[Chapter 1268-1270 ~ 6500 Words]
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Alan looked around the Pestridge house living room. He almost had to pinch himself, because he could scarcely believe what he saw. There, in one room, sat Heather, Glory, Susan, Suzanne, Amy, Katherine, and Simone, while Christine stood in front of the others. He was intrigued at the spacing, which was loaded with meaning and territorial politicking. Amy sat right next to him, because she was the only one who didn't have to hide her relationship with him from anyone. Glory, by contrast, sat a good distance away from him, and far away from Heather. Susan was with Suzanne, trying to stay far away from both Heather and Christine and yet not be obvious about it. And so it went around the room.
He was also amazed at the sheer quantity and quality of female beauty in the room. Virtually every single woman had dressed conservatively, even Heather, so as to not be accused of being slutty by any of the others. Yet at the same time, they were all dressed to impress. There was a definite competitive mood in the air. The whole group - except for Alan in his usual shorts and T-shirt - could have been instantly transported to a high-class party and would not look out of place.
Alan considered that it was a lucky thing that they'd all arrived pretty much right on the dot, probably also to impress. He'd had nightmarish visions of having to entertain, say, Christine and Heather together, while the others slowly trickled in. However, while that had gone smoothly, he had big worries that they all could be civil to each other through the meeting. After the meeting was another big question mark. He hoped there was no time for people to stay and socialize. There was too much that could go wrong.
He was already wishing he could have had an orgasm before coming to the meeting. Just looking at the fully dressed women was giving him a pulsing hard-on. He looked at Susan, all dolled up with earrings, delicately rouged cheeks, and lipstick, plus a dress that made her look like she'd just stepped out of church, and recalled the way those ruby red lips of hers had been sliding back and forth over his erection while Amy literally rubbed her wet pussy on top of her head, less than half an hour earlier. He idly wondered if Susan's hair still smelled like pussy or if she'd managed to shampoo that out.
Too aroused to stand up and show off the bulge in his shorts, Alan cleared his throat and said, "Thank you all for coming. I have to admit that I basically don't know if I'm coming or going most of the time. The one who has been really on the ball about this threat we're here to discuss, and what we should be doing about it, is Christine. So, without further ado, Christine, why don't you stand up in front of the group and give us the latest?"
Christine stood up and walked to the area in the front of the room where everyone was facing. She was tense but had her act together as she started to speak. "Thank you, Alan. Everyone in this room is a friend of Alan in one way or another. As you all know, he is in danger, due to some jealous thugs who hate him. We've heard rumors that Amy and Katherine could be in danger as well, though we don't know that for sure. Frankly, any one of us in this room could be in danger, simply because we're his friends. These thugs have ruled the school like a personal fiefdom for too long and it's high time their abuse of power comes to an end!"
The whole group broke into applause. Christine was a very charismatic and articulate speaker, and she'd already gotten over her initial nervousness.
Alan was already musing that she had the makings to become a successful politician. However, his eyes rarely made it up to her face since she was pacing back and forth in agitation, which kept her huge breasts in constant motion underneath her blouse. He knew other people were looking at him from time to time, but he couldn't stop staring at her or grinning.
Christine continued, "As most of you know, Alan asked me to serve as his bodyguard and I gladly accepted. I have some martial arts training that could slow these thugs down. Others - I'm thinking especially of Sean and Simone - have also expressed interest in guarding Alan, and their offers are certainly appreciated. But none of us can protect him 24 hours a day, and even if we are there to help we're likely to be very outnumbered. Remember, our intelligence suggests..."
Christine went on and on and on, or at least it seemed that way to Alan. For almost everyone else, they knew some things Christine was saying and didn't know others. But Alan knew it all, at least this introductory material. He found himself spacing out.
He looked around the room. Man, I never thought I'd see the day with all these women in one room. I've fuckin' had sex with ALL of them, except for Christine! That just totally blows my mind. I mean, Hugh Hefner in his prime would be blown away by these gals. And it's funny what each of them knows, or think they know, about the others. Poor Christine. She's the biggest gossip and yet she's the most clueless one here. Thank the Lord she knows nothing about the incest...
His eyes remained open and seemingly alert but his mind went into daydream mode.
