 'business' with you again. Wipe those tears away, Mr. Scary. I'd still hang out with you, but no more 'trading favors'."
"Maybe it's a good thing you don't get picked." Scott grumbled as they finally made it to the lunch line. Gwen snorted at him as they were met with quite the pair serving the food. They both sighed, annoyed at the site. "Hey... Beardo. Max. What's up?"
In front of the teal girl and farm boy were none other than the 'dummy duo' of the school. One was a big boy in a plain gray T-shirt and blue jeans. Each dotted with old food stains that matched his broken nose. While also a giant, this time it was mostly hair and a good bit of padding around the gut. A huge mane of black, scruffy hair that looked like it was shaved off a lion, along with a fluffy bob of the same on his chin that belonged on a cow's tail.
To his right was a short, squat chubby boy with an ugly bowl cut dyed purple that matched his black eye. All wrapped in an absurd gray and white onsy. Footsies and all. Both of them wearing hair nets and aprons as they served food from behind the counter- oh and the two of them stared hard at the pretty girl that CHOSE to talk to them. Eyes laser focused on her low cut chest- just standing there, awkwardly.
"Idiot weirdo one and idiot weirdo two." Scott rolled his eyes, pointing at the strange pair. "I know you only share one brain, but try to focus. We're hungry."
"Ladle. Ladle. Ladle- plop!" Beardo 'said', acting out his noises as he scooped up the burnt, crusty, but still very wet eggs and dropping it on Scott's tray. He smugly tapped his ladle against the chrome counter. "Tap. Tap."
The farm boy scowled at the smirking beatboxer. Gwen snorted.
"Good morning, you two." Gwen said, placing her tray on the counter. "How goes kitchen duty?"
"Dearest Gwendolyn," Max, the short purple boy bowed politely- before pulling out a small toy ray gun from his pocket. Pointing it wildly in the air- and yes. It was purple. "We are loathe and lost in this petty punishment. How this school and the principle shall pay for our humbling humiliation when I rule the world!"
That's when the small super villain pulled the trigger- and the toy gun started smoking. Beardo, the faithful sidekick- picked up the slack.
"Blast. Blast. Shooophhhh." Beardo burbled, with real-ISH sound effects. Treating his hand like a gun and shooting randomly in the school cafeteria. "Fire everywhere!"
"I don't understand." Mas gasped, opening the toy gun's case and meddling with some of its wires. "I just finished the sodding last night. It should've turned those people into mushy goo. Why is it smoking?"
"Mushy. Mush- squish!" Beardo bobbed his ladle in the oatmeal. Squeezing a packet of grape jelly- squirting its contents at Scott. Turning his face all purple and sticky. "Squishy."
The farm boy wasted no time. Taking the plate of disgusting eggs Beardo gave him a moment ago, and shoved it in his face. Knocking the silent beatboxer to the ground- covered in his own filth.
"You two are gonna die young." Scott said, scowling at the two weirdos. "You know that?"
"Bite your tongue, peasant!" Max spat, an animal like sneer on his face as he closed the toy gun's case and aimed it right at Scott's face. "For I am the all powerful. The mighty. The invincible-"
Max pulled the trigger- the gun exploded. It didn't hurt anybody, but it did cover the wannabe super villain in black soot. The tiny purple weirdo collapsed on the floor next to his giant, wordless sidekick. Both filthy and defeated.
"Soooo..." Gwen said, a bored look on her face. The teal girl leaned over the chrome counter-looking down at the hapless nerds on the ground. "Can I get some breakfast or..."
The chatty super villain and silent beatboxer promptly stood back up and wordlessly handed the teal girl and her red boy sidekick the freshest and tastiest oatmeal and bacon. And yes- their eyes on the goth girl's low cut top the entire time. Which Gwen allowed before walking away. They were just so pathetic.
"You don't even have to try, do you?" Scott asked, fallowing the teal girl as they found a seat. Jealously eyeing her plate of hot and delicious food. His was missing the bacon.
"No. Not really." Gwen shrugged, handing her friend a napkin. "When you've got a problem, all you gotta do is sit back and let people be themselves- allow them to self-destruct."
"That can't work all the time." Scott said, cleaning his face. "Sure, those two'll off themselves before lunch without the school nurse- but people that aren't brain-dead rejects? Come on."
"No, it really is that simple." Gwen said, chowing down on the bacon. "For troublemakers that live to cause problems, at most you just gotta giv'em a little push."
Gwen gave the last strip of bacon to Scott. The hungry farm boy took it, happily- if still skeptical.
Having eaten their food, the unlikely duo made their way to their lockers- but just down the hall from the cafeteria the two turned a corner and ran into two teachers loudly yelling inside one of the rooms.
"What's their problem?" Scott asked, looking through the window of the room door.
