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AN: My story was inspired by Ann Douglas’ excellent story, The Price and is published with her permission. If you have not done so, please go read her excellent story and send her praise.
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Lacey Madsen is a senior at Beachside High School. She lived in a nice area of Manhattan Beach, California, and was by far the most popular girl in her school, surrounded by her clique of five other girls, all of whom were cheerleaders and all of whom were also beautiful. Lacey ruled the school, and as such, she needed to present the image of superiority, so she had dated Terry Coleman, the captain of the varsity football team for the past two years. Normally, she wasn’t prone to worry, but after receiving terrible news a short while ago, Lacey was about to have a full-blown panic attack.
It was the end of school on the first Friday in May. As she stealthily made her way through the nearly deserted school with a purpose, she prayed to God for his mercy and the mercy of the object of her search. The blonde senior knew that if things didn’t turn around for her with her last hope, she would either have to go to summer school to graduate or repeat her senior year, something her father was leaning toward after receiving her third-quarter grades. As punishment for her lousy grades, her father took away her white 2023 Nissan Z sports coupe. Daddy had gifted it to her as a sweet 16 present, but kept it in his name for just such occasions. Realizing how serious her father was about her future, Lacey took the hint and worked hard to turn her one F and three D’s into C’s, which was the minimum that her father required of her.
After pulling up her grades, the queen bee of her high school was now coasting through the last few weeks of her high school life. She was able to maintain her C average easily enough as most of the senior teacher weren’t hitting their students with tons of projects or homework. While not the smartest girl in school by any means, she knew how to use what smarts she had to get by. U.S. History was one of the classes that she was barely passing last quarter with a D. Looking back, it was very stupid on her part, as History was one of the classes that the school board required students to pass in order to graduate.
Lacey was glad that cheer season was officially over, as she had to study extra hard to pass the Constitution test, which was also a requirement for students to graduate. The queen bee let out a scream of delight the day she saw that she managed to pass, squeaking by with a 61%. Everything was going great until she learned that the boy she had hired to write her term paper was not going to come through for her. Lacey wanted to scream out loud, but didn’t want to draw attention to herself when she got the news.
She recalled how two weeks ago, she got the first round of bad news when Michael Bennett told her he had something important to tell her that she wasn’t going to like. Pulling the boy into a side hallway, she demanded to know what was wrong. Michael informs Lacey that while he was putting the finishing touches on her paper, his home was struck by a power surge. When the power came back on, his computer’s hard drive was dead. Lacey freaked, but then demanded that Mike give her his term paper for previous services rendered.
Michael stated that he would have gladly done so, but was forced to inform her that not only was her paper lost, but so was his. When she asked if the drive could be fixed Michael told her that he had pulled the drive last night and begun trying data recovery, which was going to take at least 2 days to try to recover all the data on his large drive and then another day to sift through the data to try and find the term papers.
Two weeks went by, and every day closer to the paper’s due date, Lacey’s normally calm demeanor was chipped away by the panic bug.
Michael reported that the file with her term paper was completely corrupted and was unsalvageable. Michael did manage to recover his paper but had to restore it to presentable fashion and was still working on it from his physical notes. As such, with only a weekend before the paper was due, Michael would not have time to cobble together an acceptable paper for Lacey to turn in on Monday.
Lacey saw her life flashing before her eyes. Her history term paper was 50% of her overall semester grade. She had originally gone to Michael as he was one of the smartest students in school and one of the few people that she hadn’t pissed off during the last four years. Michael was initially very reluctant to write a second term paper for her, especially for a mere $50.00. Lacey smiled and offered to sweeten the pot if Michael went along. She whispered what she had in mind to him, and the boy’s eyes widened, and he quickly nodded yes.