In his dream, Susan suddenly stood up, interrupting Christine.
Christine reluctantly called on her. "Yes, Mrs. Plummer?"
"Sorry for interrupting; you're doing a fine job. But it occurred to me, well, heck, let's basically call this what it is. We're Alan's harem. Well, except for you Christine; you have yet to be properly dicked. But Alan has obviously tamed you mentally just the same as us, so I already consider you a provisional member."
Christine's face had turned white and she stared at Susan in pure horror. "Excuse me?!"
"It's cute how you deny it. I'm sure Alan loves that. But I was thinking, as his harem, what on Earth are we doing just sitting here when he has a raging boner about to pop out of his shorts? Whatever happened to the good ol' tradition of penis tending, or even stealth stroking?"
Christine was still staring in complete disbelief. "Excuse me, but, Mrs. Plummer, are you implying that you... have... sex..."
"With my son, yes." Susan finished the sentence for her in a proud matter-of-fact tone, since Christine was having such trouble speaking. "While the newest member of our gang is still coming to grips with that, who wants to be the first penis tender?" She raised her own hand.
Amy's hand shot straight up, and then Heather's. There was a pause, but then Suzanne, Simone, and Glory all looked at each other and raised their hands together.
Christine exclaimed as her jaw hit the floor, "Ms. Rhymer! I suspected, but... Good Lord! And you, Mrs. Pestridge?! But you're Amy's mother!"
Then Katherine raised her hand.
"Katherine?!" Christine was agog. "No! You too?! I thought you were my friend!"
"I am. But resistance is useless. Don't worry though; you're gonna love it!"
Christine staggered to the nearest empty chair and collapsed into it. It looked like her brain had hit overload, so she was taking a mental time-out to deal with the shock.
Meanwhile, Susan was taking charge of penis tending. "Okay. Just as I figured; everybody wants a turn. We should double up to spread the fun around. But I don't want to interrupt Christine's lovely speech with a long selection process. Since we have an unusual mix of Alan's tit slaves here today, why don't we have, say, Simone and Susan share cock-tending duties first? Oopsies, that includes me!" She giggled. "Does that sound agreeable to everybody? ... Good. Simone, since you're in front of strangers, you may decide to keep your clothes on, but I don't mind. I think I'll just get myself a bit more comfortable."
The room was silent while Susan pulled her blouse and bra off. Then Simone and Susan took their positions. Alan stood up to give them better access.
Susan went on, "Now, sorry for the interruption, everybody. I'll just... Mmmm! ... Start licking here a little bit... Mmmm! Yum! ... Back to you, Christine; the floor is all yours... Christine? Christine? Could somebody get her some water? She doesn't look so good."
In the real world, Alan had a great big smile on his face as he pictured Christine staring with a mixture of horror, lust, awe, and envy at Simone and Susan lapping up the sides of his rigid pole. Somehow, in his dream, she was no longer across the room, but kneeling right in front of his erection, staring with even greater fascination as a female hand pushed her head closer and closer...
But then he refocused his eyes on the real Christine. He realized that she was staring back at him with an odd look in her eyes.
Damn! How long have I been out of it? I think this is the time for the expression "Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face" to come into play. I must look like a grinning idiot from where Christine is standing. Have I been missing something important? I need to get serious and tune in. This whole meeting is for MY benefit!
To Alan's relief, he realized that he still knew everything Christine was talking about. He decided that he'd only been "gone" a couple of minutes at most.
But unfortunately, his daydream only made the situation with his penis that much worse. And to think, just an hour or two ago I was telling Amy that blue balls are no big deal. This is a big deal! Major blue balls. This sucks, man! And what really sucks is that I can't look anywhere without getting totally horny. I suppose I could stare at the ceiling or the floor, but that would be rude. And I can't just sneak off to the bathroom and take care of it myself because Mom would know somehow, and then she'll have a "sins of Onan" heart attack. Too bad we can't really have a penis tender at this meeting. That would be so great.
He forced himself to pay attention to Christine, even though he was easily distracted. One thing he noticed was a greater and greater sense of hostility coming from Heather. When Heather had arrived, she looked fresh as a daisy and was nothing but smiles and good manners. She hadn't spoken much yet except to raise the occasional question, but she was obviously chafing from having to play second fiddle to Christine.
