This choice: Turn Steve into your own slave • Go Back...Chapter #15The Rise of Kendra Saunders by: Seuzz   If Chelsea had put you under any other face ...
If Chelsea hadn't put your own replacement under her control ...
Oh, hell, if Chelsea hadn't decided to be such a controlling bitch after sleeping with you Friday night, you might have been inclined to go along with her.
But three mistakes is at least one too many, even for Chelsea Cooper.
"Yeah, I could use some company," you say, smiling at Patterson. You sit up and pat the mattress.
He sits cross-legged, and you gently push him onto his back. His eyebrows go up expectantly as you straddle his chest. But then, as you reach for his face, he grabs your wrist, hard. "What are you doing?"
"Making things more comfortable for you." He stares at you, but you don't flinch. Instead, you lightly pinch his ear with your free hand. "Just giving you a little ... tweak. To make the experience more ... pleasurable."
He still looks skeptical, and he hangs onto your hand, but he lets you put your other hand to his face. The magic words, uttered three times, followed by a tug--
Shit. He turns to stone, but he's still got a grip on you, and you can't pull yourself free. Breaking his hand off, you're sure, would be a really bad idea, even if you could.
You could put the mask back on him, but he might decide to argue. Instead, since all the supplies are within reach, you just pull your own mask off.
Oh. Oh, ow! That was stupid. Kendra's wrist was slimmer than yours, and now Steve's frozen grip pinches even harder. The pain is such that you don't even pass out as the mask comes off, and it's like hundreds of fish hooks trying to claw your soul out through your face. You slump and twist, and a stab like a hot knife shoots through your shoulder.
Fuck.
Luckily, your right hand is free to clumsily prepare the spell. It's long and tedious work, and before it's done you are terrified that Chelsea will reappear. The hard part is striking the match and dropping it into the upturned mask: you have to grip the match book between your teeth and strike it just under your nose. The flame singes your nose hair.
But it's done: flames briefly dance inside Steve's mask, and you spread the goop around, coating the inside. When it is dry, you set the mask back on Steve.
He come back to life and stares at you, and then with an "Oh, fuck!" he lets go and pushes at you. His face turns very red, for you are still yourself, and are quite naked, and are still sitting on him.
"Hang on, hang on," you laugh, and he freezes--a good sign. A nasty smile curls onto your face. "Fancy meeting you like this," you grin.
"Get off me, you pathetic homo!"
"Oh, you shouldn't have called me that. It gives me an idea," you snicker. "Suck my cock, Patterson."
He face twists in despair and horror, and he swallows hard. But with vast and easily apparent reluctance, he scoots down the mat until his face is close to your extremely flaccid penis. His mouth parts.
"Okay, you can stop. Just testin'." You slap him lightly on the side of the head. "But whose bitch are you? Mine or Chelsea's?"
"Yours," he grimaces. "And it's definitely not a trade up."
"Just let me get Kendra back on." You pick up her mask and are about to put it back on when you remember who you're with. "Wait down in the gym," you order. Grimly, he complies.
* * * * *
"Oh my God, Kendra, what did you do to Steve?" Chelsea says the next morning. All the cheerleaders are in the changing room, getting ready for first-period practice, and she has turned on you with the high-beams and a wide, knowing smile. Furtive glances shoot in your direction as the other eight members respond to Chelsea's loud exclamation. You just dimple back at her, not much liking the attention. "Come on, you can tell us," Chelsea goads you. "Where did you score that love potion?"
The others busy themselves, but you can tell from the silence--broken only the soft sound of clothes sliding on and off gorgeous female flesh--that all ears are turned in your direction.
You turn to Chelsea and throw out your boobs. "Simple. I blew his mind!"
Chelsea's giggle is a loud shriek. But her smile turns metallic as she continues to stare at you, and ice crystals seem to form in her eyes.
Oh, fine, so she wants it to be like that. You pluck at her elbow. "Thanks, Chels," you say in a voice that is low enough to sound like a confidence but strong enough to carry through the room.
Her smile instantly warms, and she gives you a big hug.
