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Oliver
It’s intermission, so the guys and I leave the girls to head out to pee.
“You two were amazing,” Ben says, as we wash our hands.
“That was all Emmy,” I grin. It really was, she made the whole song into perfection. Her voice is like an angel’s. I could listen to her sing all day. There’s something about her voice that just makes me feel safe and loved.
“Dude, it takes a lot to make me cry, but when Emmy was singing “Halo”, fuck, I was about to break down like a little bitch,” Talon laughs.
“Shit man, I know what you mean. When she was looking at me while singing, it took everything I had not to bawl like a baby. Charlie was blubbering with snot and everything, it was pretty adorable,” I laugh too. “I did have tears in my eyes though.”
“You could actually feel just how powerful her feelings for us are. It was like we could experience everything she was feeling for us. We need to get her to start singing more,” Ben says, drying his hands.
We all nod in agreement and exit the bathroom. When we turn the corner on our way back into the gym, one of Brittany's mindless little plastic bitches stops us. What’s her name? Karen, Kathy.. Fuck, I dont know. And I don’t really fucking care.
“What do you want?” I growl.
She looks at me, fear making her eyes glisten with a sheen of uncertainty. “Look, I don't want to cause any trouble, I just want to give you something,” she stammers.
Tilting my head to the side, I cock a brow. “Well...?” I drawl, already over talking to her.
“Oh right, here,” she says, handing me a phone. “Just press play.”
We all gather closer to see the screen and press play. It looks like a homemade video recorded on a camera phone and starts with a man talking. I can’t see him clearly, but I can see Brittany. She’s dressed in a skimpy skirt and crop top, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I recognize the voice as Mr. Reed’s. At first, I think it's just one of Brittany's therapy sessions, but then I see Mr. Reed come into view with his cock in his hand. Yeah, definitely not a therapy session but after watching the rest, therapy is exactly what I'm going to need.
“Oh. My. God.” Talon says, shuddering, after the video ends.
“I think I'm gonna be sick,” Ben groans, looking green, like he’s seconds away from puking.
“Fuck, I could happily have gone my whole life without seeing this,” I say, looking at Brittany’s friend. “Why are you showing us this?” I ask, handing her back the phone.
“Look, Brittany and I are not as close as you think, and I know you all hate her, so I’ve been looking for something you could use to get back at her for all the crappy things she’s done to everyone, not just you and your friends. This is the perfect opportunity to do that. Play this during her performance in front of the whole school and it’s guaranteed to destroy her. Her father is in the audience with a talent scout from a prestigious performing arts school. This video will sabotage any chance she has at going to her dream school and ruin her relationship with her father.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Why would you give us this to use against your friend, even if you're not “close” anymore?” I ask.
Her eyes grow dark. “Apparently that stupid whore has been fucking my boyfriend behind my back for months! I'm sick of her shit. She’s a crappy friend, a back stabbing slut and I'm done with her. She made the recording herself to blackmail Mr. Reed. She was bragging about it, like she was actually proud of what she did, but I don’t have a reason to protect her anymore. She deserves to go down after what she did to me, so I stole it from her when she wasn’t paying attention,” she says furiously. She reaches into her pocket and hands over a USB stick. “I made a copy. Do it, make her pay!” she says before turning away and heading back into the gym.
Talon blows out a breath and runs his hands through his hair. “So, what do we do now?” he asks.
“Well, boys, we’ve just been given a golden ticket. Text Felicity and ask her to meet us out here. We’ll need her help. I think it’s time for a little movie night,” I say with a wicked grin.
Talon
THAT VIDEO IS ONE OF the most revolting things I’ve ever seen, but fuck if I’m not excited to play it for the whole school. Brittany may be a bitch but trust me, karma is an even bigger one. I can't wait to see this cunt go down and finally get what she deserves.
The guys and I eventually make it back to our seats, leaving Felicity backstage getting everything set up. The girl is a genius with any tech and can do things most people can’t even imagine doing with just her cell phone, so I know she’s got this. There’s a projector attached to the gym roof, because the gym is used as an auditorium regularly, and that is easily accessible for presentations. With her tech skills, it’ll be a piece of cake.
I take Felicity's seat next to Emmy while the guys take their seats next to me. Charlie and Emmy look over at us. “What took you guys so long?” Emmy whispers.
“And what did you want with Felicity? Where is she?” Charlie asks.
