Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2006, Revision 1.4

A romantic attraction has clung
To a chap of whom damsels have sung:
"'Tis the Scourge from the East,
That lascivious beast
Who was known as Attila the Hung!"

To say that I felt like a fish out of water is an understatement. These guys wanted something from me, and so I had been invited. They were looking at me like I was shit on the bottom of their shoe, but normally they never looked at me at all. They were the cool crowd at school and I, well, I'm just a dweeb, a geek, a nerd.

I was also the only student in our school that had full access to the marks and comments on all our academic records.

I was striding behind Greg with a full glass of beer in my hand; it had been shoved there as soon as I walked into the house. Having never tasted the stuff before, I chose to just hold it as a prop or a shield before me, hoping that I would not stand out so much.

My better judgement would never have allowed me to enter this house party, where the cool guys and gals from school were in full attendance. It was in the other world, the academic and sedate one, that I lived. Sure, the two sometimes crossed; usually when I was abused by one of the cool kids from school. Yet there was something seductive to a geek like me here - something so desirable but so unattainable, something that I saw as I looked at the great-looking chicks on the arms of the tall, strong, handsome guys.

Greg was the leader of C Club, the group responsible for this party and indeed for all the really 'cool' parties involving kids from our school. Don't ask me what that name stood for. The general census among my friends, also geeks like me, was that the 'C' stood for 'cool'. I had my doubts though. When you're 'cool', it was very uncool to advertise the fact... or so I've noticed.

I was only half-listening to the big guy as he spoke to me while leading me deeper into the house, along the way introducing me to guys and gals who looked at me with undisguised disgust.

You see, Greg was trying to convince me to edit the marks in the computer for all C Clubs members. The first offer, from another delegate from the club, was to not beat me up. From somewhere I found the strength to respond, "You could beat me up, but that would not get your marks increased. However, I am open to other offers from the C Club." That negotiations were still open was probably what was keeping my body from being pulverized by these guys - most of them on the school wrestling or football teams - and was what had gotten me the invitation to this normally off-limits-to-geeks party.

When we stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in shock. Two of the hot girls from school were there, naked! Three fully-dressed guys were standing around them, drinking beer and watching them. One girl was seated on the edge of the counter while the other was squatting before her, her face pressed into the hairless loins of the first.

Having never seen real-live naked girls before, this was a shock to my teenage sensibilities. Further, seeing a girl eat out another was something out of my fantasies and one of my favourite Internet movie downloads.

Greg saw my shock and stood next to me with a broad smile, "That's Sherry and Carol. Hot, huh?" They were both freshmen at our school, younger than most of the guys, and me; but Greg was right, they were very hot.

I simply mumbled something unintelligible.

He laughed lightly, "Yea, they are here looking for boyfriends."

In light of what I was seeing, the comment took me by surprise. I would have guessed the two nubile teens to be exhibitionist lesbians, and I turned my head to stare questioningly at Greg.

He puffed out his chest proudly, "As a girlfriend to a C Club member, they would get certain privileges."

I understood that. They instantly became the 'in' crowd - the cool, exclusive peer-club from which I would be forever excluded. Yet, how did going down on each other get a boyfriend? As I watched, the one seated on the counter was starting to moan rather loudly, and I wondered if she was faking it or not.

Greg saw the outstanding question still in my eyes. His voice took on a condescending tone as he related, "They have to show us guys that they have the right stuff to be our girlfriends." His voice took on a conspirator's tone as he leaned in. "Will you keep everything I tell you secret, Tom?"

"Yes. Of course." I felt like the token Indian brought before the King as an oddity. Everything I was seeing was so alien that not one of my friends would believe anything I was witnessing anyway.

The girl on the counter (I think she was Carol) started to claw at Sherry's head moving between her bare thighs, while squealing in obvious pleasure. If she was faking it, and remember this was my first time seeing a woman without clothing let alone orgasming, she was a damn fine actress.

