6TAD Chapter 1254
[YURI WARNING]
But feeling reenergized now that she had a purpose, Heather was already up and looking for her phone book. She had the number of just about anybody of any importance at school, and if she didn't have a number she knew who to call who would.
She found the book and started dialing a number, even though she was still wearing just her nightie and leaking pussy juice.
"Hello? Johann? It's me, Heather, from school... Sorry to call on Thanksgiving night and all...Is now a good time to talk? ... Okay, good. Listen. It's a long story, but I'm in matchmaking mode. I hear you're sweet on Cindy, you know, the one who sits next to you in Social Studies... No, that's cool. You don't have to confirm or deny or say anything. I know you're probably freaked out by this call, but don't worry, I'm not out to get you, I'm just pointing out a
well known fact. Everybody knows you're sweet on her... Good question, I'll tell you why I care. Like I said, I wanna play matchmaker; I wanna make your day. Cindy looks up to me. All I have to do is say the word and she'll see you in a new light... Trust me... Yeah, I know... Well, there is one thing, now that you mention it. You know Ryan on our football team, and his little gang? Those guys have been up to no good. Ryan thinks he's hot shit and wants to take over everything, but all he's doing is splitting the team, destroying morale, and causing the team to tank. Homecoming weekend is coming up soon and I plan to win the Homecoming Queen crown, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna be the queen of a school with a joke of a football team! Ryan's shit has to stop now! Here's what I need you to do..."
After finishing that call, Heather immediately looked up Cindy's number and dialed it. "Hi, Cindy? Heather. Listen, sorry for calling at a weird hour, but I just found you a new boyfriend... No, I don't care if you have one already, I'm not SUGGESTING the name of a new boyfriend, I'm saying I FOUND you a new boyfriend. Do you get it? Or do I have to remind you about the incident in the locker room last year and who knows about that and who doesn't? ... That's what I like to hear. His name is Johann, you know, the inside linebacker on the football team? ... I don't care if he's chubby! Cindy, are you going to be
a somebody or a nobody? Do you want to sit at the 'Blondies' table someday? Or do I have to remind you what happened to Linda Lou when she tried to cross me last month? ... Just date him a couple of times and give him a chance. That's all I ask. You two will be good together. Here's what you have to do..."
When that call was done, Heather put the phone down and smiled an evil smile in Simone's direction. She loved flexing her power like this, utilizing her encyclopedic knowledge of the "in" people at school. "Well, that's one problem taken care of. I'm going to CRUSH Ryan and his buddies like bugs. By the time I finish making my calls here, every single player on the team is going to avoid Ryan and his gang, or better yet, cut them off at the knees at every turn. They'll have no choice but to come to me and beg me to stop. They'll crack like a carton of eggs run over by a fuckin' truck! The only problem is that I don't know exactly who THEY are, but I know some people I can lean on who can help with that too."
Simone just sat there and watched in awe as Heather looked up another number in her phone book. Heather was in her element now and didn't need any help.
Whoa, Simone thought. Sometimes I forget just how scary and powerful Heather can be. I think Alan still has no clue who he's dealing with, 'cos if he did, he'd shit in his pants. His strength actually is his ignorance on that point, so it's better if I don't clue him in. The truth is, she could crush even ALAN like a bug any time she wanted to, only deep down she doesn't want to and doesn't even know it yet. She likes having someone who can best her, for once in her life. But if she ever gets tired of that and turns the full force of her guns on him, all I can say is that I hope he runs like hell until he's safe in a cave in Alaska.
She listened as Heather made call after call. Her best friend was tearing through the school's social order, raising cooperative people up, and tearing the few less than fully cooperative ones down. There would be some new faces at the "Blondie" table Heather sat at on Monday, that was for sure. Simone almost felt sorry for Ryan and his buddies because they stood no chance now that Heather was pulling strings and calling in favors.
The only problem was that many of Heather's manipulations would take time to develop. Most of them wouldn't even begin to be apparent until Monday at the earliest, especially since she had all the callers swear to total silence about what she was calling about. Considering her mastery of a significant chunk of the gossip network, it was even possible that none of the people she was calling would "leak" what she was telling them for fear of Heather hearing the back chatter on the grapevine and figuring out who could be trusted and who couldn't.
When Heather at long last finished calling everybody she could think of calling, she put her phone book away and clapped her hands together several times in a satisfied gesture of completion, as if she was trying to clap away some flour after rolling out pie crusts. "Well, that's done. I'm feeling pretty good. I just hope you pass the word on to Alan, otherwise it'll all be in vain."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want him to find out what great lengths I went to a week from now! This damn punishment hopefully will be over with already by then. I want his punishment to end TOMORROW! Hell, tonight would be better."
Simone said honestly, "I can't make any promises since I'm only the assistant, but I think that after I tell your Bitch Tamer how many people you called and what a big effort you made, he's gonna be very impressed."
"Good! You know what I like the most? If I'm not gonna get fucked, then no one else is either. I'd say that Ryan and his cronies - and I think I know the names of most of them now, by the way - are seriously fucked, except that it's most accurate to say that they'll be seriously UN-fucked. Hee-hee-hee! I have way more control over the girls in the school than the boys, and if any girl so much as touches Ryan or his goons, she'll be so far down the social totem pole that she'll be looking UP at the nerds! Hee-hee!"
Simone grinned. "Cool, but you're wrong about one thing, the point about no one getting fucked. Need I remind you that Alan says only your ass is off limits? And none of MY body is off limits, hint, hint."
"Ah." Heather smiled. "There is that, and thank God you're here, too! Power IS the ultimate aphrodisiac! You have no idea how HOT it gets me to play God like that! Let's fuck!"
"Now you're talkin'!" Simone was already sitting on Heather's bed wearing just her negligée, so she just lay back onto the bed.
