Chapter 8 - Stereotypical Teen Movie.
Friday, April 25, 8:30 Pm….
A fifteen minute cab ride to the Northern slopes of Middleton's more affluent area, found Ron emerging onto the palatial lawns leading up to a mansion teeming with drunken teenagers. If he had to be honest, Ron didn't know quite how to feel about his first ever house party being at Bonnie Rockwaller's mansion (and for the purposes of a mission to boot), but his social-life was so out of whack lately, this outcome actually fit right in.
Every teenager knows that you don't need a specific invitation or widespread permission to crash a highschool party, but that knowledge still didn't make Ron feel all that welcome. Then, there was also the fact that Kim disapproved of underage drinking and all forms of recreational drug use…
Woah.
Very, very suddenly, Ron had an intense desire to get completely shit-faced drunk, to the point he legitimately had to remind himself about the six Am flight that he was scheduled to catch the following morning. Besides… He wasn't actually here to take part in a house-party in the traditional sense of the word. Instead, he was here at the behest of one of the most beautiful women in the whole entire mansion… and her equally beautiful but troublesome friend.
Tara Strongwell was… angelic... That was the word. She was a happy and energetic, willowy blonde, with soft and luminous looking pale white skin, body-type defying breasts, and an ass that just HAD to be the product of hundreds and hundreds of squats. The best words to describe the woman would have to be 'adorably beautiful,' and she was accentuating her more innocent variety of sex-appeal to the max in a modest (but skin-tight), white cocktail dress that made her look heaven sent.
Yep… Tara Strongwell would be just about perfect… If Ron weren't afraid of being hand-cuffed to a radiator down in the pump room of her parents' pool-house with nothing but a blow up mattress between him and the concrete floor (it was an unnecessarily detailed fear).
On the other side of the Angel-Devil spectrum was Bonnie Rockwaller, who was without a doubt the most sinfully seductive woman in all of Middleton high. Her medium length brunette hair was smooth and lustrous, her long black eyelashes and equally dark eye-liner made her grayish-green eyes appear deep, complex and mysterious, her skin was a perfect golden-tan, and her lips were soft and pouty looking. She looked naughty and mischievous and maybe even a little bit gothic, but that last descriptor was probably due to the elaborate black choker she was currently wearing around her neck.
Then there were her curves…
By God did that woman have curves.
Bonnie Rockwaller had the most mind-melting pair of breasts of anyone in their entire generation, and an ass that was almost (but not quite) as stupendous as Monique's, all without allowing even an ounce of excess fat anywhere on her entire body.
Needless to say, absolutely everyone who caught a glimpse of her curves agreed that Bonnie's body was far too 'gifted' to be real, and yet the woman took an ABSURD amount of pride in the fact that it was, and she proved its legitimacy by wearing the most revealing clothing possible in every single occasion. Case in point, the little black dress that Bonnie was currently wearing was very… little and black,... and that was all. The scrap of sparkly black material that she was wearing barely contained her breasts and came to an end just inches below her obscenely flared-out hips.
Long story short, Bonnie Rockwaller was a sexual icon throughout all of Upperton, Middleton and Lowerton respectively. A status that had always provided her far, FAR too much leeway when it came to her persistently sadistic and amoral behavior…
As Ron, Bonnie and Tara finished making their way up the lawns towards Bonnie's house, he found himself trying to figure out where his female company fell on the 'crazy hot matrix' (Look it up on youtube if you don't know what that is).
Only to find himself smack dab in the most unpredictable area of the danger zone.
For example… Tara Strongwell was just a teensy bit possessive and territorial.
About thirty minutes earlier, back before Ron and his current entourage departed from his house, Tara spent almost ten whole minutes picking out a wardrobe for him to wear, with the express intention of making him look as mediocre as physically possible... Personally, Ron didn't think the blonde even needed to bother, but he didn't resist the woman's efforts. After having an extra-cold shower with Bonnie, Tara was just a little bit drunk at the moment, but that state still had her acting just a little more volatile than normal, and he needed her content with their current situation so that she'd cooperate with the plan. The teal-eyed cheerleader was concerned that all of the girls at the party were going to jump his bones just as soon as the three of them walked through the door, despite the fact his body was still an unsightly mess of cuts and bruises from top to bottom.
