Episode 22: BUZZZZZZKILL!!!

On a lovely Monday morning Ryan Quinones sent a text to his gorgeous neighbor Monica Gift from his bedroom. It was almost time to head out for school and after much thought overnight about yesterday at Rockfort Park, today he was taking charge. If Monica wanted to be exploited to dangerous levels of exhibitionism and sex, then he was going to push every button on the nuclear arsenal. Defcon One, Baby!

Freshly showered and relishing over how she and her father related with one another last night Monica was feeling pretty good about things. He wasn’t angry in the least. Even after getting home late from her tour of Summersby on top of a car hood. Word was out that Ryan Quinones had sent her on that mission, even if he truly hadn’t. She did her part in escalating his dominance in the public eye. Today going forward would be up to him. She had faith he would play along.

Sifting through her closet for something to wear she heard her cell ping. Shuffling about in her robe she threw herself onto her unmade bed and checked the message out. “Well, good morning to you too, My Manipulated Master.” All in good fun, she adored the guy. Best use of a horny neighbor ever!

“It’s going to be 98 degrees out today. Wear something extremely short, thin, and cool. Lots of cleavage.”

In response she nibbled her lower lip and flared her eyes at the prospect. “He’s so adorable. As if I hadn’t planned on that already. Thank goodness mom and dad are already gone to work. Mom might give me heck over how revealing I’m getting. I should probably pack a second set of clothes to change into before I come home from school today. T-shirt and denim shorts should look okay for the fallback.”

“OBEY ME WHORE!!!”

“You go, Ryan!” That brightened her up even further. “Now that he sees the respect he’s earning from the guys around town, he’s going to expect me to obey his every command. So much for my free spirit. I’ll go along with this for a while. It is kind of fun. Not forever though. Eh! If he can keep the momentum going I can too. Fuck it! Let the world think he owns me. He serves my purpose, I guess I can serve his.” Giggling she replied with a sensitive, “Yes Sir.” then returned to her closet.

Her wardrobe was large due to the fact her mother loved taking her shopping. Luckily, her mom said very little about some of her choices in style. Her father of late was even more encouraging. Aaron Gift lived a carefree lifestyle. It was his behavior over the years that led to her own ideals. Her father was prone to showing off his own stellar physique. Towels, boxers, swimwear, anything that allowed others to admire the fact that he spent plenty of time in the gym.

After his voluntary shopping spree last week, she was fully stocked up on sexy clothing. Mom was unaware of quite a few purchases. The slutty stuff was well-hidden just in case mom got nosey.

Deciding between a red spaghetti strapped mini dress and a gray dress that looked normal on the shoulders yet had a thin circular window over the chest, she went red. “This dress is the only blush these guys will get from me.”

Dropping her robe in front of her opened bedroom window she slipped on the soft cotton blend dress. With no underwear it clung to her like a second skin. She had a hunch Ryan was looking through her window watching her anyway. Nothing new, go for it.

“This number seriously breaks the dress code. My nipples are impossible to hide. If I bend over its ... HELLO!” After experimenting what others might see by using a closet mirror she shrugged! “I can only be told to go home and change. Besides, I’ve been naked in class. This is clothed at least. Hold up! Principal Janson is my bitch.” She chuckled! “He hasn’t raised hell yet and he’s seen a lot. If he isn’t sending me home, nobody is. From this day forward I’m going to flaunt it like never before. Teachers are lusting after me too so there’s no reason to stress. Even the girls in school are chumming it up with me more than usual. I might be starting a fashion trend.”

As time ran out, she chose to decide on matching red pumps, then applied her make up. She was a goddess in her mind so that meant simply a touch up to perfection. Today she also opted to wear her glasses. Although she wore contacts most days to avoid the nerdy look, this day she realized that would never matter anymore. Guys loved her now. Glasses would never change their minds. “Every guy loves the lusty librarian look. Nerd slut in the house! Woot! Woot!” She cracked herself up.

“Text! I’m coming! I’m coming!” She presumed Ryan was inpatient. “I knew he was watching me. Fine! I’ll leave my glasses at home. Contacts it is!” A quick addition she wrote back with, “Better now?” Looking out her window she saw him in his living room giving her a thumbs up. “Perv! Takes one to know one.”