Later, after practice: "Nice work," Gloria Rea says as she falls in next to you. "Think you can keep him distracted from the rest of us?"
"I found his soft spot," you reply. "And it's not in his shorts."
The cause of the commotion, of course, is the huge PDA Patterson gave you in the gym before practice. He even swept you off the floor. It certainly appeared convincing--and you played along, though neither you nor Kendra's persona were very eager to participate--and it certainly should have seemed genuine: you spent almost an hour with Patterson yesterday, getting his attitude tweaked to your satisfaction. He is now besotted with Kendra Saunders, and is a loyal ally of the intelligence behind her; and though he will outwardly continue to obey all of Chelsea's commands, he will communicate them secretly to you for confirmation or countermanding. You were also careful enough in your "programming," you think, to avoid giving him the "robotic" appearance that even Kendra had picked up in Gordon's attitude around Chelsea.
But neither is Steve the only one giving you attention. You arrived at school early enough that there weren't many other students on hand, but now it's between periods, and it is very hard not to notice the open stares and casual leers of the male students. Heads turn and mouths open, and grins are hard to miss. You feel very small, what with at least half the student body being significantly taller and bulkier than you, and with that half taking the form of a multi-headed beast ogling you from every direction and perspective. But you feel your assumed persona basking under the interest.
You're soon distracted by other interests, though. There's a jam near the main doors, and you and Gloria are stuck behind Rachel Burton and Anita Nuevo. It's a loud crowd, so the two of them are speaking up; it can't really be eavesdropping if everyone nearby can't help overhearing them. "I sure wouldn't want to go up against Amanda," Rachel is saying.
"That's what I told Deanna," Anita replies. "And if she wants Ricky, she'll have to pry him out of her dead hands."
Gloria jostles you, and you exchange glances.
"It'll be a dirty fight," Rachel continues.
"And for what," snorts Anita. "If Ricky were half as good as Amanda says he is--"
But then the line begins to move, you and Gloria are separated from the other two.
"You really think Deanna's trying to steal Ricky away from Amanda?" Gloria asks when you're free again in the halls.
"That's what it sounds like," you reply. "Major earthquake for sure." You rock-paper-scissors over it, and Gloria wins the right to pass the tidbit on to Chelsea.
* * * * *
Steve is entirely attentive to you during lunch, though he isn't nearly as rambunctious as he had been in the morning. Still, though he's more gentlemanly, he causes enough attention that even Chelsea feels the need to be extra demonstrative with Gordon. She seems unhappy with the competition that she herself had encouraged, for it's with a pinched tone that she speaks to you on the way out of the cafeteria, and her "request" that you meet her at her house that evening is rather peremptory. You anticipate unpleasantness.
Fortunately, you'll be armed with something useful. She demands "intelligence reports" from Kendra and Gloria and Maria--hence your interest in news about Amanda Ferguson and Ricky Golia--and you've got a doozy for her. After school, on your way out to your car, you'd spotted Lin Pol and Yumi Saito. Instead of ignoring you, though, they'd gestured you over. "What's going on between you and Steve?" Yumi had asked over a narrow smile.
"I think it's true love," you reply with pretended bashfulness. You can't help preening, though.
"Is Chelsea really behind it?" Lin asks baldly.
"Well, she set up our magical date--"
"Because she looked pissed at lunch," Lin continues. You shrug weakly.
"If it's for real, you know," Yumi says. "Well, Gordon's only captain because Steve's so loyal to him."
"And you'd make a much better squad captain than Chelsea," Lin adds bluntly.
"What are you suggesting," you ask with a lazy smile.
They glance knowingly at each other. "Snap election?" Yumi says. "Vote of no confidence in Chelsea?"
"Why would I--?" you start with feigned shock.
"We can deliver five votes. Yours is six. If Michelle knows it's coming, that's seven to Chelsea's three."
Of course you'll have to tell Chelsea about this. She'll tell you to play along, to smoke the rebels out. She thinks her control of Patterson could keep it from turning into an actual coup.
Of course, you know different.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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