“There was a tech issue that the teachers asked her to help with. She’s doing something real quick, but she will be back,” I grin, and apparently they don’t fully believe me, still having their suspicions, because they’re looking at me like they know I'm up to something. Giving them a wink, I chuckle quietly, relaxing back in my seat, ready for the show.
“And next up is Brittany Lockheart, who will be performing a dance number,” Mr. Tucker announces.
Excited, I look over at the guys, who already have the same sly grins on their faces that match mine.
Brittany starts gyrating around on stage, dancing way more sexually than what’s appropriate for a school event, but that’s not really a surprise. As the middle of the song nears, I start to get all giddy like a fucking kid in a candy store. This is gonna be good!
Suddenly, the music cuts off. Brittany freezes and looks around, wondering what is going on, clearly confused about why they cut her dance short. The black curtain drops behind her and the projector starts up. The video starts off black, as if someone is blocking the camera. The view wiggles a little, showing a closeup of Brittany’s face as she angles what I assume is her phone into the position she wants. You see Brittany turn around and take a seat on a couch. This is easily recognizable, as it’s the couch facing Mr. Reed's desk in his office located on campus. The video cuts to another scene and that's when the audio starts up.
“Brittany, I can't just make up false reports. What you're asking me to do, it’s a lot,” Mr. Reed says.
Brittany shifts on the couch and widens her legs enough to make her skirt ride up, showing off the fact that she is not wearing any underwear. This gives Mr. Reed a clear view of her vag, while also staying in view of the camera. The whole gym gasps.
“I'm sure there is something I could do to convince you otherwise, Sir,” she purrs, as she reaches down and starts touching herself. She pauses, and we hear the creak of a chair and footsteps as he walks around his desk, but he doesn’t come into view of the camera just yet.
“Brittany, are you willing to do what we discussed in trade for this very big favor you are asking of me?” Mr. Reed’s husky voice comes out more clearly now.
“Oh Mr. Reed, I was willing before. I just needed to see how much you would do for me before I said yes,” Brittany responds in a cocky way.
“Give me a second to text him, and we will get started,” Mr. Reed says back to her. You hear a light thump before Mr. Reed swaggers into view. Brittany stands, as he reaches her, and goes to wrap her arms around his neck.
Growling, he removes her arms and, while still holding onto them, he says, “Don’t kiss me. And don't call me Sir, I’m your Daddy now, bitch.” Mr. Reed yanks on her tube top, bringing it down to her stomach and freeing her tits. Once on her knees, she goes to remove his belt and undoes his pants.
He whips out his dick before saying, “Now, suck Daddy’s big fat cock and I’ll give you any grade you want, My Little Slut,” he coos, while he strokes his shriveled old man dick a couple of times as he abruptly grabs her chin. He squeezes her jaw, causing it to open wide, so he can roughly shove his penis inside. I cringe a little, not only at the way he’s talking to or treating her, but also at the fact that his balls look like shriveled old prunes.
She opens her mouth and removes him to moan, “Yes, Daddy, give your little whore that fat cock,” but it sounds forced. She must be really desperate if she's willing to do something as sick as this to get what she wants.
Taking the back of her head, he grips her hair and drives his dick back into her mouth. She gags and chokes, as he forcefully proceeds to fuck her face. It’s so fucking nasty to watch but it’s also kinda funny. His penis is so small that it keeps falling out of her mouth, so all you see are flashes of dick flopping around and hear the sloppy wet sounds of it mostly just mashing against her mouth.
I hear more gagging but that's not coming from the video. Looking over, I see Emmy and Charlie watching with horrified expressions. Emmy holds a hand over her mouth, like she's trying to keep back vomit. I feel kind of bad for not warning her, but it's also pretty fucking funny. But sadly, it will only get worse.
Turning back to the screen, I see the video has cut again, and now Mr. Grear has joined the party. “Glad you could make it. We were just getting started,” Mr. Reed says, walking back into view with Mr. Grear, the fired gym teacher, following right behind him.
“I knew you were a dirty whore,” Mr. Grear states, as he helps Brittany off her knees before spinning her around and bending her over the arm of the couch. He grabs the sides of her skirt, tugging it off with jerky movements and throwing it off to the side. Not wasting any more time, he drops his pants and produces another gross, old man dick. “We don't have a lot of time, so I'm gonna make this hard and fast,” he says, using his hand to get himself hard before rubbing his cock over her vag. This escalated fast. The video hasn’t even played for more than a minute max, and already she’s having a threesome with two teachers.