Only two were in there. One was of a girl in her 30's. Her brown hair braided into dreadlocks. A rainbow styled cap on her head, loose leather vest over a plain T-shirt and blue jeans. She glared daggers and pointed at the crotch of the other Teacher in the room. A man of similar age, sitting behind the desk. His long blond hair braided into a ponytail. A popular rock band stamped on his Black T-shirt that showed off his buff frame.
"Rock, I didn't see you all weekend." The dread locked teacher said, her tone angry- still pointing at his crotch through the desk. "You suddenly come back and your dick''s blue? What the hell?"
"L-Laurie, baby." Rock stuttered, clearly nervous. "It's nothing you need to worry about. Honest."
"Ghosted for the weekend. Blue junk, huh." Scott sighed, turning to Gwen. The teal girl whistling, innocently. "What did you do?"
"A band I like was doing a gig the next town over, but I didn't have a ride." Gwen said, pointing at the male teacher nervously twiddling his thumbs as the other teacher glared at him. "He did, and he was going anyway. So I 'asked' for a pickup."
"And the blue dick?" Scott asked, folding his arms at her. "oh, and I would've taken you, ya know that, right?"
"I try not to rely too much on one person." Gwen shrugged, still pointing at Rock. "Besides, he's a teacher. You can guess what 'favors' he can do for me that you can't."
"Oh, I get it." Scott shrugged back. "Still waiting on the blue dick part."
"If you want one so bad you can talk to Mrs. Laurie the art teacher." Gwen said, pointing to the dread locks girl in the room. "Pretty sure she makes 'fertility' sculptures in her off time. "Her own personal dildo collection. Just ask her to paint it your favorite color."
Gwen joked, expecting a laugh. Scott just kept staring at her, waiting. Gwen sighed, pointing at her lips- pretending a blowing and sucking motion. Scott held in a moan- right there. Or, tried to. Gwen laughed.
"Oh god." Scott groaned, bending over. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Gwen smirked, raising an eyebrow at that. "You sucked me dry and just from that I'm ready to go again- hard. How do you do that?" Gwen's smug little smirk returned, blowing Scott a kiss. The farm boy bit his lip, in pain. "You know, you don't have to do any of that- right? Most guys, people in general, would just do stuff for you for free."
"Meh, its my way of getting stuff but keeping people at a distance." Gwen shrugged, turning back to the teachers in the room. Still locked in a staring contest. Neither talking to each other. One still VERY mad at the other. "Didn't know Mr. Rock the music teacher had a girlfriend. The art teacher, no less. If I knew that, might not've done it. Messing with relationships always goes bad."
"Oh yeah, Mrs. Laurie might cut off his balls for that." Scott nodded at the cowering music teacher. "He could just lie. The blue coloring is from an ointment. For some rash. Infection. Hell, it's even for 'growth' or 'enhancement'. The worse it sounds, the more believable it is." Gwen gave Scott a look. He shrugged. "Ya gotta do whatever you can to keep your girl happy- it means you'll be happy... and keep your balls. Even if they're in her purse."
"Some wise advice you picked up at the farm? A sheep or a cow teach you that?" Gwen laughed, pulling out her phone. Scott glared at her as she typed away. "I am using that idea, though."
A moment later, the music teacher pulled out his phone- all the color drained from his face. The art teacher tilted her head at that, mumbling out a question. The blond pony-tailed teacher grumbled something, turning his head away from his girlfriend and the door. So the students didn't get to see or hear what he said. But the art teacher did. O'l Ms. Laurie tilted her head back, her face completely blank as she marched out of the room. Completely ignoring the two kids who saw the whole thing. Rock the music teacher watched her go- his eyes all but jumping out of his head when he spotted the two students. Waving awkwardly at them.
They actually waved back.
Gwen winked at him.
"I can't tell if you're evil or not." Scott said, leaning against the lockers. His eyes looking up and down the teal girl, like he was scanning for landmines. "Diabolical, sure. But damn, right on the border."
"Its why I dress up in full goth gear." Gwen said, pointing at herself. It was true. The teal girl had stripped died hair, mascara, and lipstick of the same. Her shirt's long sleeves matched as well. While low cut, the torso were different shades of black. As was her skirt, fishnets, and combat boots. All of which was skin tight, showing off her slim, graceful- flattering figure. "The dark and bright colors. Kinda like when mother nature wants everyone to know something is no-touchie. Like the tail of a rattlesnake or the bright skin of a poison dart frog."
"Soooo, coasting through life." Scott said, walking to his locker. Leaning on it. Not looking at the teal girl. "No thought. No direction. Even effort. Just relying on what nature gave ya? Pure instinct and pretty privilege."
"Yeah, pretty much." Gwen shrugged, strutting to her locker and putting her bag away. Not a care in the world. "Been working out so far."
"You're gonna go home one day and find in your mail a winning lottery ticket, the keys to some dead guy's mansion, and a free ride on the damn space shuttle- aren't you?" Scott asked, indignant. Tossing his bag in his locker. Gwen gave him a level look. "Some people get all the luck. Well, for most people- who actually have to work to get by- and still nowhere, that's just insulting."
