I felt my frown forming. She was advocating the exact thing I did not want to do. "I will not fight them back," I stated with as much conviction as I could. "Not like that. And certainly not by escalating. I don't know if you noticed, but they are three of the most popular girls in school. Trying to fight them back will simply get me punished instead of them. They can escalate faster and harder than I can."
She chuckled. She was chuckling at me being serious. "Sorry," she said between chuckles, "It's just that you are selling yourself so short that it's funny." My frowned deepened. "Look Taylor, you are a smart girl. Far smarter that the three little hags combined. You are thinking on fighting the same way they do, where they have the home advantage. No, you need to fight on your own terms, your own game. Something that they will not be able to got to the teachers to. Something that it's so alien to them they will not be able to react to."
I felt my frown lessen. Half of it at least. "I'm listening."
"Of course you are." She looked pensive for a moment before she continued, "You want to know why I got picked on?" I felt my eyebrows jump up in interest. "I was short. Like oompa-loompa short." It was my turn to snort. I could see it, actually. If I stood completely straight, her eye level would be parallel to my collarbone. She rolled her eyes, but the amused smirk remained. "Yes, laugh it up. But anyway, everybody thought it was funny to call me baby names and the like. It was humiliating, really. Nobody ever took me seriously. They even did that thing where they would take by backpack and play catch with it while I jumped uselessly for it."
There was a pause then, and her eyes got a far away look for a second. " Want to know how I got them to stop?" I nodded, and her eyes focused on me, grin twice as wide. "I beat the shit out of them. Ha! That's the same expression they had. Dumb surprise. Thing is, I grew thick before I grew tall -opposite of you really— so that meant that I was really strong for my stature. Everybody thought I was just chunky, but nope! All muscle. So this one day they decided to play the catch game with my kitten. That was the straw that broke the camel's back and I went berzerk. By the time I was done, everybody was on the floor and I wasn't even breathing hard. And when the teachers arrived, nobody believed that the little four foot tall girl could beat up the star football player, so they all got detention for fighting and I got a free lunch as apology from the school!" She laughed freely at that. It was a pretty laugh, I had to admit.
But then I processed the story and my frown came back. "So you are telling me to beat them up?" I asked.
"Oh god no! That's their game. It worked for me because it was so utterly unexpected and improbable. So you have to come up with something equally unexpected and improbable, and they will leave you alone!"
I mulled her words for a moment. Unexpected and improbable. That... Sounded appealing actually. Coming at them from so far on the left field that nobody would believe I did it. But... what would I actually do?
I jumped a little when Lucy said "I think this is your stop Taylor." And indeed, that was the locker room door, about three steps back. I didn't think I was that deep in thought. Lucy looked amused though. She looked amused by everything I did, now that I thought about it. "Alright Taylor," she said as she unlocked the locker room door for me, "I'll be heading home now. You sure you don't want that ride? I don't mind waiting for you. I have some paperwork I could be doing."
I nodded. "You've done more than enough, Lucy. I don't want to hold you up any more. I'm fine really."
"Well, if you are sure. If you need anything else, feel free to look me up. My door is always open"
I nodded again and hesitated for a second before saying "Thank you, Lucy. For... For taking me seriously."
"Eh, no thanks needed. It is my job. But enough didly-dadling! Go get cleaned off!" she called as she walked back to the furthest door in the hall. I looked at her as she did. Her ass had an oddly hypnotic sway to it. Which is probably why I should stop looking at it. Because I am not a lesbian. Nope. With that, I decided to turn the door's knob and walk in.
* * *
It was an empty locker room to which I entered. Everybody else had already already left for home. Not even bugs stayed around, just a few scavengers under the lockers and a couple on the far wall trashcan. It might have something to do with the heavy smell of various perfumes that hung in the air. I couldn't blame them really, the smell made me almost choke. I was pretty sure that this level of saturation would actually kill the smaller flyers. It didn't help that there weren't any windows to ventilate the place.