Greg nodded as if in agreement, not paying the two naked girls any further attention, but instead watching me like a hawk watches a field mouse. "C Club members can only have one girlfriend at any time, but can change girlfriends as they see fit."

I nodded as if I understood. I guess I did, intellectually, but having never had a girlfriend in my seventeen years, the concept of trading in girlfriends was way beyond my experience.

"A club member can make use of another member's girlfriend, but only her mouth; her cunt and ass belong to her boyfriend. Within those boundaries, she must do everything any member of C Club tells her."

It was well known at school that the girlfriends of the C Club members were the best looking and most exclusive girls at school. They dressed provocatively, they flirted shamelessly, and they all acted like little drama queens. Every male at school, including most of the guy teachers, were powerless in light of their flaunted sexuality. All comments or conversations they provoked from the males were ignored, often with disdain. Yet even I had seen one of the girls jump when one of the Club members, not her boyfriend at the time, spoke to her. It was always one of the biggest mysteries about the Club.

When it was obvious that Carol was finished with her orgasm, a guy reached out and yanked Sherry's head roughly toward him. She did not hesitate to reach her hands up to the zipper of the guy's jeans and undo it. In seconds, Sherry was bobbing her face over the guys lap.

Carol saw her friend doing this and looked around at the other guys, questioning them with her eyes, as if asking, "Want me to suck you?"

I was wishing a girl would look at me like that; ask me, even silently, such a thing.

None of the remaining members took Carol up on her offer. She wore a humiliated look on her face for a moment before one of the guys laughed and passed her his half-finished beer bottle and said, "Fuck this."

Carol took it with a wide smile, albeit one that looked very forced, and brought the tapered end toward her slippery, hairless loins. The guy grunted, before it reached its destination, "On your knees, slut." Carol blinked in a seconds confusion before rushing to turn onto her knees, her desperation now plain even to me. Her very pretty ass was thrust in the air as her hand with the bottle reached behind herself. I stared without blinking as Carol began to move the tapered end of the bottle in and out of her pretty pink vagina; it looked far too large for her tiny hole.

Greg finally spoke with disgust in his voice, "Some girls just don't have what it takes."

I looked at my host to see him staring at Carol and then turned to look at the guys still watching her. They seemed to be maliciously viewing the show of a young teenage girl humiliating herself for the chance to be included into the most exclusive club in town.

Then he added, "But, some girls do."

I again looked and saw his eyes watching Sherry move her face up and down, side to side, rapidly and almost violently, as she took the hard penis fully down her throat while smashing her lips and nose against the guy's hairy groin.

"Will Sherry find a boyfriend do you think?"

Greg shrugged, "Who knows. Most don't." He nodded toward Sherry. "At least she has a chance."

The sight I had just witnessed had lowered my defences and I asked a stupid question: "You guys must go through a lot of girlfriends?"

He turned back to me and I saw a seconds disgust before he smiled charmingly again. "Actually no. Oh sure, we will trade the girls around a bit, but most girls just do not have the breeding or the right nature to be our girlfriends." I clearly understood him to mean "girls from families with money" and/or "girls who are good in bed." He nodded toward Carol and Sherry again. "They were invited simply for sport... and who knows, one of them might make a good C Club slut." That remark I read to mean that the girls had been invited to be made fun of, to be humiliated... used.

Suddenly this adventure of mine - coming to this party - seemed the wrong thing to do. Carol was an attractive-female version of me who wanted what was not possible for us: to be part of this coolest of crowds. It was plain that Carol had come here ready to give any part of her body to attain the unattainable; she would fail. I had come bearing the unique ability to hack computers and thereby increase the marks of the C Club members, but membership in the club was not going to be available to me either. I knew it; she was not yet ready to see it.

As I watched, the guy who handed Carol the bottle reached out and yanked it from her body, bringing it up to his lips to drink while snickering. The guy who had been getting serviced by Sherry grunted for Carol to get down on her knees beside her friend. I now saw that Sherry was no longer working on him and had her mouth open, holding some thick liquid upon her tongue, lips and chin. As I watched, with Greg now looking amused at me, Carol began to lick the sperm from her friend Sherry's face. Eventually their lips came together and they apparently shared what had been on Sherry's tongue.