"Who say's I don't work? I try." Gwen defended, shutting her locker. "I do. I just don't like attention. Sure, I wear all this, but the last thing I want are more eyes on me."
"All evidence to the contrary." Scott rolled his eyes. "The more I hear, the more I think you just don't know what you want."
"Who says I do? I'm a goth kid halfway through high school. The closest thing I've got to a sidekick, I trade 'favors' for weed and rides when he'd do it all for free anyway."
Gwen shrugged, strutting up to the farm boy and- cupping him again. Scott winced, barely holding in tears as he bent over. In the best kind of pain. The teal girl could feel how hard he was through the worn and dirty denim- and how hard he was getting in her hand. She pulled away. He sank to his knees. Gwen smirked. Looking down at him. Doing her best not to laugh at the pain she just caused- and failed.
"I'll stick to the coasting. Coasting is fun."
"Hey, ya'll! Guess what Lightning just won."
A certain student announced from the far end of the hall. Another student next to him, holding up an actual loudspeaker to the first's face. Unlike the previous pairs of students, these two were not frumpy nerds or ugly outcasts.
The one in front had healthy darker skin, the color of cardboard. Buff for his age- and a head taller than those around him. Even the older students. Close cut, dark hair on his head. He was wearing a pair of tight cargo shorts along with a #1 blue V-neck shirt. Showing off his muscly upper body, and scrawny chicken legs. A roaring, challenging, smug grin on his face.
The other behind him, the one holding the loudspeaker. While not buff, he was far from skinny. He also had well tanned skin. Though, it was a few shades lighter than his cohort. More from effort than simple genetics. Sandy blond hair combed back in a plume. A snazzy navy sweater over ironed pressed khaki pants. A calm, but equally satisfied smirk on his face. The latter held his phone up to the loudspeaker. A Party horn blasted in the hallway.
"What am I looking at here?" Gwen asked, pointing to the 'blue one' as he started dancing in the hallway. His hype man behind him, pulling out a pad and holding it to the growing crowd around them. Golden letters on the screen read 'You're in'. "Someone tell him life insurance policies like you more if your bench press score is higher than your I.Q. score?"
"That is Rudolph 'Lightning' Jackson." Scott grumbled, forcing himself to his feet. One eye still closed, holding in a wince. Gwen padded him on the back in apology- a little too hard. Scott glared at her. She winked at him. "His dad's a professional athlete who's team just made the play-off's. Probably showing off."
"I am amazed you know that." Gwen said, honestly surprised. "Or even care, farm boy."
"Of course I care. I'm making money off it." Scott explained, pointing at the son of a celebrity. "Tons of idiots bet on those games. Lots of money involved. Easy to get if you can spot the right dummy who doesn't know what they're doing... Something I'm sure you know about."
Gwen laughed as the two walked up to the dancing daddies boy. Which, to his credit, knew how to move his feet. Joining the small crowd around this celebrity's kid and his one-man back-up crew, the teal girl and the farm boy had no idea what they were in for.
"SHA-suck it, losers!"
The blue clad nepo-baby announced, spinning around on his toes. Doing a full backflip- landing and balancing on one hand. All before slowly lowering himself on the ground for full splits! His face, a stony mask of arrogance. His head shaking under his shoulders to hide the pain. Lightning reached behind him blindly as he stared forward at the faceless crowd. His sidekick handed him the I-pad.
"Lightning for the Gold. Lightning heard about the fresh new reality show. Lightning applied-and, with my daddie's connections. His lawyers. His teammates. Rabid fans, all- Lightning was accepted ya'll! I'm gett'n that 100k- that's a promise!"
"Takes a special type of spoiled dip-shit to openly brag about your celebrity dad bullying you onto a TV show in a public school." Gwen whistled, honestly amazed.
"That did not happen." Scott rolled his eyes. Gwen gave him a look. "Randy Jefferson- lightning Sr.- is a complete dick. He makes Herschel Walker look like a reasonable and loving parent. No way in hell would he pull any kind of strings for someone that's not him. Especially Jr. over there."
"That bad, huh?" Gwen asked as she pulled out her phone. It vibrated in her hand.
"I'd be surprised if 'RJ' knew his kid's name... or how many he's even got." Scott snorted. Gwen's eyes went wide at her phone. "If the electric dancing dunce over there got accepted, it's because the show's trying to suck up to his dad. Probably for tickets, merch- or airing commercials at halftime for his games. They ain't gett'n shit."
"Oh crap, you're kidding me." Gwen cursed, holding up her phone to the farm boy. Its screen was identical to celebrity Jr. "I got it. I'll be on the show."
"Wha, how..." Scott sighed, pulling out his wallet and handing Gwen a five. The teal girl snorted at the farm boy. Taking his money. "Yep. Yeah, that would be how this story and day are going."