Brittany opens her mouth, but before she is given the chance to answer, Mr. Reed barges his way back inside her mouth. He grabs her hair again for balance, as he rocks back and forth with one knee on the couch and one foot planted on the ground. Mr. Grear enters her from behind with no warning or warm up and goes to town.
Brittany gasps in surprise around Mr. Reed’s dick, causing him to groan out, “Oh fuck yes,” as he closes his eyes. When they open back up, he asks, “You like this, you slutty little cunt, don’t you?” Brittany moans her agreement and tries to nod her head, which only makes more low moans fall from Mr. Reed’s mouth.
“Shit man, young pussy always feels so good and tight,” Mr. Grear tells Mr. Reed, while viciously pumping in and out of her. His dick keeps falling out and it's just sad how small they are.
“That's it, you dirty little bitch, take Daddy’s big cock, choke on it!” Mr. Reed growls. She gags, slurps, and chokes on his cock, while pushing back into Mr. Grear. “Fuck, I’m close,” Mr. Grear says, as he speeds up. With one last thrust into her, he makes these awkward grunts of pleasure.
After a few more seconds, they both pull away from her. Mr. Reed removes his hand from her hair, shoving her back to the floor, while he jacks himself off a few times with his other hand. He grabs her jaw like before and cums, getting only some in her mouth while most of it ends up all over her face. He lets out this high pitched girly moan that just adds to the fucked up factor. This is really disgusting to watch but at least none of them lasted very long.
I hear gasps of outrage and revulsion coming from all around the room and people are calling for it to be stopped, having seen more than enough. I almost feel a little bad, after all there might be kids here too. I see teachers running towards the control room for the projector. Luckily, Felicity just arrived back, taking my old seat.
“Stay down there, dirty girl, Daddy’s not done with you yet. Keep that mouth open real wide." Then he, no joke, starts pissing. Just seconds after that the teachers are finally able to cut the video feed. Felicity had it set up using Bluetooth and controlled it all from backstage so that she could also drop the back curtain, but that’s why it took longer than normal before the teachers figured out how to shut it down manually. You know how old people are with technology.
The whole gym breaks out in an uproar of voices, a few even stand up to leave.
Brittany stands pale as a ghost, just shaking, off to the side of the screen that showed her performance, and she looks like she's about to barf. Mr. Reed gets up and bolts it out of the gym, followed by a very pissed Mr. Tucker, who looks like he's about to go all “Hulk” on his ass.
“What the fuck was that?” Emmy whispers, her eyes still wide. Okay, now I feel really bad because I feel like a lot of people are gonna be pretty traumatized by this.
“That was karma doing what she does best,” I can’t help snicker in spite of myself.
Charlie turns to me. “You knew this video was going to be shown?”
“Who do you think set it up?” I say, pretty proud of myself.
“Actually, it was Felicity who got it set up to play, we just gave her the video,” Ben says, looking haunted by the whole thing. I think it's gonna be awhile before he lets me cum on his face without thinking of this video, if ever. Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.
We hear people shouting, and our attention turns to Brittany, who is begging and pleading with her very furious and disgusted father. “But Daddy, it's not what it looks like,'' she cries. Her father cringes visibly at her words.
“Don't you ever call me that again. You're out of control and an embarrassment to this family. What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought we put stuff like this in the past, that's why I sent you here to begin with!” he bellows.
“He forced me!” she cries, and that's such an obvious lie because she definitely wasn't trying to stop it. In fact, the video proves that she was the one initiating the whole thing and she clearly enjoyed it.
“All this for a better grade, Brittany?! For fuck’s sake, I could have gotten you a damn tutor!”
They continue to argue, but eventually police officers escort her out of the gym with her father following behind.
“Really?” Emmy asks, standing there looking pissed. Her arms are crossed and her face looks so adorable, all scrunched up.
“What?” Oliver asked. “Don't tell me you feel bad for that psychopath?!” he accuses.
“What you did, makes us just as bad as her. You didn’t have to go as far as showing something like that to the whole school,” Emmy says, not sounding very impressed about the little home movie that was just shown. “I wanted revenge, but not like that. And what about everyone in that room. I know for sure none of them wanted to see any of that. Also I hope you guys know that I won't be sucking anyone's cock anytime soon after that.” She shivers. “Not until I can get that disturbing image out of my head.”
