Chapter 13

Emily wasn't quite prepared for the reception she got when she arrived at school.

Some of it, Emily supposed, was to be expected. An announcement sheet had been tacked up on the bulletin board in the high school lobby, listing who'd made the cheerleading squad, and who'd missed the cut. A bunch of students were milling around the bulletin board, chatting with one another as they read over the list of names. It was official ... Donna and Michelle were among the new cheerleaders, and not only was Emily among the new cheerleaders as well, she also was the squad's newest captain.

Just a short way down the hallway from the bulletin board was Emily's locker, which had been decorated sometime early that morning with all sorts of ribbons, balloons, and shiny pink wrapping paper. CONGRATULATIONS CAPTAIN, WE LOVE YOU!!!! proudly screamed one of the giant paper banners hanging above Emily's locker. And as many students were gathered in the by the bulletin board, even more were gathered by Emily's locker.

Some of the students by Emily's locker were her close friends, like Donna and Michelle. In fact, Donna was impatiently hopping up and down as she kept desperately looking down the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of her best friend the instant she arrived. Some of the other gathered students were the newly-announced members of the cheerleading squad. Dawn and Samantha were among them, the only remaining cheerleaders from the previous year's squad, both looking a bit uncertain but hopeful, as though they'd resigned themselves to their fate, and were willing to move on with the squad with Emily replacing their missing best friend Charlotte.

Speaking of Charlotte ... rumors were flying around the school about Charlotte's disappearance, ranging from she'd gotten knocked up by some senior at Northern State and gotten a quickie marriage to him in Las Vegas to she'd been kidnapped and the FBI was at her house waiting for a phone call to she'd dropped out of school and was doing really freaky online porn. A hundred wild stories and sketchy rumors were floating around about Charlotte, each one stranger than the next, all of them whispered in excited, hushed tones by the students crowded in the hallway.

But when Emily finally arrived at school ... all the whispers about Charlotte stopped, at least for a little while. And plenty of excited whispers started about Emily instead.

For the past few days at school, Emily had only been vaguely aware of the attention she'd been getting ... or, to be more precise, the attention that the outfits she'd been wearing had been getting. She kind of knew about some of the lustful stares that had come her way from the guys she passed in the hallways, or the looks of disgust from other girls ... but they hadn't consciously registered with her.

But while Emily had gotten plenty of attention – both good and bad – for dressing like a tramp the past few days, she'd managed to bury that in the back of her mind. For when she'd dressed the way Jack wanted her to dress those other days, the amazing headphones that Jack had given her were always in her ears, blaring their sweet, lovely static. And, while lost in that dreamy haze of static, Emily had thought little else but her cheerleading tryouts – every beat, every move, every little nuance of her routines, and how to perform them perfectly. And when she hadn't been conditioning her mind and body to become a perfect cheerleader ... she'd been conditioning her mind and body to become her brother Jack's perfect sexy slut, thinking of how much she wanted to suck his cock, how much she wanted to fuck him, and all the dirty positions they could fuck in, and all the different places where they could fuck, and how he could parade her around like his special fucktoy whore...

Basically, Emily had a lot of other things on her heavily-conditioned mind.

This particular morning, however, was the first morning that Emily had gone to school without wearing her headphones, at least since she'd started listening to Jack. And without the headphones, she couldn't tune out the rest of the world ... quite the opposite, in fact. Emily realized that her hearing was much better than it used to be, and her ability to notice and pay attention to things had been amplified to an incredible degree ... especially anything that was said about her. And anyone who looked at Emily ... she noticed them, especially if they gave her a look of appreciation, or just shameless lust ... or complete disgust, disappointment, or disdain.

As Emily entered the lobby of the school, applause and cheers erupted from the smiling students who'd gathered there. The applause awkwardly died in confusion, though, as many of Emily's cheering classmates simply started to gawk at her instead. The fabric of Emily's white mini-dress clung to her slender body so tightly, it might as well have been painted on her ... and her nipples, still rock-hard with arousal from her dirty little dalliance with her mother and younger brother that morning, poked loud and proud through the dress. Her ample tits – already a few cup sizes larger than they'd been only a few days ago – flounced and jiggled unrestrained beneath her dress, giving anyone in the school hallway who liked breasts a spectacular show. And based on the number of eyes focused intently on Emily, quite a lot of students at Patriot High were very fond of big, beautiful tits.

The white dress was also extremely tight and just a touch too small, so as Emily walked into the lobby, the hem kept creeping up her hips and her ass, forcing her to constantly tug it back in place. She found that she could kind of keep it in place if she sashayed a bit on her silver high heels as she walked ... however, she realized that by doing so, she was also strutting like a prostitute down Main Street at three in the morning, flaunting and shaking her ass shamelessly as her heels clacked against the tile hallway floor. Emily decided that this probably wasn't a bad thing. Lots of hookers are really, really sexy, she thought.