"I know right. I'm actually starting to feel bad for you. Maybe even give you back the money." Gwen laughed, putting the fresh cash in her back pocket. Smirking at the farm boy. He scowled at her. "How did I even get it? It was a million to one thing."
"The outfit. Hands down. 100%."
Scott said bluntly. Pointing up and down the teal girl's gothy, yet skimpy get-up. Gwen looked down at herself. Pretending to be clueless.
"You wore that same thing when you made that intro video, right? You're wearing fishnets and a shirt that looks like a corset. You have to know how much that screams 'I'm desperate for attention, and I'll do anything for it'? You'd be arrested for public indecency to top that. Aside from the lawyers and whiny parents getting in the way, no reality show would say no to that."
"I keep telling you, I don't want attention." Gwen grumbled, annoyed. The teal girl scanned down the document sent with the acceptance E-mail. "And I've seen the promo's for the show. It takes serious effort to last even a few episodes. Gah! This is the last thing I wanted. I'll have to refuse... which it won't let you do. Damn. I'll have to change my outfit. Scott, help me get ugly."
"N-No..." Scott stammered. His eyes going up and down Gwen's slender, beautiful frame in her revealing- vexing outfit. "I will never do that- don't even know if I could, really. You're gorgeous."
"Scott, you can have wet dreams about me later- and I don't need to hear about them." Gwen coughed, awkwardly. Still scanning down her phone. "I've got a real problem here."
"Lightning for the win, y'all!" Lightning shouted, doing the moon-walk now. His sidekick behind him playing a techno-number for background music. "Lightning for the win."
"Maybe you don't have the best luck." Scott snorted. Enjoying the revolted look on the teal girl's face as she looked at the Lightning doing the worm on the floor now. "A whole summer with that. Have fun."
"No. No way in hell am I spending a whole three months with that dumb as a brick attention whor-" Gwen stopped, her phone vibrating in her hand. The goth girl smiled, relieved. "All potential contestants must be passing all classes at their school to participate... among other things- blah, blah, blah."
"I can't see Rudolph the brown nosed daddy's boy passing even half his stuff." Scott shook his head. "Said so yourself, dumb as a brick. Even if he threatened the smartest nerds to do his work or bribed the teachers with season tickets to hand him top marks. I'd be impressed if lightning could count past his toes."
"Bribing a teacher you say, Hmmm..." Gwen hummed, an evil smirk on her lips as she strutted back to the music room.
"Not what I said, but, alright." Scott said, for lack of anything better to do- fallowed her.
Stopping at the door, the contrasting cohorts saw the school music teacher at his desk. The blond pony tailed man appeared to be rubbing one out. His hinds really going at it, just under the cheap wood of the desk. An angry, frustrated look on his face. Scott, shook his head, disgusted. Gwen, nodded. Her smirk growing. She tapped on the glass. The teacher, startled, fell out of his chair and onto the floor. Cursing to himself and the two at the door as they let themselves in. His pants at his ankles.
"Wh-What are you two doing here?" Mr. Rock asked, crawling back to his desk. Hiding behind it as he slid his pants back up. "You should be heading to your homeroom before the school day starts. Ca-Can't you see I'm doing something private right now?"
"So that's why it smells like purell in here." Scott joked, pointing at the desk- and the teacher's crotch behind it. "I always wondered."
"Sh-Shut up." Gwen laughed, playfully swatting Scott in the ribs.
"That's because I AM rubbing soap and purell on my junk, smart-ass." Mr. Rock barked, slapping his belt shut- his pants fell back down. Leaving the music teacher in just his guitar dotted boxers. Red and teal laughed again. Rock grumbled, sitting back down. Leaving his pants at his ankles. "But I can't get the lipstick off. I've tried everything but dipping it in bleach. Still blue." He pointed at Gwen. "Thank you for that."
"I don't remember you complaining." Gwen smirked. Rock mumbled something but kept quiet. Gwen blew him a kiss. The music teacher stared at her- his right eye twitched. The teal girl looked at Scott, winked at him- then she remembered something. "That reminds me. Why is your girlfriend just now finding out about the... 'discoloring'? The last few minutes before school starts no less."
"We, We like risk. The chance of getting caught." Rock shrugged, blushing. "Well, she does anyway. Says it keeps it fun."
"That tracks." Gwen nodded, showing her phone to him. "But as much as I'd love to talk about your love life, I've got a problem that maybe you can help me out with."
"You're in what?" Rock asked, looking at the phone. The teal girl told him, and why she was there. The music teacher shook his head. "Outside of Gym, Lightning is near failing everything. If what you say is true, Lightning wouldn't be allowed on that show of yours. I don't see the problem."
"Yeah, if he was anyone else's kid." Scott shook his head. "But he's the son of a celebrity. That's the problem. Randy Jackson, someone from our town that made it big. Professional athlete. Guy's got his own trading cards and video games with his face on the cover, no less. Which is why you said 'near' failing. Am I right?"
