Episode 243: SWEARS WALDO

Shortly before lunch hour. The Horton-Dexter gymnasium. A gentle step back on the clock!

After playing basketball with Coach Roman Crandell’s senior class, mostly members of the Nerd Herd and being pawed up at every turn, new girl’s coach Jin Zellers was a ball of sweat. High energy at all times the Korean/ American beauty was suffering from an extremely clingy white t-shirt. Wet, but not drenched, her skin tone was still more dramatic than it should have been, dark and perfect areolas were shining brightly. With a deafening silver tongue whistle Roman Crandell called his class and sent them to the showers. The boys were leaving the floor boasting big boy attitudes, five inches and up. Roman noticing their aggressive moves shook his head at them. Horndogs!

“I’ve never seen you nerds move so fast in all of my days. Maybe you morons have a future on the new basketball coaches’ roster.”

“I’d play for Coach Zellers any day.” Waldo Poot, inner city hillbilly shook his hips from side-to-side in front of Jin, his seven-inch erection bragging from left to right. She smirked at Roman but tried hard not to look at that wag. Behavior at this time felt important even if she found it amusing.

“I bet you would.” Roman sighed. “Cold showers before bell. MOVE!” The Herd sprinted to the staircase and hurried down to the locker room. Jin meeting up with Roman only for the second time since she had made a surprise visit gnashed her teeth.

“They can’t help it. I’m the new girl!”

“Uh-huh! New girl with no bra on.” He couldn’t help but notice spiked nipples through her thin shirt. “Here! I brought you up a clean towel. Hide the headlights before Dunbar gets back from her Drag Show.” Smoker! Taking drags! Three cigarettes in a row.

“Thanks!” Jin plucked the thrown towel from the air and dabbed her face and neckline. Turning her back to Roman she lifted the front of her t-shirt up to her nipples and wiped her under boob and armpits. Once accomplished and shirt back down she draped her lengthy towel about her neck and used it to cloak her nipple erection. “Better? Sorry! I wore a bra here, but I let Piper sucker me out of it. She dared me!” Kind of! “I feel bad now, I promised Ruth I would never dress slutty like Piper. I hope doing that doesn’t bite me in the ass.”

“Don’t bend over then.” Her ass cheeks were already peeking out beneath her tight black shorts. “The counsellor is a bad influence, but you might as well get used to it. My gut says she’s here to stay. I like Blondie, but I’m just too old school for all this skin game crap. Anyways, welcome to Horton-Dexter! I won’t even try to say behave now that I know she’s gotten to you. My only advice is to go easy on Dunbar her last week or so. She’s older school than me. I’m headed downstairs; joining me?” A quick dash to the bleachers for her cell and car keys she hurried back.

“Sure! I’m parked out back. I promise I’ll try to dial it down. You know, you mentioned the other new coach and some of those boys. A few of them were actually playing great defense. Isn’t there a team in place already?”

“Yeah! Old team, but new blood is on Gunther when he starts.” They took the steps down and paused outside of his office across from the boy’s locker room. “You and Gunther can chat about which of the Herd you think has possibilities. I’m football, I live and breathe pigskin. All yours!”

“I’m sure he and I will get through to a few potentials. That Ebonn kid was ruthless. I mean I’m good, but he covered me like he was my shirt.”

“My advice? Let Gunther do the coaching, or their peckers are going to get in the way.”

“Yeah, I have that effect on guys.”

“So, I hear! Stripper at Cashanova, eh?” He was a little too loud for safety. The locker room door was slightly ajar, the boys spying on her while waiting on the bell. Whispers within spread like wildfire. Echo! Echo! Echo!

“Yeah! It’s awesome money. Not my dream job, mind you. I told Mister Manley I’d quit there if hired here, but he insisted I keep it. I guess I just don’t want my past to haunt me later.”

“In Nashville? Hell, who’s to stop you without ulterior motives. I’ve recently become well aware what the police in this city are like.” Chinese Fire Drill uptown at 3:00 AM! “You’re in a safer position than I’ll ever be. I know you won’t be offended by anything I say so, I’ll be blunt. You got a killer body and you’re young yet. Guys my age, out of shape a tad, I don’t stand a chance. You’ll catch onto what I mean.”