I now knew another reason that this was not my crowd. I could never treat Carol so coldly. She was much prettier than any of the girls that guys like me ended up with. Maybe she wasn't C Club girlfriend material, but the only fault I could find with her was the willingness to humiliate herself this way for the minute chance at being 'in.'

The guys surrounding the two girls started to drift away. The one who had just gotten blown grunted at Carol to leave the party but said Sherry could stay... for now. It was obvious that Carol was devastated. The guy grunted for Sherry to follow him, on her knees, and he disappeared deeper into the house. She left without even a glance at her humiliated friend, submissively following a guy to whom she had just given oral sex.

Greg finally broke the silence. "You could have her if you want."

"Pardon?" I understood his words, but I was shocked at the offer.

He laughed lightly after seeing the look on my face, "Would you rather have both, right now, instead?"

Carol, clutching her clothing in her hands against her chest, started to walk past us when Greg grabbed her shoulder and shoved her hard against the wall. He leaned in and spoke firmly into Carol's ear, "My friend could use a blow job, Carol."

She could not meet my eye and stared at the hardwood floor instead.

"Robert told me to leave."

"I have seniority over Robert, you stupid skank. At a C Club party, you do what any guy tells you. Got it?" She looked incredibly frightened and could only nod in cowed agreement.

I had to interrupt this; I could not watch any more. "It's OK, Greg."

He ignored me, "Beg my friend to fuck you, Carol. Beg him to fuck you in the ass!"

I was shocked at the violence in his voice, the threat and dominance. It scared me, and I was not the naked, tiny teenage girl feeling violated and humiliated from her earlier episode. Slowly her eyes moved up to me, pleading silently as her voice squeaked out unconvincingly, "Please fuck my ass, Tom."

I was surprised that she even knew my name.

He hissed in anger, "You stupid, stupid cunt. Try again, and make sure you mean it or, god so help me, you will be fucking Sam next." I did not understand the comment but from the way Carol suddenly turned pale she must have.

She blinked at me a few times. When she tried again, her voice sounded smoother. "Please, Tom, I would love it if you would fuck me in the ass."

To understand what was happening here, you have to understand that the threat now on the table was greater than simply being excluded from being a C Club girlfriend. It was about being totally ostracized at school, about being constantly humiliated and bullied. One girl, the previous year, had killed herself. The authorities and her parents thought it was for no reason; the people at school knew it was because of C Club bullying.

Well, this geek just stood there, embarrassed, with a hard-on in my pants, shocked and excited by hearing a girl say that to me, while, at the same time, feeling empathy for this young, pretty thing.

Greg slipped his hand down between her slim thighs, and Carol gasped as he shoved it up into her hairless loins. He smiled maliciously as he whispered into her ear, "That's better, Carol. I'm proud of you." He turned toward me, smirking proudly, hand still thrust into her. "You want her, Tom? You're not a member; you can fuck her till your dick drops off if that is what you want."

The pressure in my pants tried to answer for me, but the pity that I felt when looking into her blue eyes forced my heart and soul to answer instead.

"No." I wanted to tell him that she was beautiful, that she should be treated like a fine piece of art - respected and revered. But nothing came out.

Greg blinked in surprise at my denial of his offer. I saw his eyes look down at the bulge in my pants. Carol immediately did the same, and I felt my cheeks flush with shame that my condition was such an open secret.

But he recovered from his shock quickly and released the scared teenage girl, shrugging uncaring. Carol was still looking at my face, a strange questioning glint in her eyes, as she fearfully asked my host, "May I go now, sir?"

'Sir?' I thought to myself.

I saw Greg prepare to answer before he paused, smirked, then asked maliciously, "What about Sam, you slut? You going to leave him hard and horny?"

A trembling began in the girl's pale tiny body, and I wondered what I could do to save her from whatever nameless horror was 'Sam'.