"Hit the nail on the head." Rock nodded, reluctantly. "Lightning is right at the line of pure failure. Which means he's still gonna pass and be on your show. Thank god. That spoiled idiot'll be out of our hair for the next three months- not wrecking the town try'n to get daddy's attention."
"Shit." Gwen groaned, despondent. Scott laughed, enjoying her change of fortune. Gwen glared at him. Scott smirked back. The teal girl shook her head, turning back to the music teacher. "Is there any chance you would fail him?"
"You did hear the whole son of a town celebrity, spoiled temper tantrums- our biggest problem just leaving thing, right?" Rock asked, leaning back in his chair. Folding his arm at his student. Gwen frowned at him. Scott shrugged.
Rock sighed.
"Look, say I do it. I fail the dummy that deserves it. Spoiled brat's never once actually been in here. Anyway, think about it. One teacher, failing the one student that's untouchable at the literal last minute of the school year. The principle, the superintendent- whoever signs my paycheck- will kick me out of here just for the chance of getting on the good side of his dad. You want any of this to stick- you'll have to convince other teachers to fail him too."
"Other teachers?"
"At least three. He's a D- minus across the board, so you're spoiled for choice there." Rock nodded, holing up a trio of fingers. "The principle too. He'd have to sign off on something like that happening so last minute. Better question is how you'd convince any of us to do it. Lightning threatening to throw a tantrum alone would be enough for us to hand him a diploma. We fail him, Lightning will know which of us cost him a chance at a fortune and being on TV like his daddy."
"Don't forget." Scott said, pointing at Rock. "That spoiled daddy's boy will have nothing to do but make your lives hell for three months."
"Oh, I know." Rock said, glaring at Scott. He turned to Gwen. "Better Idea, instead of jumping through all those hoops. You could go right at your main problem: Lightning."
"Convince an ignored spoiled daddy's boy to give up a chance at $100-K and a spot on Prime-time TV." Someone said. "Oh, and disappoint Daddy."
They all laughed. It took a solid minute to die down.
"S-Seriously though." Gwen exhaled, wiping away an amused tear from her eye. "What am I gonna do?"
"You could actually try convincing Rudy- Sorry, Lightning to drop the show." Mr. Rock, the music teacher, suggested. Wiping his hands down his boxers. Trying to flatten himself under the thin cotton of the material. Doing his best to hide the growing bulge down there. He failed. "His dad pretty publicly ignores him. His mom's never shown up for any school function. The only friends he's got hang around him for the money and free stuff he throws around. The few times I've seen him so much as talk to a girl, he falls on his face. I'd be surprised if you had to do much. Invite Lightning to one lunch, he'd probably do anything you told him to."
"That's just sad." Scott squinted, shaking his head.
"And entirely believable." Gwen hummed, rubbing her chin in thought. She shook her head. "I've only got one chance at this. If the lonely dummy turns me down, he'll know what's up. Even if Lightning doesn't do anything, his worthless hangers on will. Those bottom feeders will do everything they can to get lightning on the show. Even if he loses, it'll mean more for them. No. I'm stuck with the teacher's failing him plan."
"Well good luck with that." Mr. Rock, the music teacher said. Leaning back in his chair. Folding one leg over. An uncomfortable look on his face. Gwen and Scott looked at each other. "None of the staff here likes the kid, but nothing's worse for a teacher than an untouchable bully- and this one's connected. It'll take some doing to convince them to fail Rudolph Jackson, or 'Lightning'."
"So that's a 'no' for you then, shocker." Scott snorted, folding his arms at the music teacher.
"Uhhh, I'm in enough trouble right now. Thanks." Rock said, pointing at Gwen. "I'm the easiest Teacher you'll find, and I'm saying no. You're out of luck. Better get used to the idea of a summer stuck with 'Lightning for the win Y'all'! Good luck."
"Sooo, there's nothing I could do to convince you?" Gwen purred, fluttering her eyes at the teacher- blowing him a kiss. Both Scott and Mr. Rock gave her a level look. Gwen grumbled. "What, can you come up with a better line?"
"I would've just laid it out. Help me and I'll blow you." Scott shrugged. Gwen folded her arms at her sidekick. "That's just me."
"Yeah, well. She tried that once, and my girlfriend almost cut my balls off." Mr. Rock mumbled, visibly afraid. "Had to pretend it was a damn rash to get her to drop it. Thanks for that!" Rock said, holding up his phone- NOT looking at his two students. "I've already risked Laurie leaving me enough today. I'm not doing more, and risking my job on top of that. I'm sorry for you, but I can't help you."
"Really, you can't?" Gwen asked, pointing at Mr. Rock's crotch from below the desk. The music teacher blushed. Looking away, again. "Don't think me and my sidekick haven't noticed your 'rock star' that's popped up the second you saw me walk in the room."
"Stop calling me your sidekick." Scott whined. Gwen waved a hand at him, smiling.