“Oh, I already know trust me. Working at Cashanova the cops come by for lap dances while on duty. They get away with everything they should be enforcing. Going totally nude on what was once only on stage has been upgraded to anywhere inside the club. Since the owner Flossy Taggart gave us a thumbs up, all of the girls lose every stitch.”

“No shit! So totally nude lap dances?”

“Totally! The money is so beyond belief the girls go a little too far sometimes.”

“You guilty?”

“Unfortunately! Please don’t think badly of me.”

“I don’t! I can see a good kid in you.” Eavesdroppers in the locker room snickered, whispering that they were kids and would love to see themselves in her candy store. Horny bastards! Thank Piper Cherry and detention for some of them. Ebonn Craig especially, standing with Waldo Moot knew firsthand on their dicks what Piper was like in isolation. A crush on Jin here only ramped up their hormonal ambitions.

“I’ve loved sports my entire life. Volleyball and Basketball are my jam. Stripping was just a way out of a crappy life. My dad is military overseas, it’s just mom, my sister Kim, and I here to fend for ourselves. I mean his pay keeps a roof over our heads but that never leaves much else. Mom tries hard to make ends meet and she’s done great. I saw an ad for Club Cashanova and loved my body, so I utilized it. I like dancing too.”

“Black belt, I hear. Roughed up Knox Hardecker. That makes you an ace in my book Zellers.”

“Thanks! Yes! I train each Monday night at a Dojo. I could teach, but I’m merely there now out of respect to my sensei. Primarily to show kids what they can achieve if you work hard.”

“I like that. Bell in one minute. Mind going out to tell Dunbar that I’m not babysitting her barbies?”

“Awww! It’s only fair! You left her stuck with the Nerd Herd.” She teased him.

“Yeah, but I’m not stepping foot inside the girls’ locker room. Besides, look who really got left with them, Little Miss Sunshine!” He pointed at her with a grin.

“Is that required? You going into the girls’ locker room?”

“Not really! I just open the door and raise the roof. Cheerleaders! They ignore PE and sit in there texting and taking nude selfies. So, I understand! Dunbar has busted them time and again. A guy my age can’t keep up with bailjait.”

“Jailbait?”

“Same principle.”

“That reminds me, Piper said that Carl stepped out for the day. I was hoping to say hi and tell him about my final decision on when my first shift is. When does Tony Gunther start?”

“Friday, unless he’s like you making your own schedule.” He chuckled.

“I know it looks bad. I was on the club schedule long before I got this job. I asked Carl to let me finish this week then reprogram Flossy over next week’s schedule. My plan is to only dance on the Hella tip nights. Saturday, Thursday is amateur night, and every other Friday. I had last Friday night off so that I could attend the Marquette game, my graduating from there. I felt compelled to see old friends. But that meant I work tonight to make up for it.”

“Like that Maya Trinidad?”

“She’s a beast!” Jin chuckled! “You saw her capabilities.”

“And Cherry’s! Those two were scissoring on the field. It blows my mind how nobody has stirred up trouble over seeing too much skin and sexuality. Well, Big Calvin’s momma, she’s a bible thumper. Anyway!” He pointed to the ceiling just as the bell rang. “On cue!”

“Let me get out of here before I get run over by the Herd.” She handed him her towel and turned to wiggle down the hallway toward the back door. Before she even made it twelve feet the boys stormed out of hiding and split up. Those going to classes in the main building left through the gym, the others chased after Jin. Hearing them trailing her, she smirked and slowed down on purpose. Roman simply shook his head and wiped his own brow with her towel. Capturing her scent, even he found stimulation brewing.

“Bourbon time!” Bottle in his desk!

Swarming Jin, Ebonn Craig took point.

“Let me just get the door for you.”

“Why are you guys going out this way?”

“Wood shop with Mister Rice. Some of us have his class this hour, the others volunteered to help haul wood cabinets across the way to Marcella VanCamp’s music room.”

“The Jock Flock have been building them all day.” Jonathan Marigold chimed in placing an arm around her shoulder. “Wanna help haul wood?”

“Are you getting fresh with me?” She winked at Jonathan.