As an additional incentive, Lacey took Michael out on a date on the Friday of a long weekend in the neighboring town. The two went to the movies, seeing a film that was sparsely attended. Halfway through the movie, ordu escort Lacey got down on her knees, unfastened Michael’s pants, and proceeded to give the young man his first blow job right there in the theater. The young man did not last long, and that wasn’t even accounting for the blonde’s expert skills. While Lacey thought it was funny that he did not last more than a few minutes inside of her mouth, she was greatly surprised by the copious amounts of cum he unloaded. To this day, Lacey vividly remembers how wide her eyes got as she felt she was drowning in the boy’s jizz as she struggled to swallow it all. With the promise of the $50.00 and a second date/blow job. Michael was more than willing to do the girls’ report.
Initially, Lacey was going to try to renege on the second blow job once she had the report. However, Michael was not as stupid as some of the people she was used to dealing with and promised her the report first thing Monday morning as long as they went on the date Friday night, which would have been tonight, treating him to another movie, the money, and the second blow job. If she complied, then he would gladly turn over the paper before school.
As it stood, without that paper, she would flunk history, which meant that she would not graduate on time, she would not get her car back, but more importantly, she would not be going with her friends on their graduation trip through Europe. Just when she thought all hope was lost, Michael gave her one last glimmer of hope. He told her it wouldn’t be easy, but he knew somebody who had a term paper that was not going to be used, as they had changed subjects after writing the first paper.
When Lacey asked how this helped her, Michael assured her that the paper, while not refined, was a complete first draft. Michael assured her it would probably be better in this state, as Mr. Pullman would totally believe that the paper she turned in was probably her best work.
Lacey didn’t like the implication that Michael was making, but as she was left with no other choice, she asked who the guy was who had the spare term paper.
Michael gave the queen bee a half-hearted expression, and then informed her that’s where the difficulty for her would lie.
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It was 3:45 in the afternoon, and library volunteers, Celia Daniels, Tiffany Clark, and River Scott, were currently the only people in the library. The staff had a meeting at the main school building, so the three girls were ones present to file away the last of the returned library books before they enjoyed their weekend. The trio of girls were all 18 years old and on the verge of graduating from high school. Tiffany had collected the last cart on the main floor and was on her way to the back of the library to put away the books. River was somewhere in the second-floor stacks, returning those books.
Celia had finished all the paperwork and was just about to shut down the computer systems for the weekend when there was a rapping at the library door. Normally, Celia would just let the rapping continue until the person gave up, finally realizing that the library had been closed for 45 minutes. However, the person was very persistent, so the annoyed girl made her way over to the doors to see who was bothering her.
To say that Lacey Madsen was the last person she expected to see on the other side of the library door at this time on a Friday would be the understatement of her high school life. Intrigued as to why this girl needed to get into the library at this point was too much for her. So, Celia made her way over and unlocked the library door. She didn’t let Lacey in; she only half opened the door and put her body in the gap so the “Queen Cunt” couldn’t push her way in.
“I know this is probably the first time you’ve ever been here, so I’ll let you know that the library is closed… or are you lost?” Celia says in a very sarcastic tone.
“Please, is River here?
The red-haired girl looks at the popular cheerleader very skeptically after she finishes her sentence. “Yessss… why do you ask?”
“I really need to talk to her,” Lacey says in a very imploring tone. “It’s important.”
Ohhhh, this I have got to see. Celia thinks to herself. The girl of British descent unlocks the door and prepares to allow the school’s queen bee inside. Lacey starts to enter but is blocked by Celia, who is checking to make sure there isn’t a larger group of her cohorts waiting to force their way in for… whatever reason. Once Lacey is through, Celia closes and re-locks them inside the library.
“Have a seat, I’ll go see if I can find the object of your ridicule and desire.”
Lacey knew the last barb was due to how lousy she had treated not only River but many of the girls in their social circle. Left with no other choice, Lacey sits down at the first table, waiting for the girl that she hopes will be her savior.
“River, are you up there?” Celia called out as she stood on the third osmaniye escort step of the circular spiral staircase leading to the upper floor. Her slight British accent was very apparent, something she acquired from her English mother, who was her personal school teacher until Celia was 12 and begged to go to junior high with her friends.
“I’m at the back of the second-floor stacks. What’s up?” River called out.