With ten minutes to spare she left her home through the back door and joined Ryan out back by his garage. Leaning against his fender well scrolling on his cell when she arrived, he looked up and forgot how to blink.

“Damn! Love the dress. Good choice.” He unlocked his car for them using his remote.

“Me too. Let’s just hope the female teachers don’t send me home. This dress violates all kinds of dress codes.”

“We just go with it until somebody raises hell.”

“I packed a tee and denim shorts just in case. If I get detention that means you wait on me. Even if you have to work at Vagianno’s Pizza.”

“Then you get naked in detention.” He stressed! “You wanted me to be master. After all that crap yesterday you put us through, you need to keep me happy.”

“I’m good with naked detention.” She smiled brightly as she got in on the passenger side of the car. Door closed she hooked up her seatbelt while he climbed in behind the steering wheel. “You know I will always do my best to keep you happy. Just keep me happy too. Master up! Don’t be afraid to get rough with me. I’m not just talking verbally; you can choke me or pull my hair hard if it makes a point and guys see you as the boss. The more you show them the more believable it is in their eyes.”

“I get it! You just let me decide on what I do to you. No more Mister Nice Guy. We really should get you a collar to make it more realistic.”

“I have a few. I just haven’t worn any because up until you decided to help me, I wouldn’t have had a master to make it look authentic. The collars I have are kind of girly though. If you want to show guys that you’re the alpha it might be better, you pick out something manly.”

“Dog collar?”

“RUFF ME UP!” She playfully barked!

“I’ll find a collar. There’s a pet store in town.”

“Maybe you should take me there after school and buy me one. Doesn’t Grover Reynold’s dad own Heavy Petting?”

“Heavenly Petting!” He laughed over her sexually charged switcheroo. “Still sounds kinky though.” Monica wrinkled her nose laughing over it. “So, what did you do last night?”

“Uh! I guess I should warn you. I went out walking last night and ran into Craig Wallace, Ethan Pomeroy, Nick Ramone, and Jerry Newman. I told them that you ordered me to go streaking and take huge risks. I let them tie me naked to Ethan’s car hood and drive me downtown. We parked in front of the theater and a lot of guys hanging out there played with me. So, if anyone brings it up you need to be sure to act as if you already know.”

“Wow! That must have been fun for them.”

“And they have my master to thank for that.” She patted his hip. “Even if he didn’t know until just now.”

“You need to be careful. Cops in town might not approve.”

“Oh, they saw me. Believe it or not when I got home my dad was sitting outside. A patrol car drove down our back alley and actually waved at me. I think they liked what they saw and tracked me down. They didn’t stop and tell dad so maybe they don’t care. Until they stop me and say something I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing. Just like in Rockfort, the cops there are horndogs.”

“Yeah, but this is Summersby. Our cops might not be as agreeable.”

“Doesn’t matter! I’m not stopping. I love showing off and making guys want me. Cops included if they don’t arrest me. If I do get arrested, you’re my free phone call Master. You better bail my ass out.”

“On a pizza delivery paycheck? Fuck your way out of jail.” He chuckled! “I’d have to involve dad or my brother Kyle to get enough money to get you out.”

“I’d pay you guys back in blowjobs.”

“You are NOT blowing my dad.” Already had! Ryan still didn’t know about his dad fucking Monica in his very own house. A promise to Brock kept, Monica neglected to inform his son. Oops! Someday maybe!

“Come on! He’s seen me naked through my bedroom window a few dozen times. You know he has.” A strange look at her Ryan huffed his cheeks. “Just saying! If it were going to happen it would have by now. At least your dad hasn’t told my parents.”

“Tell them what? That you masturbate waving your wet dildo at us?”

“Exactly! If you or your dad wanted me to stop then you guys would have ratted me out.”

“Please don’t involve my dad in all of this.”

“Eyes only! I’m not closing my curtains or my legs, Ryan. If Brock wants to beat off watching me that’s on him. It’s not like I’m chasing him. Are you telling me he hasn’t spoken to you about seeing me?”

“Ugg! Yes, I know he’s caught you. He’s caught me catching you. I’m just begging you to not seduce my dad.”

“Whatever! Stop begging that’s not what a master does. It’s what a slave does. So, I beg you to get over it all. Brock can do whatever he wants and so can you.”