“I did just shower, so I am fresh.”

“I need a shower too.” She admitted pinching her t-shirt wagging it about. “You guys made me sweat hard.”

“It is girl’s hour in the gym. We could stand guard over the men’s locker room and let you use the shower.”

“Uh huh! You guys would be in the locker room with me if I did that.”

“Miss Cherry showers in there.”

“Of course, she does. Let me get settled in here before I ever get that bold.” She stepped out the door into daylight and shaded her brow with her left hand. Looking to her left she saw a bunch of basketball Jock’s carrying out a large wooden cabinet. Spotting Reese Teller, Ebonn waved and pointed at Jin behind her back.

Nodding, Reese who was struggling to carry the weight of the large casket along with his ballers made their way toward Jin who paused. She in turn peered to her right to see Ruth Dunbar chatting with Marci VanCamp and wood shop teacher Damon Rice. “Guess I should say goodbye and hello.” Wiggling away toward the teachers Jin playfully dropped her car keys on the sidewalk and bent over in front of her horde of voyeurs. Her black shorts crept deep into her inner thighs for a lovely sunken clam.

“Don’t drop that cabinet!” Damon called out, seeing his volunteers panting over Jin’s tight little ass. Standing up with her keys she twisted her upper body to look back at them and saw over a dozen jaws hitting the ground. Smiling, she left them at their lust and walked up to Damon, Ruth, and Marci.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to nearly demolish your woodwork.”

“I remember you.” Damon grinned, “Football game last Friday. You dropped Knox Hardecker like a brick.”

“Like a wood cabinet.” She giggled. “Hey, Mister Rice.”

“It’s Damon. Ruth was just telling Marci and I you stopped by.”

“Yeah, I had time before my other job. I’ll officially start tomorrow or Friday. To be determined. Carl is being cool with my existing schedule.”

“Game on Friday?” Marci asked, “We can jam with Donny again.”

“I can’t! Friday will be my hell on Earth workday. Tomorrow, if I do start here in the morning. Friday is better money, so I’ll manage both jobs.”

“Hussy!” Ruth rolled her eyes. “Where is your bra young lady?” Damon couldn’t resist lowering his eyes to see her outrageous nipples spiking through her white tee.

“Please don’t hate me. I was weak!” Jin pouted.

“Cherry picked you, didn’t she.”

“Yes! I suppose I lied to you. I will try my best not to let her lead me from here on.”

“I’m over it! I knew when I went out to smoke, she would sucker you. Pull your shorts down for God’s sake.” Ruth escorted Jin aside into the grass so that the boys could pass by with the cabinet. Eying Jin digging her constricted shorts from her cheek crevice the boys were all looking back rather than forward. That is until Marci started walking ahead of them to grab the door to the band room. Even in jeans Marci was dynamite. Her shirt unbuttoned a bit thanks to Piper Cherry left her cleavage swell quite admirable. Caught between two hot bitches the boys were torn as to who to check out more.

“Sorry Ruth! You do know I’m a stripper, so some things are hard to avoid.”

“Whatever! I’ll never win trying to change you or Cherry. Just be yourself! At least VanCamp isn’t flaunting her legs.”

“Give her time.” Damon sighed loudly. “She told me she promised Piper she would wear a dress now and then.” Fingers crossed! With so much going on today his gal Patrice Hollander who generally brought him lunch had stayed away. Belly growling Damon checked out. “I’m going to the cafeteria, I’m starving. Marci can keep everyone in line. The other cabinets are still being constructed anyway. Speaking of... “ He turned to the Nerd Herd, “WHY ARE YOU NUMBNUTS OUT HERE GAWKING? GO HELP IN THE SHOP!” He barked at the loitering Nerd Herd. Ebonn led the way in saying goodbye to Jin. A fond wave in return she watched them head into the building.

“On that note, I need to move my ass. I have two hours to shower, shave my fancy and hit the stage. I’ll see you guys most likely on Friday.”

“It’s going to rain!” Dunbar prompted. “Wear a raincoat Friday!” Damon pictured condom. Sad! Waving goodbye, the three parted ways, Damon and Ruth into the gym entrance and Jin out onto the gravel road behind the shops where she had parked her car.