"Th-That, this isn't for you." Mr. Rock lied. "My girlfriend was just in here. Gonna fool around before the bell hit. Like we do every Friday- till she saw your handy work… even then she almost ripped my pants off and threw me on the table, right there."
Mr. Rock, the music teacher mumbled that last part. A frightened look on his face.
"You did not just say that!" Scott laughed, pointing at Mr. Rock. The music teacher shook his head, annoyed. Then Scott's head shot to the side, a confused look on his face.
"Hey, I get it. Ms. Laurie, the art teacher is pretty. And in a One horse town like ours, probably the best you're gonna get- Even if she is clingy as hell- I saw the way you two looked at each other." Gwen taunted. Mr. Rock glared. Scott's eyes widened, comprehending.
"Slim pickn's. I know." Gwen nodded, walking over to the door. Scott rolled his eyes. "But, she IS the best you'd find in any town. Especially if you're some unemployed loser. Which you would be if you got fired. Forced to move and leave town- and the closest you'd get to the love of our life."
"I'm hearing a lot for 'no'." Mr. Rock said, uncrossing his legs. He was poking stiff through the boxers now.
"Or maybe you'd stay." Gwen said, leaning against the wall. Right next to the door. An innocent look on her smug face. Rock and Scott looked at each other, confused. "Bagging groceries or mopping up that disgusting bathroom at the old 7-Eleven down the street. You'd still be making minimum wage, now with even less perks... Maybe a discount on liquor sales. But hey, you'd still have Ms. Laurie- and lightning would be out of your life for good. No way he does his own shopping."
"Uhhh, still no." Mr. Scott raised his eyebrow at Gwen. "Honestly, it's like you're trying to convince me not to help you."
"She's setting you up to knock you down. Like a bowling pin." Scott explained, pointing at the still smug teal girl that dropped him at her feet just twenty minutes ago. "Wait for it."
"But if you help me and fail Rudolph Jackson, Lightning will be gone for good. You'll keep your job, your girl- and the respect of not just the teachers but the staff and your students too." Gwen said, a bright, happy, knowing grin on her face. "Tell me, Ms. Laurie wouldn't be impressed with all that? Forget a missed weekend with some extra 'kisses' on the side."
"Uhhh, please explain." Mr. Rock the music teacher asked, confused. Staring hard at the teal girl at his door, positioning himself under his desk. It was, difficult. The music teacher was throbbing now. Her voice. Her confidence. It was... haunting.
"Randy Jackson, his dad." Scott said, nodding his head- getting Gwen's play. "All he cares about is his reputation. And the media loves scooping up any kinda scandals. The last thing Lightning Sr. would want is his son failing high school shoved in his face when he gets his next ring."
"Yup." Gwen nodded, smirking. "Even if Daddy doesn't care, lightning will. He's all about his 'reputation' as much as his dad. He'll either move out himself or have his mom do it. Send him off to live with grandpa, or something. Hey, you'd be doing the right thing, and getting rid of all your problems. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me."
"Not to me." Mr. Rock shook his head, grabbing his pants at his ankles. Pulling them up. "That's a big 'if' and a bigger ask. You're gambling with my life here, and I'm not hearing a guarantee."
"What if I win the competition and give you some money from the cash prize as a thank you as the cherry on top?" Gwen asked, adding on an even worse- more unlikely gamble on top of the one she already offered. The teacher went back to pulling up his pants. Gwen sighed, pulling down the door's blinders and locking it. "Fine, be that way."
The teal girl began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Wha-What are you doing?" Scott asked, blinking at her. A complete disbelief on his face as Gwen started strutting toward him.
"I'm out of options. I really don't wanna spend a summer stuck with Lightning." Gwen 'explained', pointing at the music teacher to their right. Her tone completely nonchalant. Mr. Rock was frozen in his chair. Pants at his knees. His jaw fallen to the ground. "Sooo, I gotta do what I can to convince this guy."
"That doesn't answer my questio-wow." Scott stopped, mid-sentence, as Gwen finished unbuttoning her shirt. Letting it fall off her and onto the floor. Leaving the teal girl in just her black bra from the waist up.
Gwen the teal girl had always been lithe and graceful. Probably the thinnest of their grade. Gwen might've had a modest chest, but on her build it looked rather large for her. Her bra was black and smooth. No decoration or design. But it was tight and dark. Which stood out on skin as white and pale as milk. The florescent light shining off of her skin. It almost looked like the goth girl was glowing, right there in the room. The teal girl's breasts threatened to overflow her bra-cups.
Both boys gulped.
"That stupid show I'm stuck going on, it runs on 'challenges'. You do something stupid or dangerous, you get a prize. Like staying on the show." Gwen said, cryptically, as she put a hand on the frozen Scott and pushed the farm boy to the center of the room. Just in front of the row of chairs. Directly ahead of the teacher's desk at the front. "Sooo, I've got a challenge for you. Any you guess what it is?"