We all groan, realizing we kinda just screwed ourselves over a little. But it was still worth it. NO way will Brittany be allowed to come back here after that.
Oliver signs. “You’re right firefly, but I’m not sorry we did it. She needed to be brought down, and now she will no longer be a problem.”
Emmy gives him a death glare, but says nothing.
We all exit the gym and go out into the main lobby. “I can't believe I was ever in a room alone with Mr. Reed. Sitting on that couch. God, the man knows all my personal feelings and shit. I feel violated. What the hell is up with this school and perverted teachers?” Emmy questions, sounding like she can't believe any of this is for real
“You!” Brittany suddenly screeches from where she's standing by the front entrance of the building. “This is all your fault!” she yells, pointing at Emmy, who looks taken aback.
“Me? What the hell did I do?” Emmy says, confused and shocked.
“I don't know how, but you're behind this, I just know you are,” Brittany seethes. The officers grab her arms, keeping her from making her way over to us.
“Look, don’t blame me because you’re dumb as hell and feel the need to fuck old man cocks to get good grades. I sure as hell didn't make you do any of that raunchy ass shit in that video, nor was I the one stupid enough to record it,” Emmy says with so much sass that I'm actually getting turned on.
“Why, you little bitch!” Brittany screeches, as she tries to lunge at Emmy. The officers restrain her, but she fights like crazy to get free. “I’m gonna kill you!” she yells. “You should have drowned when I pushed your ass out of that boat! You didn't deserve to be saved! You're lucky your little freak of a boyfriend was there to save you from getting a burned up, mutilated face because that vial was meant for you!” Brittany yells, as she keeps blurting out shit that she denied and got away with this year. “You ruined everything! Oliver should have been MINE. I deserve everything, and your trailer trash ass deserves nothing!”
“That’s enough, Miss Lockheart. You are hereby immediately expelled from Emerald Lake Prep. Officers, please get her off the premises,” Mr. Tucker says, sighing like this whole day aged him ten years.
She thrashes and kicks as the officers drag her out of the building. Mr. Tucker quickly apologizes to Emmy for not believing her before.
We head back to the girls’ room and Felicity and Miles meet us there, and everyone decides to just crash after a very eventful night.
We all spend the last day of school eating junk and talking.
The next day we pack up our rooms to leave for the summer. It’s bittersweet having to leave. I don't want to go home. I don't want to be around my asshole father and my spineless mother. At least I’ll have Ben to spend my time with. But I’m gonna miss Emmy like crazy. The idea of leaving her for the summer makes me sick to my stomach and my heart break.
Our parents come to pick us up and Emmy is going back to spend summer with her foster parents. After the cars are packed, we say our goodbyes. Emmy breaks down in sobs. “I'm gonna miss you,” she cries, talking to Charlie, Ben and I. “I’m gonna miss you so fucking much,” she sniffs, as she wipes her nose with her sleeve. It’s kinda gross, but who am I to tell that to an emotional woman. I like my balls where they are, thank you very much.
“I know, Baby Girl, but we will video chat every day and text all the time. The summer will go by fast, okay?” I try to reassure her, cupping her face. Wiping her eyes with my own sleeve, boogers be damned, I kiss her hard and raw. She is panting by the time I'm done, and then Ben takes over doing the same thing, followed by Charlie, leaving Emmy with her mouth all red and swollen. My heart is shattering into pieces. I hate seeing Emmy like this. I know it’s not the end of the world, but we just spent a whole year seeing each other all day, everyday. It’s gonna be an adjustment for all of us.
Amy comes over and coddles a shaking Emmy away from a now crying Charlie, and she walks her over to their car.
Charlie refuses to look at anyone, as she stomps over to her father’s car, gets in, and slams the door.
I say a less sad goodbye to Ben, knowing I’ll see him in a few days. He heads over to his parents with tears in his eyes at Emmy’s reaction to her having to leave us. Oliver left before anyone else, so we said our goodbyes in our room. He left with Tyson, who had to head back early for some MC stuff that needed taken care of.
Standing there, I watch all my people drive away and my chest fills with dread. “Get your ass in gear, boy!” my father snaps. “We don't have all day!” He won't meet my eye. The fucker knows I’ll beat his ass again if pushed. I don't care if it adds to my probation. I won't sit back and be his punching bag anymore. I haven't been for years and I intend to keep it that way.