“This job is going to be fun.” Jin started her Volvo and chuckled. Noticing the wood shop doors erupt without supervision, the Nerd Herd stood rubbing their crotches. Bold! Flipping her tongue out at them she drove on.

“Okay!” Ebonn Craig turned to his brethren once Jin drove out of sight. “Are we skipping detention with Piper and grabbing cash? Any of us that are 18 can get into Cashanova. I say we tip the coach big!”

“I’ll be there.”

There was Waldo.

Marci VanCamp played interior decorator for the basketball team, assisting in the cabinet delivery. As hot as it was, and no air conditioning started in the inactive band room she relied on opened windows. Sweaty young men were not helping her own hint of lust. Ever since her brief rendezvous in the classroom here with Angus Furlong she was pondering just how far she could pursue things. Totally out of character for her to be an instigator, not even dating anyone, she was quickly succumbing to the ideas of Piper Cherry’s freedom of sinformation act. Meaning, that she should be more open as well. Getting there would be slightly slower than Piper wanted of her but testosterone in bulk right this minute, she the only female, it was so very tempting.

Reese knowing on the down low of Angus Furlong fucking Marci out here kept it to himself. His team in the dark prevented anyone from spreading the rumor and making Marci feel betrayed. Although Carl Manley had a quiet little chat with Reese and Furlong about encouraging the ladies to be more involved sexually, Marci was a newbie. Even last year before being let go due to budget cuts, things were hardly as openminded as they were now. Scaring Marcella too much might send her back into retirement so to speak. None of them wanted Curly Q to bolt.

“Move it a little more to the left. I think that should leave room for the other two cabinets.” She toyed with her button-down shirt, fanning it a bit for flow. The boys eased the wooden chamber over then stood back looking at her for any last second change. Puckering she nodded. “Perfect! Well done, Gentlemen.”

“Nothing gentle about us.” Terrence Carter chuckled. The African American stud grinned at her like a shark. “Man, it’s hot as fuck in here.” He instantly took off his t-shirt to express a chiseled set of six-pack abs. Following his lead, the four others including Reese joined him in sharing skin. Using their shirts to wipe off beads of sweat they noted her eyes struggling to avoid checking them out.

“We could use a breather.”

“I do have water.” She went to her desk and brought out a large Igloo thermos filled half full so as not be too heavy. A sleeve of plastic cups added she motioned for them to help themselves. Reese stepping up first poured a glass and leaned on the wall beside Marci. She trembled as the boys circled her in ready to fill cups.

“Aren’t you hot, Marcella?” Darren Stackhouse asked.

“We all know she’s hot.” Joel Pence silently whistled making her blush. “Those jeans have to be uncomfortable. You should wear dresses like everyone else.”

“I’ll do that. I told Piper I would. With no active air conditioning out here, I’m convinced now more than ever that less is best.”

“No need to be shy around us, Miss VanCamp.” Troy Draper chimed in. “Cool off!” He then proceeded to apply his cool cup of water to her right cheek. Seeing her embrace it with a smile and closed eyelids the other boys hurried to add to the effect. Five cups in total graced her cheeks, forehead, and the back of her neck with her hair drawn aside. Reese the fifth placed his Solo cup right between her breasts as if a huggee. Her eyes opened at that addition. Peering down at his hand she flared her big green eyes and shivered.

“That feels delightful. Thank you, Boys.”

“Men! All men!” Terrance insisted.

“Right! Definitely all men.” She smirked. Cups abandoning her in favor of drinks she took the risk of using both hands to once again fan her opened shirt. The buttons still intact at her lower cleavage held her large chest in check. Having removed her bra thanks to Piper earlier in the morning she was certainly feeling the heat beneath her titties. The trouble was her nerves were just not ready for this many boys to deal with. Pulling herself together she buttoned up and eased through the boys. “I am going to the cafeteria to eat lunch before it’s too late.”

“We’re hungry too.” Terrence winked at her. Sheepishly, she wagged an index finger for him to behave. Turning to leave her classroom she found obstruction. Football player Nolan Proctor stood in her way. Nearly colliding she stepped back just in time.