Emily made her way past the crowd of her classmates to her locker. She saw Samantha and Dawn standing there, looking rather perplexed. "There you are!" Emily exclaimed, waving excitedly to the two other cheerleading captains. She skipped over to them, giving each of them a big, affectionate hug. Emily ran her hand lightly over Dawn's ass as she hugged her as well – Emily always had thought Dawn had the sexiest ass in the entire school – and let out a soft, breathy giggle as Dawn almost jumped out of her skin from the gentle caress.

"Um, good to see you too, Emily," Dawn said, nervously inching away from Emily. "And ... the outfit? Is this a joke, or..."

"Do you like it?" Emily said. She danced around in a circle on her heels. Someone – a guy, Emily wasn't exactly sure who, though – let out an appreciative wolf whistle. Emily giggled again. "I absolutely fucking love it. And since I was going to be named cheerleading captain today – and let's face it, we all knew I would! – I wanted to wear something special for the occasion. Something sexy."

"I see," Samantha said flatly. Emily thought she heard a hint of disdain in Samantha's voice, but decided that she was just hearing things. After all, she and Samantha were cheerleading captains. They certainly didn't have anything to disagree about. "So, dressing like that ... it's how you think you should celebrate being a cheerleader?"

"Oh, absolutely," Emily said, nodding eagerly. "Maybe we can all dress like this sometime."

"Uh-huh ... right," Samantha said. She pursed her lips like she'd just eaten something sour. "Sure ... I'll think about that. Well, anyway, congrats. Guess I'll see you after school at our first team meeting, then." She rolled her eyes, and then gestured towards Dawn. "Come on, we need to get to class."

Emily watched as the two other cheerleading captains departed, moving through the loose crowd of other students, noting with interest how Dawn eagerly followed after Samantha like an excitable, attention-starved puppy. I wonder how Dawn would look in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a dog leash, she mused. Probably really, really hot.

Some other classmates approached Emily, murmuring awkward congratulations, some shaking her hand, a few offering hugs ... mostly guys, who seemed quite eager to press themselves up against Emily's chest. Emily didn't mind. Tits are for playing with, that's what Jack says, she thought rather happily. She also received excited, babbling congratulations – ohmigodohmigodOHMIGOD, isn't this GREAT!!! – from her redheaded friend Michelle, who couldn't seem to stop jumping up and down as she spoke, as though she was about to literally burst ... and who also couldn't seem to stop running her pretty green eyes up and down Emily's lean, curvy body. Again, Emily didn't mind. She found herself wishing that she could show even more of her body to Michelle at some point...

The only person who didn't seem to notice Emily's attire in the slightest was Donna. Emily supposed that was because her best friend, of course, always had great taste in clothes ... and besides, Donna was also wearing something really sexy, something that Emily thought she wouldn't mind wearing herself. Donna wore a tiny little t-shirt, one with a torn collar that clung tightly to her top. Emily vaguely remembered Donna wearing the shirt a few years ago, long ago, when they were in seventh grade. Donna also wore a denim miniskirt with a ripped, jagged hemline, which showed off her long, shapely legs quite nicely. It looked to Emily like Donna had cut the hemline down with a pair of scissors to its outrageously short length ... a choice that Emily thought was really smart. It made Donna look so much hotter ... and just a touch slutty.

Not bad, Emily thought dreamily, as she gazed at her best friend's outfit. She'd look even more sexy, though, if Jack picked out her clothes instead ... maybe I can ask him if he could do that, he's so good at picking out really cute outfits...

"Hiya, Em," Donna said, her voice ragged with excitement as she ran up and hugged her best friend. Emily found it was all she could do not to shove Donna hard up against the lockers and shove her tongue down her best friend's throat, grinding against her hard while she shamelessly groped her tits. "So awesome, right? And captain ... congrats ... listen, did you bring me a new set of headphones?"

"What?" Emily barely heard Donna's question. The number of her classmates that were just openly staring at her was something Emily found exciting beyond belief. She kept twirling around, still bouncing up and down on her heels as she looked around, her big tits jiggling wildly with every bounce. "Oh, yeah, that ... um, yeah, I guess. It should be the top box in my bag..."

"Thanks," Donna said. She snatched the pink Victoria's Secret bag out of Emily's grasp, and rummaged around in it until she found the small box with her name on it. Donna let out a little squeal of delight, and ripped the box open, tearing the headphones out of them with a manic glee.

Emily watched curiously as Donna shoved the tiny buds of the headphones into her ears, connecting the main wire to her iPod ... and then the blissful smile that crossed Donna's sweet face as static began to play. Emily nodded in understanding. She remembered the burning need to hear that harsh, lovely noise.