On Mondays, PE is the last class of the day, so most of the school was already deserted. That's the only reason I didn't hesitate to walk in. I headed towards the middle row of lockers, where my own small locker where my backpack was stored under lock and key. The locker itself wasn't anything special; it was big enough for my overstuffed bag and not much else. Certainly not a teenage girl, especially not one my size, so I didn't feel particularly queasy about using it. It had a small padlock securing it. I pulled the key from where it was being held by a string under my shirt and pushed into the keyhole on the padlock. Opening the tiny locker, I found everything where I left it. With a small sigh of relief, I set the bag on the bench sitting between the rows of lockers, and pulled out my towel out along with a plastic bag.
Double checking that I was alone out of pure habit, I slowly began to strip. The first thing to go was my mud caked t-shirt. Grabbing the hem, I slowly fought to get the stiff cloth over and above my head. Looking down, I saw that my bra -the one I wear to make sure my nipples didn't poke a hole in my clothes— was also dirty, somehow. The clasp was undone and then the bra joins the shirt in the plastic bag. Next I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my sweatpants and pull them off, letting them drop them around my ankles. My panties follow suit. A shiver goes through my naked frame as the cold air brushes it. Right, shower.
Winslow being Winslow, the showers are a simple, dirty affair. Just a single rectangular room with three shower heads and no stalls and not even a door leading to it, only an unbarred entryway that offered no privacy at all. Off white tiles stained brown by the accumulated dirt covered the walls and floor. Of the three showers, only the one closest to the `door' actually worked. Working the knobs from the side, I got the water as close to 'right' as the old plumbing would allow. Once the temperature was about where I wanted it, I stepped under the stream, careful of keeping as much of my hair away from the water.
Tension slowly left my body as I stepped into the warm water. I could see all the mud that coated my body slowly drift down, before steam started to fill my vision. Absentmindedly I started to rub down, pushing the dirt along. I didn't have any soap, so I contented with simply digging my fingers in and scrape the mud off. Felt surprisingly nice.
With some time to myself, I was able to go back to what I was doing back in the track. Not jogging, but rather thinking about the Undersiders. More specifically, our most recent tangle with the ABB.
Bakuda tried to have Bitch kidnapped. Would've succeeded if she was a little more selective of her recruits. Turns out tranquilizer darts only work if you can actually hit your target with the first hit. After that, when the element of surprise is lost and your target knows what you tried to do? You lose. The two thugs that had been assigned to catch Bitch ended up getting mauled. After that, we managed to rally up, and strike back at Bakuda.
Thinking back, I realized something. We won over Bakuda almost flawlessly. Lisa figured out her plan, and with that, we figured that the best way to bring her down would be to ambush her first, while she was heading to the trainyard. First, Grue led in by covering the road in his darkness, forcing the Jeep to halt lest they drive through it. Then my swarm moved in, throwing everything into disarray. Well before Bakuda could bring her grenade launcher to bear, Bitch walked out of Grue's first cloud, and shot the bomber with the very same tranq gun she gave her thugs. It was unexpected, and considering our reputation, improbable. The very same principles Lucy spoke of. Maybe if it worked on Bakuda, could it work on the trio? Arguably, the are both groups are equally mad, so Lucy might be right.
With my arms now dirt free, I moved my hands to rub my neck to keep scrubbing. Heh, gotta say, Lucy might be my favorite teacher. As much as I like Mrs. Knott, she never actually held me back to talk about my problems, or offered me a ride home after a bad day. It also helped that Ms. Staks was also quite pretty. Her figure was something that I wouldn't mind having myself. The image of her round, meaty ass swaying as she walked away floated to my forefront of my mind. Why, I didn't know, and probably it isn't the best thing to think of when I'm rubbing off my boobs. And also because I am not a lesbian. Aaand my nipples are hard. Dammit, I am not going to have an identity crisis! I already have way too much shit to deal with! Quick, think of something else! Like... Like Brian. Yes, Brian, with his broad shoulders, his toned abs, that deliciously dark skin. Yeahhh...
I slow down on my rubbing, moving in slow circles on my chest, massaging my meager bust and occasionally going over my erect nipples. I giggle a little bit, picturing Brian's very powerful legs clad in nothing but very tight shorts. I can perfectly make out his bulge. Whether he was actually that big I did not care. My fantasy, my rules! I could see him moving his hands to mine, guiding them towards the elastics of his shorts. I a low moan escapes me as I slowly begin massaging lower and lower. Imaginary Brian smiles at me with his perfect teeth as he hooks my fingers under his shorts. He gives me a knowing wink that sets my core on fire. Kneeling in front of him, I bite my lip as I begin pulling down his shorts. The moment his dick springs free matches perfectly when my hand reaches my pussy. I moan a little louder then. I slowly rub the outside of my lips as I imagine Brian's entirely too big boner slowly grow.
