Backroom Ass
By JF Harker
Copyright 2012 Dominant Other Press
Smashwords Edition
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.
Dumped on Valentine's day?
Her?
Alicia Stevens?
She was Alicia-fucking-Stevens, head cheerleader and Queen of the goddamn school. Literally. She'd been voted queen of the senior prom. She still had the sash and tiara and everything. The underclassmen looked up to her, and her peers both feared and respected her. She could ruin any of her classmate's life with the merest of suggestions, and move them around the social scene like pawns on a chessboard. And now she'd been dumped?
Her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - Duncan had suddenly and abruptly gone gay, along with most of his football teammates. It wasn't the infidelity that bothered her -- they had an arrangement, he had his little flings, she had hers -- it was the scandal and the humiliation that came along with it that she couldn't get over. Already the sly looks and snide chatter had begun. If she didn't manage some sort of damage control, and fast, she'd exit her senior year as a sad joke rather than the brilliant goddess image she'd spent the previous four years carefully cultivating. High school was the most important part of a girl's life, and she would not stand idly by and let everything fall apart!
At first she had tried reasoning with Duncan. He couldn't be gay, she had said, they were supposed to get married and have babies and a nice house and expensive cars! She'd had the whole thing planned out since she was a little girl - find a sweetheart, hook him into marrying her, have babies and an upper-middle class lifestyle leading up to their ten-year high-school reunion where everyone could be rightfully envious of the life that she'd built for herself. Duncan told her that they could still do that stuff, maybe, but he was gay now and she'd have to accept that. Like hell she would!
Next she'd tried spreading counter-rumors that he was still straight. Alicia was a skilled user of the rumor mill, able to use suggestion and innuendo in the right ears to get whatever propaganda she imagined spread throughout the student body. In the past this efficient word of mouth had gotten that geek who sat near her in chemistry arrested (god he smelled) and Mr. Hastings, her algebra teacher, fired (god his tests were hard). She was confident that she could overwhelm Duncan's rampant homosexuality with rumors to the contrary, but despite her well crafted and convincing campaign he kept getting caught sucking dicks in the library or taking a thick cock up the ass in the locker-room.
"It's like you don't even want this fake relationship to work, Duncan!" She'd confronted him about this tearfully. "I can't maintain this illusion of normalcy on my own!"
His response had been succinct and to the point. Tired of living a lie and wanting to ride out the rest of the year on the cocks of the football team he'd simply dumped her. There was no damage control that could cover that up. Already the girls who were petty enough to envy her successes were spreading the rumors of her disgrace, and any minute now her girlfriends would call to offer their condolences -- the bitches. The only thing she could do was try to make the people responsible for it all suffer. Who'd done it, though? Who was responsible?
"Oh god, that's good..." Peter Cross was one of the few straight men left on the football team, and it had been easy to convince him to give her the inside scoop on the transformations. Boys were simple creatures, really - suck a little cock, and they'd give you anything you asked for.
"Mmm hmm?" she asked, bobbing her head perfunctorily. She honestly hated sucking cock -- after she married Duncan it'd be the first thing to go -- but it had its uses.
"Okay so... mmm... so Duncan was all wanting to try out for the Fall play, right, because he wanted to bang that Delilah drama club bitch--"
"Mmm mom mmm ma mmm maa?" she asked, mouth full of cock.
"Yeah, the one with the nice ass. God, you have a nice ass. Keep sucking. Okay, so he doesn't get the part and she gives him a major public dis."
She nodded, drawing her head back to barely tickle the tip of Peter's cock with her tongue. She knew that part -- it had been all over the school, the sick burn that one of the drama kids had lay down upon one of the jocks. Disgraceful.
"Ahh ha ha. Ha. So I heard that he tried to prank some shit to get back his honor or whatever, only they caught him. Maintenance found him tied up bare-ass in the auditorium and the next day he was gay as hell. Sucking all the dicks, grabbing asses, all that. A bunch of the guys couldn't resist the allure of his sweet ass and they all decided to go gay too."
The thought of Duncan's sweet ass was too much for Peter and he felt himself reaching climax. He grabbed Alicia's head and forced it down onto her cock, spearing her throat as his cock erupted with torrent after torrent of thick semen right down her gullet. Well used to being treated roughly by Duncan and his friends she relaxed like a pro and took every inch easily.
The drama club! Of course! They had to be the source of the insidious gay plague sweeping through the school. That actress, Delilah, was goth, too. That probably meant that she was a witch, too, and had put a curse on Duncan to turn him gay. If there was one thing she had learned from the Disney Princesses as a girl, it was that the only way to break a witch's curse was to get her to take it back.
She daintily cleaned the cum off of her lips, left Peter behind the bleachers, and left for the mall. It was the weekend so she didn't think she'd be able to corner Delila at school -- besides, she'd have all her drama club cronies around as well. She knew the actress worked at a Gothic boutique, though, and a quick hand-job got a mall security guy to let her into the back hallways connecting the stores' delivery entrances. It certainly wouldn't do to have anyone see the Queen of the School actually go into a trashy goth clothing store!
Alicia made her way through the mall's back corridors to the boutique's back door and gave it an impatient knock. Delilah opened it after a few minutes.
The cheerleader had to admit that there was a certain dark beauty to the goth girl. She was tall -- almost six feet tall -- and slender, with delicate features. Her pale skin was accented with lavender mascara and a light blush, and her hair was midnight dark. The clothing boutique's liberal dress code had her wearing a short black-and-red vinyl skirt and corset combination under a black leather halter.
"The fuck are you doing here?" Delila asked, clearly taken aback at Alicia's presence. She glanced up and down the hall.
"You turned my Duncan gay!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I know you used your witch powers to turn him into a faggot. You'd better undo your gay curse!"
Delila just stared at her in shock and disbelief. "If you're at all serious that's incredibly offensive."
"What's offensive is you using black magic on my boyfriend!"
"Get the fuck out of here."
Alicia stamped her foot in anger. "Not until you change Duncan back to the way he was!"
"I didn't do a damn thing to your boyfriend. And it's homophobic as fuck to think that anyone "changed him" gay. I hear that the tech crew ran a train on him and that he fucking loved it."
"It can't be homophobic," Alicia retorted with indignation, "because I'm bisexual!"
"You're not fucking bisexual."
"I am too. Just last weekend I was making out with Susana at the club."