"So I'll see you later, at the cheerleading meeting after school?" Emily asked Donna. "I've got a lot of things I need to talk about with you, and Michelle, and Dawn and Samantha ... well, everyone, I guess. We have a lot of things we need to do. Lots of plans. I think I – I mean, we're going to me making some changes to the squad this year..."

"What?" Donna said. "Um, yeah, sure. I guess." The petite brunette adjusted her headphones a bit, trying to listen the static blaring out of them and to Emily at the same time. "Might be a little late, though. I have, um, a special appointment, so I'm going to ditch out of school for a bit. And, um, I might have to, uh, leave the meeting early for, uh, something else..."

"Of course," Emily said, nodding agreeably. "I understand. Totally." Which was true. Emily wasn't quite sure why she understood, but somehow, she did ... and she knew that whatever her best friend was evasively mumbling about, it was important, and it needed to be done. Besides, Emily thought that Donna would be happy about to the changes she had planned.

"Thanks," Donna replied with a grin. She leaned close to Emily, giving her best friend a quick, light kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."

As Donna headed away, Emily noticed that the lights blinking on Donna's new headphones were pink and light purple, exactly like the lights on Emily's second pair of headphones. Emily beamed in delight. She'll be so happy with them, they're so much better than the pink and green ones, thought Emily. Jack's so nice to give the good ones to her...

The stares and the murmurs Emily was getting didn't subside after she got her books from her locker. If anything, they grew more and more with each passing hour, as texts, whispers, and rumors about Emily and the slutty outfit she wore spread through the school like wildfire. After each of her classes, Emily discovered that there always was a crowd of students gathered by the door as she headed to her next class. There would be a brief moment of craning heads as everyone brazenly stared at her – particularly, her cleavage – followed by a lot of students immediately pretending they hadn't just been staring at her as Emily moved past them. Emily could then hear the soft thunder of footsteps behind her as small crowds followed behind her ... and she could feel their eyes, crawling up and down her slim body, lingering on the sweet curves of her ass.

And Emily could especially hear what some of her classmates were saying about her.

"Look at her," Emily heard a thin, waif-like sophomore dressed in jeans and a trendy rock t-shirt say as she walked by. "When did the dirty whore convention come to town? Never knew she was such a trashy slut before..."

"I know, right?" Emily heard another girl standing nearby snort in disgust. "When did Emily turn into such a skank? I mean, shit, I thought she was nice, and normal..."

"Fuck, is that chick dating anyone?" Emily heard a guy say, a big, hulking meathead wearing a varsity football jacket. "Because I sure wouldn't mind tapping that sweet ass. And if she is ... that fucker's the luckiest son of a bitch in this school..."

"Shit," Emily heard a tall, athletic guy say to one of his friend. It might have been one of the basketball players, she wasn't quite sure. "Is that ... nahhh ... coulda sworn I saw her fucking on some porn site the other night ... well, if it wasn't her, the bitch that looked just like her sure loved to fuck, let me tell you..."

Emily heard even more comments like that as she walked from class to class, some of them in hushed whispers, some loud and directed right at her. Whether they were lustful compliments or mean-spirited insults ... Emily heard them all, and they all made Emily so very, very wet and horny. And the attention almost made things worse, as with everyone constantly watching her, Emily couldn't just sneak off and masturbate in the girls' bathroom the way she had the other day. She knew if she did, there would be at least two or three girls following her into the bathroom, listening to her wanton moans of pleasure as she fingered herself to a furious orgasm ... and she just couldn't do that. It'd be too humiliating ... although as the day rolled on, she found herself caring less and less about that, as she began to feel a sloppy, sticky heat beginning to wetly coat her thighs.

Emily's burning need for release had almost built to an unbearable crescendo by the early afternoon, as she entered Mr. Hill's chemistry class. All of the slightly awkward, humiliating attention that Emily had gotten throughout the day had her on the verge of utterly creaming herself, even though her sopping pussy hadn't so much as been touched. She kept her head down as she went over to her seat, fumbling in her purse for her cell phone as she walked. Emily decided that she'd text Donna, and have her best friend meet her in the parking lot, and have Donna's delightfully slutty tongue lap at her cunt until she came all over it ... and if the entire school watched, Emily didn't care anymore. All she needed to do was make some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom, or the nurse's office, and get Mr. Hill to write her a pass...

... and then, Emily ran right into Mr. Hill, not seeing him as he stood directly in front of her, blocking the way to her desk. A couple of Emily's classmates – already seated – snickered at the clumsy, awkward collision. As Emily looked up at her chemistry teacher, she saw that his arms were folded crossly in front of his chest, and he had a hard, condemning look on his tired face. Emily put her big pink bag and her books down by her feet, and then tried taking a seat. To her annoyance, Mr. Hill still wouldn't let her get to her desk.