"N-No..." Rock, the music teacher stammered, dropping his pants back on the floor. His 'drum stick' threatening to punch through his boxers, throbbing in front of his two students. Gwen snorted, smug. Scott just kept staring- not at his teacher.
"I know it's weird and way too much to just throw this out there- right on your desk like this, but I'm out of options." Gwen shrugged, her pale tits jiggled in her black bra. Both boys eyes bounced with them. The teal girl grabbed the farm boy's crotch. Her thin, pale hand right between his legs. Scott hunched over, panting- already hard. An outline of his cock pressed against the cheap, worn out, blue denim of his work jeans. "Here's my challenge, I get down on my knees and suck Scott dry. Right here. In front of you."
"Ooookay, the cha-challenge part?" Rock stammered, his eyes laser focused on Gwen's hand as it rubbed and squeezed the farm boy's cock- wishing it was him in her hands.
"Y-You, joining in." Scott breathed, grabbing Gwen's wrist- loosening her grip but still keeping her hand there. Scott, still bent over, the farm boy half glared at the teal girl. Gwen raised an eyebrow at her sidekick, still smug as ever. "She's betting you don't have the nerve to walk away, break us apart and kick us out- or just sit there till we're done. I-It won't take lo-long."
Gwen tightened her grip. Scott bit his tongue to hold in a scream- barely.
"Annnd what does she get out of it? Blackmail material?" Rock asked, standing up. His hard on just above the level of the desk. The throbbing meat sitting on a damn note pad. Aimed right at the topples girl. "She wants that, she just has to take a selfie. I'm right behind her."
"I love how you two boys talk like I'm not here." Gwen said, rolling her eyes.
"To prove a point. That she's got you by the balls." Scott breathed, defeated. Staring down at her hand on his crotch. "Just like me."
"Jesus, you make me sound like a super villain. But..." Gwen said, turning to the music teacher. Her slanted teal eyes meeting his black orbs. A challenge. "Do I?"
"I-I..." Rock, the music teacher stammered, his eyes firmly on Gwen's tits. The teal girl, licked her lips. His cock throbbing in his boxers, ready to burst. "I need to go find Laurie."
Rock the music teacher dashed to the door, fumbling on his feet as he pulled his pants up. Unlatching the lock and sliding out into the hall. Slamming the door behind him. The two students, for their part, just stood there. Silent and still.
"We-Well, didn't expect that." Gwen blinked, her eyes still on the door.
"Sooo, he still has his balls- Or Laurie's gotta better grip on'em than you do." Scott shrugged. "Oh, speaking of." The farm boy pointed down. "Either start or let go. Pick a lane."
"Uhhh, what am I gonna do now?" Gwen asked, sitting on a nearby chair. Hands on her head, rubbing down- and yes. She did let go.
"Well, if it means anything, I don't think he'll tell anyone." Scott said, tugging his pants up. Adjusting himself as he walked over and picked up the teal girl's shirt. "Doesn't matter if he ran out, this wouldn't look good any way he tried to spin it."
Scott said, sitting down next to Gwen. Playfully nudging the teal girl's shoulder with his elbow. Gwen looked over at Scott, smiled at him.
"I knew something was gonna go wrong." Gwen sighed, grabbing her shirt. "I was really pushing my luck there."
"Don't sell yourself short." Scott shook his head, total confidence in his voice. "Knowing you, something's gonna pop out of nowhere and make everything go your way. Like magic, or bad writing."
"Come on, Scott." Gwen snorted, genuinely amused. "This is real life. No way that's actually gonna happe-"
"Hey, Mr. Roache. Lightning here." Rudy Jackson said, stepping into the music room through the unlocked, open door. Holding a paper in front of his face. "Since my grades are so bad, I need all the signatures of the teachers I'm get'n D's or lower. I'm starting with you because, well, you're closest to my locker."
It was silent in the room. Dead quiet. Teal and red just sat there, staring at dumb, blue, lightning. Standing there in front of them. The answer to all their problems, mere feet away.
"Are you shitting me!"
Scott cursed, slapping a hand over his right eye. Completely bewildered. Utterly shocked- and not at all surprised.
"H-Hey, wha- wow." Lightning, stammered, startled as he turned to the duo. Frozen in place as he spotted the teal girl. Still topless. Her black bra shining on her pale, lithe, body.
"Uhhh, hi."
Gwen greeted, offering an awkward wave. Rudy 'lightning' Jackson, fell over. Right there. On his back. Stiff as a board. Eyes open. Tongue hanging out. The paper, crumpled in his hand.
"Really, just from that?" Scott growled through clenched teeth, pointing at the buffest kid in their grade. "You have to be shitting me."
"Did he say 'teacher's signatures'?" Gwen asked, hopping out her seat. Strutting over to the down Lightning. Pulling the sheet out of his hands. She read it over. "Yeah, he's right. According to this, he needs the blah, blah, blah of all the classes he's almost failing or no diploma."