“You have a visitor, River,” she repeated as she moved up a few steps. ” A very alluring but nervous-looking visitor who desperately wants to talk to you.”
“Color me intrigued. Ok, I’m putting away my last few books. Tell whoever is waiting that I’ll be right down,” River tells her bestie.
Celia smiles and then strides back over to the table where the very impatient-looking blonde is sitting. The former head cheerleader is nervously tapping her well-manicured fingernails on the tabletop as she awaits River.
Celia plants herself in a chair across from Lacey, looking deep in thought as if trying to determine what is going through the other girl’s mind. Celia has shoulder-length red hair that normally flows down to her back, but as it is summertime, she decided to cut it to just below her shoulders this year. Her green eyes were narrowed and didn’t help Lacey’s nerves as she stared at her.
With a hint
“River will be right down,” Celia said with disdain.
“Thank you,” Lacey Madsen said. Celia could easily make out the insincerity in the girl’s voice.
“What’s all the noise?” Tiffany asks as she clears the stacks, pushing the empty library cart. Her eyes immediately land on the girl awaiting River’s arrival.
“Woah, are you lost, Lacey? You do realize that you’re in the library and that it’s after school on a Friday, right?”
“I already read her the riot act,” Celia informs her friend. “She’s here to talk to River.”
“Really? Why? Four years of ridicule not enough for you, Lacey? Need to get in some after-hours barbs now?” Tiffany asks.
While Lacey knew of Tiffany, she didn’t think that she had ever properly sized the girl up before. Were it not for her thin black oval-framed librarian-like glasses that Tiffany was wearing, someone just taking a glance at her would think she was a part of Lacey’s school clique. She noted that Tiffany was of average height, being 5 feet 6 inches tall, she had long straight chestnut brown hair that was currently tied in a braid, and brown eyes with just the slightest hint of blue to them. She was slim with curves in all the right places, but not abundantly so in any one area of her body. Lacey recalls several of the male football team members calling her a real-life Lara Croft. Lacey only knew who that was from the three movies about the character.
She recalls that Tiffany had tried out for the cheer squad her freshman year but was shut out by the popular girls who wanted their friends or siblings in the slots. What the blonde beauty didn’t know was that this forced Tiffany to put her focus on her studies. As such, she spent copious amounts of time in the library, and that is how she came to be a member of River and Celia’s close-knit group of friends.
Whatever any of the girls might have said next was cut short with the arrival of River Scott. The school’s next valedictorian takes in the sight of the tense moment, then asks, “Oh, hi Lacey. Are you lost?”
Not wanting to have to deal with any more of their barbs, Lacey stands up, makes her way over to the girl she is here to see, and politely asks River, “Can we please talk somewhere in private?”
Lacey noted that River, who has the longest black hair in the school, currently has it tied up in a bun. She figured the girl had pulled the short straw and was relegated to putting away books in the dusty stacks.
Before answering Lacey, the blonde watches as she unfastens the bun and shakes out her long hair, allowing it to flow freely.
“You do realize by all accounts I should tell you to go to hell, right?” River asks the girl who has been instrumental in making her high school life difficult.
“Yes, but I’m hoping you’ll be the bigger person and please hear me out.”
River’s two friends watched their raven-haired friend contemplate the bitchy girl’s request. River stood very stoic as she quietly pondered what to do next. River crosses her arms underneath her breasts and contemplates Lacey’s initial request. Celia and Tiffany whisper amongst themselves about what they think their friend will say.
“Girls, why don’t you head out for the night? I’ll finish here and wait for the custodians to lock the doors.” River tells her girlfriends.
This statement surprised the pair.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to stick around, River?” Celia enquires. She really wants to know what would bring the most popular girl in school here on a Friday afternoon.
“No, I’ll give Lacey a few minutes of my time, and that is all.” Lacey and River sinop escort watch. The pair reluctantly collect their things, inform River that the computers need to be shut down, and, bidding River farewell, exit the library.
Once her friends are gone, River locks the door again and turns her focus back to the despondent cheerleader.