Greg withdrew his hand from between Carol's legs, bringing up the two very slippery, wet middle fingers and rubbing them upon her cheeks, transferring some of the juices there. "No, I changed my mind, Carol. If even Tom doesn't want you, then you are most certainly not good enough for Sam." I saw relief fill her face, but she could not meet my eyes any more. Greg smirked at me as if daring me to realize that I was being identified as lower than whatever this horror was that caused such fear in Carol.

Carol suddenly bolted down the hallway, Greg's cackle following her until she was out of sight. I heard a single "slut" from him before he turned back to me. "Now, Tom, if it's not a piece of ass like Carol you're after, what can C Club offer you?"

We were back to negotiating for my ability to increase the marks of C Clubs members. It took me some moments to collect myself. As I came back I realized Greg was walking away and I hurried to keep up behind him.

"I was thinking of fifteen hundred."

Greg stopped and turned toward me, amusement on his face, "Dollars?"

"Each."

Surprise came to him, and then I saw the anger build, "That's a little steep, Tom." I could hear the barely-controlled rage within his voice.

I wanted to change the subject. Actually, I wanted to get the fuck out of this demented house and find a way to get them to forget my abilities with the school computers, but I had to settle for diffusing his anger. I felt as if I was already over my head, but that I could not simply walk away from what I had instigated. I was now sure that letting some of the kids at school know that I had access to the school's computers had not been such a great idea after all.

"Who is Sam?"

Greg blinked, the anger seemingly disappearing, though I knew it was just hidden from my view.

"He is Sean's dog, a doberman."

It was my turn to blink in surprise. Had Greg just threatened to force Carol have sex with Sam... but Sam was a dog?

Greg laughed at my response yet again. "Sean caught his mom and Sam going at it, and ever since Sam has been an official member of the C Club. He certainly has the biggest cock; and probably gets more pussy than any of us, too." He laughed quietly; then, seeing my disgust, defended himself. "It's why Sean now lives with his dad, why his parents divorced and his mom didn't even contest it!" Another chuckle, "Sean lets his mom come over for some private time with Sam, always having a few of his C Club friends join them for a little party. It's not like she can say 'no'!"

I just stood rooted to a single place on the floor, amazed at the depravity of guys that walked the same halls at school as I did.

Greg didn't leave it at that. He had to have recognized my disgust at what he had said, but saw an opportunity to keep me unbalanced. "I can't think of a single C Club girlfriend that has not fucked and sucked Sam. Most seem to love it and want more."

He turned away from me as a lingerie-clad senior came into the room holding an empty bottle of beer. "Hi, Gina. Say hello to Tom here."

Her eyes looked me up and down. I could have been a bug for all the interest I held for her. She then ignored me and accosted Greg, "A dull party tonight, Greg."

"Oh?"

"Too many skanks prowling around!" She did not have to look at me to let me know that she thought I was included in that group.

Greg shrugged, "We are just having a little fun, Gina."

She yanked open the side-by-side stainless-steel fridge and shoved her arm inside, only to withdraw it with a another full bottle of beer. I realized, then, that Gina was very inebriated. She strode out of the kitchen, stumbling once along the way.

When she was gone, Greg sighed, "I wouldn't be surprised if Gina gets dumped for one of the new girls tonight."

I turned to him a little surprised. Gina was a senior at our high school and had to be one of the prettiest of all the girls that I knew. She had been part of the 'cool' crowd since she was a freshman, her drama-queen antics were legendary. Standing there in black lingerie, she looked like something out of an expensive men's magazine or a fantasy. Why would anyone, even C Club members that seemed to have their pick of girls, deny themselves Gina?

"You're kidding!"

Greg shook his head negatively. "Nope. She has been drinking too much lately and is forgetting herself." It took very little to understand that he meant she was most often drunk and belligerent, forgetting that she was, as Greg said earlier, a 'C Club slut'. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to see life as Gina might - and it wasn't pretty. No wonder she drank.