“Have you ... caught him jerking off to you?” A shrinking expression out of Monica he knew she had. “Great! Now that he hasn’t mentioned.”

“Let him have his private fantasy. You’re the important one here, Ryan. I’m letting you live your fantasy.”

“Mine? It’s more like yours. I’m just happy spending time with you.” Aww! “FUCK! JUST OBEY ME YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!” Best foot on the gas pedal forward!

“Yes, Master!” Wink! Wink!

“Fuck you, Monica!”

“Anytime! Anywhere!”

Uh huh!

Summersby High School! Fifteen minutes before first bell!

“Follow my lead.”

“All yours, Master!”

“You get out first and walk around the car. Open my car door, step back and drop to your knees. Head bowed, skirt up over your ass. Let the guys see you.”

“I might just fall in love with you yet. Keep it up!”

“That’s your job Whore. Keep us ALL up.”

“My pleasure! We already have an audience. You should have locked me in your trunk again and opened it in front of them.” Another time! Good idea though! Over twenty boys stood outside as if expecting a show. Girls seemed to keep their distance today. “Ready when you are.”

“I’ll bark orders and try my hand at aggression. Work with me.”

“Ryan! GROW SOME BALLS!” She growled then left through the passenger side. Door shut she scurried around the car and opened his door for him. As told Monica stepped three feet beyond the door and knelt on her knees. A swift adjustment to her red skirt she held it up to her waist and bowed her head. Guys immediately left the sidewalks and surrounded her as if guardian angels. Sunglasses taken off, Ryan left the car, grabbed their book bags and shut the door.

“Morning fellas!”

“Sup, Quinones! We heard about the theater stunt last night. Wish we had been there.”

“Variety is the spice of life, Sizemore.” Toby Sizemore! Biggest fan if not doubting the reality of this farce. Still, Monica did obey him so maybe, just maybe! “Hand me your dress.” He barked! Monica trickled down her thigh at the command. “HURRY IT UP!” Over and off she raised her red dress up in both hands as if offering a ... GIFT! “Don’t hand it to me you stupid cunt. They can hold it for you.”

“I got it.” Trent Pozner claimed her dress. Smelling it he grinned at the others.

Before any further words could be exchanged Ryan just went for it. Book bags dropped he lunged for Monica and grabbed her by her long brown hair. Yanking her upward to stand in only her pumps he roughly guided her to his car hood. “GET UP ON THAT HOOD. REPEAT LAST NIGHT!”

In a blur she crawled onto the car and stretched out. Masturbating she plunged three fingers up inside her sopping wet twat. A security camera up on a pole stared right down at her. She knew it too, so she gave the boys one hell of a swift climax. Squeals of delight she came and came hard, juices spilling out onto the warm morning metal.

“Hell yes!” Eddie Brewer pumped his fist.

Reaching out for her ankles Ryan forcefully dragged her closer to him and dangled her legs to each side of his. With a scowl he hauled off and slapped her pussy with every ounce of strength he had. Monica screamed and squirted yet again. “THANK YOU, MASTER!”

“Lambert! Do the honors! Slap that messy cunt with everything you have.” In response Ryan stepped aside to allow Carson Lambert to move in. “Call her for what she is.”

“SLUT!” Carson slapped her clitoris as hard as he could. This had the guys grinning hard. Monica whimpered over the pain but bit her tongue. This adventure had promise. Ryan was doing great so far.

“Davidson! You’re up!” Ryan escorted Carson aside to let Andy have his turn. With a glare at Monica Andy called her a fucking whore and struck her a third time. Ow! Her eyes were showing tears but regardless she favorably spoke up.

“Thank you, Andy! Thank you, Carson!”

“Take your turns. Everyone warms this cunt up. Today is a good day!” One by one the rest of the boys took turns slapping that pussy. Once everyone met with success and thankfulness over their torture Ryan moved back into rotation. Instead of slapping her cunt again Ryan dug his fingers up inside her sopping wet vulva. Three fingers in, he savagely finger-fucked her into a screaming orgasm. Squirting all over his knuckles he left her cunt pouring like a fountain. Taking her red dress from chubby Trent Pozner, he used it to dry his hand off then tossed the dress over her naked body like a dirty rag.

“Get dressed! Guys do whatever they want to you all day long. Do you fucking understand me.”

“YES, MASTER!” Drama Queen!