"Mmmm, you look delicious," Heather said in admiration as she stared while Simone stretched out on the bed. "I only wish I had my strap-on or something like that."
"Check my backpack. I think you'll find Christmas has come early this year."
Heather walked to Simone's bag, expecting to find one or two sex toys in it. Instead, she found her own entire sex toy collection that Simone had confiscated from her yesterday. "Awww. You shouldn't have!"
"Hey, well, it's what Alan wanted. He can be nice or not so nice; it all depends on you."
"No, I mean literally, you shouldn't have! You've got all kinds of anal goodies in here too. How am I supposed to make it through my punishment with all this temptation?!" She picked up a not-so-small anal dildo and stroked it fondly. However, she quickly noticed that the biggest anal dildos, like the one she'd had in her ass earlier in the day, weren't there.
"You know what?" Simone said. "I think that may be a trick gift of sorts."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, kind of a test, maybe. I'm thinking Alan wants to know if you'll cheat on his punishment. Obviously you wouldn't break it right in front of him or me, but what if you're here, all alone at night, just you and that box of toys? What then? Do you have the willpower to resist?"
Heather scowled. "God damn him! But how will he know if I do cheat?"
"I don't know. Maybe he won't. Maybe it's just a question of if you're weak enough to cheat on yourself."
Heather didn't realize it yet, but she'd been outsmarted once again. Had she not been given her collection of toys back, she would have found some way to get her anal satisfaction. But now that the opportunity to cheat had been thrown in her face and it had been made a question of willpower, she was compelled to prove that she could resist the temptation to cheat, even if only to herself.
"Goddamnit! I hate it when he pulls this kind of shit." Heather growled angrily, tossing the toy in her hand back into the collection and rummaging around to find something more suitable to use on her friend.
Heather ended up selecting a double-headed dildo, and the two of them spent twenty minutes or so giving each other a good vaginal workout. It was great, but they had to cut their sex session short so Simone could attend her own family's Thanksgiving dinner.
But Simone didn't leave right away, as she needed some time to recover.
While they both still lay in bed, Heather found herself in a very rare cuddly mood. She curled up to Simone and said with deep conviction, "I really wish you didn't have to go. You know, I realize that I treat you like shit sometimes, but you really mean a lot to me."
"And you do to me."
This was the closest Heather and Simone had ever gotten to declaring their love for each other. Supposedly, they were just "friends with benefits," even though they'd been physically involved with each other for several years now.
Heather clung to Simone even tighter. "You know, there's one thing I'm really scared about. I know how hard it is to go against Alan - he always seems to outsmart us all and just fuck any beautiful girl he wants, as much as he wants, until they're begging for more. But I'm afraid he'll come between us. I'm afraid you'll betray me for the lure of his way-too-tasty cock."
"Don't worry, Heather, I'd never do that. You and I go too far back, all the way to when we were little kids. You're stuck with me, kiddo!" She playfully tickled Heather a bit. "Mind you, I do side, and I will side, with him most of the time, but that's only because I think he's generally right and you're generally wrong, and what he wants really is what's best for you. He's trying to make you into a better person, you know, not just a better lay."
"I know. I realize that he is well meaning, even though he has turned me into his sex toy in the process, and that's why I haven't gone postal every time you side with him. Like this punishment. I have to grudgingly admit that it'll probably do me some good to go without for a little while, as much as I hate the very thought of it. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and all that crap. But I'm afraid that one day you're going to cross the line and truly betray me."
"Heather, I have the same worry about you. You have to admit that you're much deeper in his thrall than I am. Plus, you have to admit that you have more of a history of stabbing people in the back. What if he made you pick, him or me?"
"I'd pick you!" Heather replied earnestly and honestly. "True, it would be horrible having to choose, but when it comes right down to it, you're my only true friend. Other girls in school only pretend to be my friend, but they're just pawns in the game. And my parents are just parents, you know? They're not there for me most of the time. Without you, I'd be lost! Don't leave me!" Heather rolled over and lay on top of Simone, suddenly
reaching all over everywhere at once like a needy octopus. She hugged her with all her might out of emotional need, not physical desire.
They kissed with tremendous passion. They had kissed each other countless times before, but this was different.
When this kiss finally came to an end, Simone looked up and was shocked to see tears leaking from Heather's eyes. And these were not the fake, crocodile tears Heather frequently used as an emotional weapon, but heart-felt
tears.
Simone was genuinely moved. "Don't worry, you're stuck with me," she said reassuringly. "I don't know why I like you so much when you're always so bitchy, but I do. We may both effectively be Alan's sexual playthings now, but that doesn't mean we can't still love each other with all our might. Besides, he's not going to pit us against each other; he's just not that kind of person."
Heather stared at Simone as if she'd just realized that her best friend was a space alien. "You said 'love!'"
Simone hadn't meant to, but now she realized that she had. She instantly regretted it, because Heather frequently dissed love and all that "mushy stuff" as a sign of weakness. Thinking quickly, Simone tried to spin her way out. "I did, didn't I? Well, you know what I mean by that. I don't mean like 'love' love. I mean friendship, that's all."
Deep down, Heather loved all that "mushy stuff," but she was loathe to admit it. She also didn't buy Simone's spin for a minute. Still, she was grateful for the emotional fig leaf. She was all smiles as she said, "I know exactly what you mean! Now, bring those brown sugar lips of yours right here!"
Simone bent down while Heather rose up, and the two of them locked in a steamy and passionate embrace.
Before long, the two of them were still kissing each other - but on their other pair of lips - as they made love to each other with an emotional intensity they'd never shared before.
Normally, Heather just fucked for her own pleasure, but tonight she was making love for both of them.
Simone ended up being quite late to her second Thanksgiving dinner.
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