Greg lead me further into the house, and he pointed into a room where two girls and one guy were all rolling about on a wide bed, naked. The girls were giggling and the guy was moaning with pleasure. I could not tell where one body ended and the other started; the three looked like one oddly shaped alien in the shadowed light. Yet it was the first time I had ever seen someone having intercourse. I realized I was less turned on by the sight than I was when watching videos in the privacy of my room. Looking at it with a coolly analytical eye, it seemed a little inhuman and uninvolved.

I followed Greg a few more steps down the hall and looked into another, smaller room. Two naked guys were standing with five naked girls. One of the girls was kneeling before a very large, brown-haired dog as it humped with an incredible speed. Two of the other girls were on their knees before the guys, sucking them slowly. The last two were on their knees on either side of the girl getting fucked by the large animal, asses in the air, as if waiting.

I turned away feeling sick. Greg just snickered and kept walking. I bet myself that I had just seen the infamous Sam. I knew Sean from school - a big, dim-witted brute - and felt the tale about his mom, some of the other members, the dog, and him was probably true.

I felt as if I had stepped into Hell.

We stepped past a small crowd laughing at one of the guys telling a joke in the hallway before Greg lead me down the stairs. I could hear the noise of a football game, probably from a television. When I stepped around the corner, I froze in fear as at least nine sets of eyes turned toward me. I felt like a buck on the opening day of hunting season. Most of the eyes belonged to guys that I purposely avoided at school - in other words, C Club members.

All the guys sat around on the couch or in chairs facing the TV. Most turned right back to the game as soon as Greg nodded to them, assuring them that my intruding like this was OK. Just about every guy had a naked or lingerie-clad woman kneeling before him sucking a hard cock. Only one did not; his girl sat on his lap facing the television as well, and he was straining to see past her to the game that was playing. There were two more girls, one was Sherry, and they were both naked and inverted upon the floor between the guys and the huge flat-screen television, busily licking each others sex. The room was not huge, so it felt rather full with all the bodies.

Greg gripped my arm and nodded with his chin toward one of the kneeling naked girls, while watching me carefully. I felt as though I had been struck in the gut. My younger sister was there, sucking away on the guy before her!

'What the hell was Jamie doing here?'

My sister was two years younger than I, just starting high school this year, but already she was more popular than I would ever become. We had never gotten along. We were like oil and water; we just did not mix. Yet I would never have guessed that I would see her there, like that, doing that! Was this the price of being popular in our school, for the girls at least? It appeared Jamie was willingly paying it.

The guy with his dick in Jamie's mouth shouted over the loud game, "That the guy?" He was talking to Greg, not even looking at me.

Greg nodded to him, smiling maliciously.

The guy on the couch patted my sisters head affectionately and shouted over the game, "She is enthusiastic enough to be one of ours." I think he meant that Jamie could become one of C Club members' girlfriends. A small part, deep inside me, was still coherent enough to thank whatever god there was that she was not already one of these guys' girlfriends.

Greg leaned toward me and half-shouted into my ear, "Do you want her?"

I had to play dumb, but my guts twisted in astonishment.

"What?"

God help me, but I could not take my eyes from my sister's pale naked flesh.

"Jamie, do you want to fuck your sister?"

After hearing the earlier tales about Sean, his mom and their dog from the same somber voice that now was shouting over the game, I knew this was for real. Before I could answer, before I could give the only response a big brother could give, I saw Jamie stand and move quickly past the guys and gals to stand next to Greg. She hooked her arm into his, rubbed her naked tiny form against his flank, and ignored me.

I just stood mute.

He shouted again, "She has already agreed to fuck you, Tom. She will do anything you want!"

That was impossible! My sister hated the sight of me; we could not be in the same room for more than a minute before a fight broke out. She was the cute, popular sibling; I was the geeky, smart one.

Greg turned his head and spoke into Jamie's ear. She looked at me with the same disgust that all the other guys and gals had since I walked into this party and then nodded to Greg. She unhooked her arm and turned to stride slowly up the stairs.

God help me, but I followed her every step until she was out of sight. Her bottom was smooth and very sexy.