He thought, Worse, she's squirming around more and more, like that chair is really uncomfortable. Oh, I know what's causing that. Oh no. She's probably annoyed at the "no anal" ban I gave her yesterday. That's so cool - she's literally feeling the neglect of her ass! But what bad timing; that's gonna put her in an extra pissy mood.
Somehow, the conversation turned to the "Goody-goodies" and the "Blondies". It had to be explained to a couple of people that those were the "intelligence agencies" of sorts for Christine and Heather, respectively.
Heather was happy because that allowed her to show off how she could be useful. When Christine said, "the best intelligence suggests that these eight thugs..." Heather saw her chance to steal the spotlight.
She stood up and said, "Excuse me, Christine, but did you say eight? I think that illustrates right there the relative merits of our respective networks. My sources have just confirmed that not one, but TWO members of Ryan's gang have dropped out within the last two hours, thanks to the pressure I've brought to bear on them. Both Graham and Van are no longer a concern, I'm happy to say. And if you leave it up to me, I'll have the rest of his pathetic bunch crying for their mommies in a matter of days."
Christine was taken aback and more than a little irritated that Heather had outdone her on this. But she quickly recovered and kept her cool. "Very well. That's good news, certainly. However, six on two or three are still not good odds. Furthermore, if what she says is true, Ryan may sense that his group is losing cohesion and that he needs to strike sooner rather than later. I'm afraid that in the short term, that news only increases Alan's danger."
Heather was forced to sit back down.
Happy to have the initiative again, Christine continued, "Which leads me to the two purposes of this meeting. First off, today's football game, which starts shortly, is a golden opportunity for Ryan to cause mischief. Due to Heather's unique, er, management of the cheerleading squad, the squad is woefully short on substitutes. Therefore-"
Heather stood up again in an angry huff. "Excuse me! I have not mismanaged the squad. Au contraire! The reason the squad only has one extra-"
Now Glory stood up and cut her off. "Heather, I'm sure you could pontificate at length on why you're supposedly capable of running the squad. But Christine here has important things to say. Please let her finish."
This was the first time that Glory had spoken. She'd been forcing herself to stay quiet because she feared what she might say if she opened her mouth. She disliked Christine because she saw her as competition for Alan's affections, but she absolutely loathed Heather with a passion. Sure enough, she'd let that "supposedly capable" slip out without meaning to. She knew that certainly wasn't the way a teacher was supposed to behave, even outside of school, so she resolved to keep quiet.
Heather's patience had been wearing increasingly thin, especially since she'd been spending more of the meeting thinking about her "anal neglect" and punishment than listening to the others speak. But Glory's comment was an unexpected blow and pushed her over the edge. She shot a nasty look at Glory. "How DARE you! We're not at school and so you're not a teacher right now, but just another person. Might I-"
Simone interrupted. "Hey! Excuse me. I know we have some personality conflicts in this group. But please, everyone, try to be civil. Right now, Christine has the floor. If someone else wants to speak, raise your hand. Christine, please continue."
Simone rolled her eyes. She felt a bit out of place at the meeting, but she was there largely to try to keep some sort of rein on Heather. It was a role she knew all too well.
Christine graciously nodded to Simone before continuing. "Now, as I was saying, regardless of who's to blame for the small number of cheerleaders, the squad can't afford to have both Amy and Katherine missing for the same game. So they might as well both attend. Safety in numbers. The rest of us should escort them to and from the field, keep an eye on them during the game, be near them at halftime, and escort them safely away after the game. Getting there and back is really the big danger. But with our numbers, and even though most of us are females who don't have a clue how to really defend ourselves or anyone else" - that came off unusually harshly because Christine was staring right at Heather as she said it, and she intended those words just for her - "I think we should be fine. Of course Sean and I and a couple of others will be with Alan at all times, so there should be no problem there."
Alan raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Christine, don't you think you're making too big a deal about this? I mean, I appreciate your excellent efforts and all, but you're making this out to be some kind of military operation. We're just going to a football game. It's not that big a deal."