Looking back up at Brian, I find him looking down at me, knowing smile in place. He puts his hand on my head, running it through my long hair. My purr of pleasure rattles my chest. Still at half half mast, I begin to caress it between my hands, running the tips of my fingers along the top, from head to base and back. His own moan of pleasure sends a shiver through my spine. Then I take hold with start pumping it with , feeling as it hardened with each stroke. Soon, it's full size its made known, the tip poking my cheek. I raise my eyes towards Brian again, still pumping his dick with one hand and snuggling up to his head. His eyes are full of lust, lust for me. I smile then, and slowly bring my mouth envelope his engorged glans as my free hand moves to relieve my needy clit. His growl of pleasure is so deep I felt rattling his cock through my lips. I began to bob my head slowly, taking his massive erection in inch by inch, never leaving his beautiful eyes. Soon, I felt his cock hit the back of my mouth. I was only about one third in. I could see that Brian wanted to keep pushing in, but he understood I wasn't ready, so he just kept running his hands through my hair. I smiled around his dick as I pulled back and forth, back and forth, enjoying every little shudder of his massive frame.
We just repeating that pattern for some time; He held my head, struggling not to ram me all the way to his engorged balls for my sake, and me doing my best to pleasure him into orgasm. We were both close, I could feel. I felt the familiar coiling deep inside my core, and Brian's control was beginning to slip, hips moving in small, jerky thrusts. Soon, I was nearing my peak, and so was Brian. I could tell, because suddenly his head rolled back with a deep, throaty growl. "Taylor," he called breathlessly, and I moaned into him. "Taylor," he called with more energy, his hold on my head strengthening. "Taylor," he began to chant between pants, my own moans coming higher and stronger for every time he said it. We were both at our limit, I knew. And suddenly, Brian screamed my name, pushing me as far down his cock I could go. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my choked slightly, and then—
-I screamed as a splash of cold water brought me back to reality. I scrambled to cut off the freezing water, almost slipping down on the wet tiles. Once done, I stood still, shivering and in shock. The heat, both figurative and physical, was gone. I slapped my hand back to my crotch and began rubbing. Nothing. I hummed in disappointment and annoyance. I still felt horny, but the cold numbed every nerve. I grunted in annoyance as I took my towel of the hook and began drying up. I just knew that until I got that orgasm out of my system, I would be one grumpy bitch. Not unlike Bitch, actually. Figured that one out after my dad, walked in on me once. Not that he knew, of course. But he did puzzle over my snappiness that day. I counted it as vengance.
Once I was dry, I wrapped the towel around me. My annoyance only grew when I had to hold the towel in place. I've seen other girls simply tuck a corner in, but that simply did not work for me. Not busty enough, I thought. Even worse, I was still cold, so I could easily make out my nipples through the fabric. Not that there was anybody to see them, but it still annoyed me.
There was still some steam in the shower room, so when I stepped out into the lockers, I began to shiver anew. Holding it down with a grunt, I half walked, half stomped to where I had left my backpack and spare clothes. Nothing special, really. Just my typical loose shirt and jeans, and another set of underwear.
Only that when I reached the bench where I left them, they were missing. All my stuff was missing. Only my glasses -which I didn't take into the shower— were there. Putting them on, the first thing I noticed is that they were clean. Somebody cleaned them. Somebody else was here with me. I could feel the bugs in my range starting to converge, but they were ways out, with little in the way of ingress. I had only the few roaches hanging out in the trash and the harmless spiders under the lockers. Lucy is long gone too. It was just me and whoever stole my clothes. I began, to hyperventilate, only to stop suddenly when I heard her.
"Hi there, Taylor."
Oh god. Please no. Not her. I put on my glasses and turned around as quickly as I could. Oh god, it is her. Standing in front of me, in perfect clarity, was Madison. The first thing I noticed was that she was grinning at me, wide and predatory. The second thing I noticed was that she was holding a camcorder with a little red light blinking in front.