"Which means he's not going on that show with you." Scott exhaled, leaning back in his chair. Utterly defeated. "You're coming home with a giant check in three month's, aren't you?"
"Its official. I'm magic... or the star of some story with very lazy writing." Gwen cackled a short laugh. She didn't know what else to do. "Don't worry, I won't forget you or anyone else who helped me get my fortune."
"Helped, right." Scott spat, literally, on the grimy linoleum. "I did'n't do squat. The guy literally just walked in here and fell over when he spotted your 'magic' teets."
"They're still covered too." Gwen said, putting her hands on her bra cups. Scott's eyes darted to them. His sky blue pupils widened. "Maybe I should've invited him to that lunch. Just asked him to toss the paper."
"H-Huh, what?" Scott stuttered, shaking his head. Snapping out of it. Gwen put a hand on her hip, her smirk returning. "Don't get too smug. Didn't you say something about his hanger's on screwing things up, even if Lightning didn't?"
"Oh yeah." Gwen nodded, remembering her own words. "Wonder what that I-pad back up dancer is doing?"
"4. 3. 2..." Scott sighed, pointing at the still down lightning. As if on cue, lightning's phone vibrated in his pocket. The one closest to Gwen. The teal girl stared down at it. Then back to Scott. An utterly bewildered look on her face. "My vote's for lazing writing too. Ya gonna get that?"
With no better options, Gwen did. She pulled the phone out of Lighting's pocket and read the text.
"There's another sheet." Gwen said, pointing at the phone. "Back-up boy's already got a signature."
"And the story continues." Scott rolled his eyes, pointing at the phone. "To further the plot, you gotta either track down what's-his-nuts and 'convince' him to stop, rip up the paper, or go back to square one to the teacher no pass thing."
"Or I could just wait til quick draw here wakes up and have him do all that." Gwen snickered, nudging Lightning's leg with her boot. Still stiff as a board. "But, I could be wait'n here all day. Miss my chance. Sooo..."
The teal girl thumbed at the door. The farm boy just sat there.
"You know, I had plans today." Scott sighed, standing up. "My business. Scams. Side-hustles. But... you're the protagonist. I'm just the sidekick."
"Really, you're gonna help me? Just like that?" Gwen asked, suspicious. Folding her arms at Scott- and framing her tits doing it. Scott gulped, looking down. "Out of the goodness of your heart?"
"You did hear me, right?" Scott asked, folding his arms right back at her. Gwen didn't look down. "I got stuff going on too." Gwen tilted her head at that, waiting for him to continue. "Look, I'm the scary bookie. With the big, beefy, farm boy arms. But, that doesn't work on everyone. I need the carrot to go with the stick. We help each other out. The carrot and the stick."
"That does sound pretty good." Gwen nodded, admittedly.
"Plus, you really need someone to translate your Diabolical bullshit or you won't get anywhere. Which means when you come back in three months, I'll probably still be side-kicking for a poor person." Scott stated flatly. Gwen laughed. The farm boy offered his hand to the teal girl. "Sooo, we have a deal?"
"I wanna say yes, but I feel like something's missing." Gwen said, eyeing Scott's face- then down to her near naked chest. Back up to him. Down again. Scott stood there, his eyes were on her teets. "You gonna add in some 'condition' or something?"
"No, not at all." Scott answered, his eyes still on her chest. Gwen raised an eyebrow at that. He snorted. "You were just about to use me as a sex prop. Think I'm good."
"Ha!" Gwen barked a laugh, genuinely amused. Her boobs jiggled. She shook his hand. "You got yourself a deal, partner- oh, hey. You did manage to make me your partner."
"Would you believe I planned it all out?" Scott said. Gwen gave him a level look. "Nah. I'm good, but I'm not that good. Though, with the whole 'sex prop' thing, good chance for the 'with-benefits' section of the partnership."
"With how today is going, probably." Gwen nodded, agreeing. "Oh, and this."
Gwen, the teal goth girl, unhooked her bra. The cups falling to her side. Exposing her naked chest to Scott, the hustling farm boy. Gwen stood there, letting her sidekick turned partner get his eyeful. Scott just stood there, stunned. He didn't move. He didn't even breath as Gwen walked past him to the chair she was just sitting at. Her back to Scott as she bent down, at the hip, letting the farm boy get some screenshots of her behind action. Grabbing her shirt she left behind. Then, just like that, she put it all back on- and faced him.
(sorry readers. You're not getting a description. Not yet.)
"Wha- How- You... Huh, was expecting teal." Scott muttered, his eyes simmering at the teal girl's now covered chest. Gwen- was blushing. Scott grabbed Lightning's paper from her hand. He scanned it. "We gotta tie up that loose end. Keep Rock the music teacher from wrecking anything- and I know how to do it. His girlfriend owes me money?"
"You're just bringing this up now?"