"Not that big a deal? Forgive me if I'm too harsh, but I think you've been blissfully ignorant of school politics. You don't even know there's a war going on at school, every single day. You're not involved in the power struggle, so why should you care? But now you're seen as a threat, so you ARE part of the struggle. The people who rise to the top of the pecking order are absolutely ruthless and sometimes even downright evil." Christine was deliberately staring at Heather as she said this. She was glad to get in a dig that only Heather, Simone and maybe Glory would get.
Or so she thought. Suzanne had been completely silent because she was devoting all her attention to observing. She'd noticed for instance that every single female was casting occasional lusty glances in Alan's direction, except for Katherine and Susan. To her pleasant surprise, she'd noticed that neither mother nor daughter had so much as looked in Alan's direction. And she was generally the only other one to notice when Christine, Glory, and Heather made subtle, and sometimes completely nonverbal, digs at each other.
Christine continued, "I've seen what Ryan has done to others who got in his way. Are you familiar with any of those episodes?"
"Um... No," Alan reluctantly admitted.
Simone piped up. "I'm not surprised you don't know, because he's clever. He doesn't just up and beat you up in the middle of school for all to see. He does it in a way that doesn't leave tracks."
Christine nodded in agreement. "That's why we can't just sit around and wait for him to make his move. Which leads me to my second main point."
Susan raised her hand. Christine called on her and she asked, "Sorry for interrupting, but just what did Ryan do, before?"
Christine replied, "Well, he's not totally power hungry, like some people at school." She didn't have to look at Heather or raise her voice for emphasis, because she knew that Heather knew that comment was directed at her. "But he rules a powerful clique, and he crushes those who get in his way."
Simone added, "She's right. I know these guys all too well. There was this one boy last year who reported to a teacher that one of Ryan's friends had cheated on a test. We don't know what happened exactly, but that boy missed a week of school not long thereafter, and when he came back he still had some bruises here and there. He was absolutely terrified to talk about Ryan or certain other people, and never said a peep. But things like that happen. It's rough out there."
Christine nodded, pleasantly surprised to have Simone supporting her. "Alan is blissfully ignorant, even though he's already been assaulted on more than one occasion."
Alan glanced over at Glory, and felt a chilling tingle creep up his spine at seeing her nod ever so slightly, confirming for him that what these girls were saying was, in fact, the truth.
"Okay, okay, fine," he said. "I just think... Let's not make too big a deal about this, okay? I mean, three months from now, are we still going to be holding meetings like this and planning where to go every day, like we're some kind of special forces team? It just seems over the top."
Christine said, "You bring up a good point, which is that people don't remain vigilant for long. An excellent point, in fact."
Heather muttered derisively, "Suck up." She cupped her hands around her mouth and projected her voice in the hopes that Christine would hear that but the others wouldn't.
Christine pretended not to notice. "As far as vigilance goes, I think time is on Ryan's side. How long do we want to live in fear, if this thing keeps going? Which again brings me back to my second point: we can't just sit around and wait for him to attack! We must strike first!"
Heather ostentatiously rolled her eyes and mumbled just loud enough for Christine to hear, "Talk about power-hungry! Little Hitler is on the march."
But Christine ignored that too, instead saying, "Here's what I suggest. At a minimum, we implement our defensive strategy and get everyone back from the game without incident. But at the same time, we keep our eyes open for a chance to go on the offensive. We need to trip up Ryan. Rock is already out of the picture, and without either of their leaders, the group will wither on the vine..."
Christine then launched into an elaborate plan based on the old truism, "A good offense is the best defense." The gist of it was to lure Ryan's gang into a trap and get them to play their hand too early on disadvantageous terms. It was a highly complicated plan because Christine had thought out all kinds of contingencies. If Ryan and his gang did one thing, that would lead to one branch of options, and if he did another that would lead to a completely different branch of options. Then the first branch would branch still further based on additional variables at the next decision point, and so on.
Alan was highly impressed with Christine's logical mind, just as the others were (except for Heather, who would concede nothing to her enemy). But he wondered how her plan could possibly work unless it was implemented by a whole squad of Christine clones who were able to memorize its every last detail in order to be on the same page for any given contingency.
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