Book bags in hand Ryan waited until she got dressed then had her follow behind him at a five-foot pace. In turn the boys all followed her as if in heat. Maybe Heavy Petting was the name of the store after all.

Walking into the school was courageous. Her stained red dress even accented her wet butt crack sinking in due to the dampness. Newer boys inside the building who had seen her either naked in class, or the showers, or in the parking lots all whistled dramatically. Ryan was forced to calm them down to avoid the attention of teachers. The intensity of lust in their eyes made Monica wetter still.

“Oh, my God! Ryan! Thank you.” She managed as he stopped to face her.

“For what?” He knew already. Lashing out he clutched her throat to enforce a gaze. Drizzle! Drizzle! Damn, Ryan! Very nice! Girls in the hallway watching Ryan were biting nails wishing they had a man who treated them like that. Who knew Ryan Quinones had this much charisma. Yummy!

“Nothing, Sir!”

“I thought not! Skirt up!” She quickly hiked her skirt back up to her waist letting every student in the hallway see her lower body. His choking made her face red, but she endured it. “That dress comes off in Holt’s class.”

“Yes Master!”

“You’re crawling all the way up to Holt’s desk and sitting in front of it while he teaches. You play with yourself until I call you back to your seat.”

Her eyes bulged with excitement, “I will not fail you.” Released he left Monica by herself so that he could go to his locker. Standing alone holding her skirt up she looked around her at all of the slobbering testosterone. Girls actually ignored Monica and chose to trail behind Ryan. Unexpected! Boys instantly took advantage of pretty Miss Gift while they could. Feeling her up and making certain that she was welcoming their attentiveness, Monica mumbled, “My master gives me to all of you.”

“Deliver a pizza to me on Thursday.” A boy told her as he rubbed her pussy. Nodding yes, she moaned softly and explored the others up close. Through her dress two other boys squeezed her titties. Unhappy with the material in their way she found the spaghetti straps of her dress drawn off of her shoulders. Both sides were lowered until her chest was totally exposed in all of their perky glory. Oh, yes! Nipples were sucked upon by an endless gathering of greedy bastards. GOD YES! MORE! MORE! MORE!

Only the school bell ringing halted her lovely paramours. Left behind after a number of them whispering things like, “I’m so fucking you.” to “Suck my dick over lunch.” she remained silent as to requests. She needed to look as if she had to await Ryan’s approval. In all reality Monica Gift was craving the opportunities to fulfill their desires. Christmas list!

“All in good time, Boys! Take a number!”

Standing there with her skirt still up she noticed Principal Lloyd Janson stepping into the hallway. He held a note to pin up on the bulletin board about a school charity auction. She knew he spotted her but Lloyd didn’t make direct eye contact. With a devilish grin she shuffled over to stand next to him as he unlocked the glass case. Notification pinned up she read the paper out loud. “Slave for a Day Auction? That sounds spicy.” Skirt still up and nipples barely concealed she challenged the man yet again to order her to cover up.

“It is for a good cause.”

“So, they buy us to wash a car? Mow a lawn? Paint a fence?”

“Whatever the highest bidder expects.”

“Seeing me naked?” If that didn’t get her scolded nothing would.

“You do enough of that in school.”

“Going to expel me?”

“Have I before now?”

“Nope! Still here! You like seeing me naked, don’t you Lloyd?”

“Go to class, Miss Gift.” Students still in the hallway were blown away by Lloyd refusing to punish her. It was obvious he was sweating at her semi-nudity. Heading back into his office Lloyd shut the door. Locked! Yeesh!

“So awesome!”

She pulled herself together and headed for History. As if she had never done anything in teacher Dennis Holt’s class before! HA! Nudity welcomed! By his students that is! Dennis was easy. She already knew she could turn him on. Today would be no different.

Entering class, she found Ryan chatting with a girl. To her surprise the girl chose to get on her knees beside Ryan and bow her head as Monica often did. Instead of complimenting the young lady Ryan chose to maintain his brutal side as he referred to his imaginary persona.

Reaching out he palmed the face of Willow Thorne and shoved her off balance. No laughter pursued her downfall, but she felt humiliated and quickly took to her feet and went back to her desk. Poor kid! Willow was slightly chunky and took his rejection hard. Tears fell as she hid in the back of the classroom.