“Okay, Lacey, you have five minutes,” River says, pulling out her cell phone and setting a 5-minute timer. “Ready… go!” With that, the tall, dark-haired girl presses the start button and watches the seconds begin to tick by.
Despite the time limit, Lacey seemed in no hurry to get to the point. Instead, the blonde girl took long moments to just look up at the ceiling while trying to find the right words to plead her case.
To the casual observer, River and Lacey were about as similar yet different as two girls could be.
Lacey Madsen had long straight blonde hair that traveled down to her lower back but was currently tied in a low-hanging ponytail. She stood five feet nine inches tall in flats. Lacey was very curvaceous with large 38 E-cup breasts. Her large breast easily drew the attention of the male population from preteens to the elderly. She has sparkling blue eyes and was of European descent, and had a very creamy complexion that tanned nicely when she spent time in the sun.
River was the same height as Lacey. She was born with raven black hair that traveled down to the small of her back. Height and hair length were the few similarities the girls had. In contrast to Lacey’s curvy body, River had a more athletic build. She was slender with muscle tone from her time doing laps in the family swimming pool. Her breasts were not double D’s like the cheerleaders, but were natural 34 C-cups, which suited her frame perfectly. The final difference between the pair was that River was Hispanic, well, half Hispanic. Her father was of European descent, and her mother was Mexican/American. As such, River had an all-year natural tan, almost caramel complexion when she tanned.
As great as the physical differences were minor when compared to the differences in their lifestyles and personalities.
Lacey was a proverbial social butterfly, or more to the point, the school’s queen bee. She was made captain of the cheerleader squad before her junior year and held the role until the end of this season. Her social calendar read like a high school who’s who, and she was the current odds-on favorite to be crowned Prom Queen.
River, on the other hand, cared nothing for the hierarchy of popularity in her school. What mattered most to her was loyalty, and as such, she had a very small circle of friends. While seeing how Lacey and friends strived to be captain of their various teams and organizations, or the most popular students in the school, River was focused on her GPA so that she would be class valedictorian and secure a full-ride scholarship to the college of her choice.
Realizing that she had wasted quite a bit of time, Lacey finally musters up the courage to plead her case to the school’s top student and says, “I’m in trouble!”
River suspected she meant academically, but she decided to tease the girl who had made her life so difficult. ” What? Is your monthly visitor late?” River asked.
“Not that kind of trouble,” Lacey quickly shot back. While the blonde has had several instances where that might be the case, that was not her issue today.
“Well, hurry up make your point, you only have three minutes left,” River said, attempting to bring the conversation to a point.
“I’m in Mr. Pullman’s History class,” the blonde said, “and my term paper is due first thing Monday morning. If I don’t turn it in, I’m going to fail the class, as the term paper is worth fifty percent of my grade.”
River started in a mocking tone, “Lacey, I don’t know if you’ve ever taken the time to look around your environment in history class, but I sit right behind you. I know that our term papers are due Monday. Mine has been done for over a month now. I’m guessing from your tone that yours isn’t finished?”
“Actually, I lost my paper,” Lacey admitted truthfully.
” Wow…” River replied grinning, “you are not in trouble… you’re royally screwed!”
River let this statement hang in the air for several moments, watching the look of dread creep over the now former cheer captain’s face. “As tragic as that is, what does it have to do with me?”
“Mike Bennett was helping me write my paper,” Lacey went on.
“Helping you? Or writing it for you,” River interjected, throwing out her suspicions on the reality of the matter.
“OK, I bribed Mike to write the paper for me,” she admitted.
“Ok, if I were you he would have been my choice to ask as well. So what happened? Mike isn’t prone to not coming through?” River asked, now a very curious.
“Mike said that he was about to print out the report when his house was hit by a power surge. The surge killed his computer’s hard drive! That was two weeks ago. He tried to recover the data, but he said it was hopeless,” she explained. “He’s spent every day since then rewriting his paper.”
“Well, that sucks!” River mused. “As tragic as this all is, you still haven’t explained what any of this has to do with me.”
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