Jamie was short and thin, very like Carol, whose naked form I had admired so openly before, I now realized with shame. Where Carol had nothing but smooth flesh between her legs, my sister had sparse, dark- brown, kinky hair trimmed to a thin line directly above her dark-pink outer labia. My sister's skin was as pale and smooth as my own; but while it appeared sickly on my body, it appeared sexy on hers.

When she was gone, I looked over at the guy Jamie had been servicing and saw Sherry in her place. The other girl that had been busy in a sixty-nine with her earlier was seated against the wall, out of the way of the guys watching the game on the television and sipping a beer.

Greg pulled my elbow and nodded for me to follow him back up the stairs. I did, telling myself it was only because it was too loud in the basement and all the naked girls blowing or fucking the C Club members was too distracting. I told myself I had to get the fuck out of this den of iniquity.

As soon as Greg closed the door to the basement, the silence, or what passed for silence in this house, seemed thunderous. Greg looked at my shocked face, snickered, and explained, "It's like this Tom, we don't want to pay you a dime. It's not the money, you understand; it's the principle. Besides, we think we can offer you something better than money." His eyebrows danced on his forehead for a second and I looked around, suddenly very embarrassed and very worried that someone might overhear our conversation. No one could.

"Your sister Jamie wants to be a C Club girlfriend; we think she has what it takes as well." I suddenly felt nauseous and tried very hard not to think about what that last statement meant. Greg rushed on, "She thinks that if she does you tonight, one of the guys will ask her to be his girlfriend. What she doesn't know is that if you don't do it with her, if you don't accept our deal for your computer talents, then she never will get to join up with us."

I felt my jaw drop in shock. The lengths to which the C Club would go was beyond my imagination. It was also amazing how like objects the C Club members treated the female of our species. That was my sister I had just witnessed; for Greg and his pals, she was simply an object of opportunity.

And what the hell did I care if Jamie was denied entrance to this exclusive club? In fact, as her big brother, I should do everything in my power to make sure she escaped from the evil clutches of Greg and his C Club pals. Come to that, I thought with my anger rising, how could she act so wantonly simply to be part of the 'in' crowd? Did she know what the true membership dues were, as Gina was discovering in her last year of school?

Greg had paused to let me consider his offer and the consequences of denying it, as well as those of taking it. I thought, 'I'm afraid you are placing way too much value on my relationship with Jamie.'

"There is one last thing that I have to sweeten the offer."

He became annoyed as he waited for me to nod for him to continue.

"C Club has come into possession of some incriminating photos that we plan to mail to various people if you don't make a deal with us."

I shook my head to clear it.

"Photos?"

Greg was being obtuse on purpose, and this whole visit was starting to annoy me.

"It seems we have dozens of photos of your mother, wearing stockings and having some fun with a guy that is not your father, before getting her face hosed."

This time I actually lost my balance and fell against the wall in shock. Greg was wearing a smirk of triumph that, at that moment, made me think he might indeed be the devil incarnate!

"We will give you the photos (they are rather enjoyable) if you make this deal with us." I knew that the alternative was for my family to be left in ruins and humiliation.

Since I had not responded in a timely fashion, Greg continued tauntingly, "This guy spanks her, fucks her cunt and then her ass, before humping her tits to a come that anyone would be proud of. Shit, we have plenty of photos. The pictures end with your mom finger- banging herself while her face is covered in the guys jiz. The photos are a hit with the guys I have showed them... !"

"Enough!" I interrupted his provoking litany.

Greg immediately stopped talking and maliciously smiled. He knew a winning hand when he held one. "Do we have a deal, Tom?"

I nodded affirmatively. I knew with a cold dread that the photos Greg was talking about were real. I now knew why he was so unconcerned that I might tell someone everything that I'd seen so far tonight. I loved my mom unconditionally, and I would need to come to terms with the fact that she was cheating, or had cheated, on dad. But, one thing at a time. First I needed to get those photos and destroy them.

"And the negatives?"