"Emily," Mr. Hill said sternly, "I'm very disappointed in you. I thought you might've learned something from our little chat yesterday ... but it seems my faith in you was sadly misplaced." Some nervous giggles and whispers echoed through the classroom as Mr. Hill walked over to his desk. He opened one of its drawers, and took out a hall pass. "You, miss, are to head straight down to the principal's office, and –"

"Principal's office, right there, got it, whatever," Emily said in a sarcastic tone, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes. "Are you done with the lecture, Mr. Hill?" She held out her hand expectantly for the pass, smirking as the giggles and whispers of her staring classmates rapidly turned into gasps of shock.

Mr. Hill walked slowly over to Emily, ignoring the gasps. He calmly placed the pass in Emily's outstretched hand. "I'm done for now, Emily," he said quietly. "But trust me, this isn't over."

"We'll see," Emily said, as she tucked the pass away in her handbag. She winked at Mr. Hill, and then bent over to take one of the bigger boxes out of her pink Victoria's Secret bag, the soft curves of her ass peeking naughtily out from under the hem of her mini-dress as she did so. More than a few appreciative whistles – and a few disapproving murmurs – floated over in Emily's direction. Emily couldn't help but smile, even as her cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment ... and as she felt that small damp patch of naughty desire growing even bigger between her legs.

"And what, pray tell, is this?" Mr. Hill asked.

"Present for you," Emily replied cheekily. "Y'know, because you're my favorite teacher and all." She pressed the white cardboard box into Mr. Hill's hands. "For all the nice things you give me, like trips to the principal's office."

Mr. Hill stared curiously at the box for a moment, then at Emily, looking both surprised and suspicious of the unexpected gift ... Reluctantly, he tucked the box under one arm, and then gave Emily a dismissive wave of his hand. "Go. You've wasted enough of your classmates' time, and mine as well. You can come back when you've come to your senses ... or at least remembered how to dress appropriately for my class again."

Emily's cheeks burned even more brightly with embarrassment. "Whatever," she repeated, twirling one of her long locks of blonde hair between her slender fingers. She picked up her books and her Victoria's Secret bag, and strode defiantly out of the classroom, making sure to give her ass an extra sexy, impudent wiggle as she walked away.

One down, Emily thought as she left Mr. Hill's classroom, two to go. She didn't know quite what that meant, but she knew she'd just done something important. Besides, it sounded like something Jack might say.

The principal's office was on the first floor of the high school, in the east wing, one of the few areas that wasn't under construction in that part of the building. There was an empty row of chairs outside the office in the hallway, facing the doorway to the office's tiny reception area. Seated behind a sterile, spartan metal desk in the reception area was old gray-haired Miss Harrigan, the school secretary for Patriot High ... and just beyond Miss Harrigan's desk was the door to Principal Jenkins' office.

"Hi, I'm here to see Principal Jenkins," Emily said as she stepped into the reception area. She daintily placed her hall pass on Miss Harrigan's desk. "I think I'm in trouble, or something. I don't know. Stupid Mr. Hill just has a problem with me, I guess..."

"Good grief," Miss Harrigan said. The old woman narrowed her dark eyes at Emily as she looked up at her. Miss Harrigan took off her glasses, polishing the thick lenses with a silk cloth from her purse, and then stared at Emily again. "What on earth do you think you're wearing, miss? You look like a prostitute. Go sit out there – out of my sight – and stay quiet until Principal Jenkins is ready to see you." She pointed disdainfully to the chairs in the hallway. "Go, go, go..."

Emily turned and stepped quickly out of the office, again unable to stop smiling, even as another hot flash of utter humiliation crept across her face. She called me a fucking prostitute, Emily thought excitedly. She must think I'm some sex-starved slut ... and she's right... Emily began squirming around on her chair, her hands clasped together in her lap, lightly rubbing her hands against her crotch. She wondered if she could sneak away to the abandoned bathroom – the same bathroom where she'd so delightfully molested Charlotte the other day – and just play with herself for a couple of minutes. She just needed a quick release, just an orgasm or two, she didn't think it'd take that long...

"Well, this is rather a shame, I think," Emily suddenly heard a voice say.

Emily looked up, and saw Mrs. Winter standing by the doorway to the principal's office, dressed in a smart, stylish, cream-colored pantsuit. Mrs. Winter's hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her arms were folded sternly across her small chest as she gave Emily a pitying, disgusted glare. As Mrs. Winter looking down at Emily through her black-rimmed designer glasses, Emily found herself feeling rather pathetic ... and also felt the delicious, naughty heat building between her legs burning like an inferno.

Emily realized that she'd never seen Mrs. Winter wear anything but smart, chic pantsuits before. She dreamily began wondering what Mrs. Winter – a tall, slender, toned athletic woman in her early forties – would look like in a skirt. A really, really short skirt. Or in lingerie, or in nothing at all, as Emily imaged putting her head between Mrs. Winter's naked legs and feasting happily on her history teacher's hot pussy...