In the end, Tara coerced Ron into throwing on a large, navy blue, Bueno Nacho t-shirt with a pink sombrero printed on the front, and a pair of jeans that had grass stains around the ankles.
It goes without saying that Bonnie was highly amused. She was also bound and determined to continue calling him Ronnie, which felt all kinds of wrongsick. Sure, there was a low to middling chance that Bonnie was quite a bit kinder than her most recent actions would indicate, but that idea didn't feel REAL to Ron quite yet, so her overly chummy attitude was… jarring.
Either way, Ron wasn't approaching Bonnie's home out of a desire to get to know the woman better… He was a man on a mission, and anything that he might get up to with Tara tonight was going to have to come as a secondary (even if he enjoyed every single second of it).
After stepping up to the wide-open front door of Bonnie's house, Ron stepped past a bunch of cigarette smoking teens within the expansive covered porch, where they were staring at him with stunned silly expressions upon their faces. This reaction, while comical, also made an unfortunate amount of sense, as Bonnie Rockwaller herself was currently standing behind his right shoulder and Tara Strongwell was hovering just a step beyond his left.
The two women currently flanking Ron on either side had extremely alert expressions upon their faces, as if they were the caretakers of an exceptionally dangerous and destructive variety of zoo animal…
In reality, Tara and Bonnie's current attitude towards Ron was decided upon before they even left his house, because acting too friendly with each other would be extremely suspicious to anyone who saw them, and treating each other with open hostility would have people asking why he was present at all.
The relationship that Ron and Bonnie were trying to convey to others at the moment was that Bonnie invited Ron to the party as a peace offering, and he agreed to take part for exactly the same reason, but that neither of them were especially comfortable around each other or with their current circumstances. This was the image that made the most sense from an outsider's perspective, which was convenient because it was also the easiest to pull off. If Ron had been forced to act as if he was suddenly a huge fan of Bonnie Rockwaller… that role would've stretched even his very impressive acting skills to their upper limits.
Ron wasn't even trying to eavesdrop, but he managed to overhear the cigarette smoking boys whispering back and forth to each other as he moved through the mansion's front door.
"Balls of steel on that one…"
"Not brave… crazy… the Mad-Dog of Middleton High…"
"All those Injuries…"
"You should see the other guys…"
"Is Bonnie bringing him on side?"
"Trying… won't succeed…"
"Wouldn't you though… chance to bury your face in those tits?"
By the time the music pulsing from deeper within the mansion drowned out the cigarette smoking boys' whispered words, Ron had a very complicated expression upon his face. He quit the Cheer Squad on Tuesday afternoon, and absolutely everyone in the school was aware of that. Calling him the Middleton Mad-Dog NOW, after all of the events of the past week, was actually both ironic and clever… but he still wasn't all that thrilled about being labeled 'mad' by the masses.
Nevertheless, it was a nickname that Ron heard several more times as he moved throughout the party, and crowds of revelers parted right and left to openly gawk at him. A situation that was made even more dramatic, by the two gorgeous women moving just a few meters at his back, who were going way out of their way to look as if they were keeping an eye on him.
Then something happened that was both unusual and yet not at exactly the same time.
Two women that Ron had associated with briefly in the past, walked towards him from opposite sides of the supermassive living room of Bonnie's house, at which point they caught sight of each other and arcs of metaphorical electricity discharged back and forth between their eyes.
"Hi, Amelia," Penny began in a 'friendly' voice that was anything but… "I was just about to ask my friend Ron here to go have a dance with me."
"Ah, I see," Amelia replied in a very similar tone. "Unfortunately, Ron's an old flame of mine… and I was hoping that we could… reconnect somewhere… quiet."
For several seconds in a row, Ron merely blinked at the two newly cat-fighting women, as they very politely told each other to go rough-fuck a cactus… Penny was a pretty, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl that Ron accidentally impressed during a period of time he was being affected by a truth ray. Almost immediately after the effects of the truth ray wore off, he lost his ability to compliment her in a smooth and straightforward fashion, aaaaand she immediately lost interest in him... Amelia, an equally pretty, wavy brown-haired girl, likewise showed Ron quite a bit of interest in the past, but only during the time he was in possession of his first Naco royalty cheque, and she immediately lost interest in him after he finished blowing all of his money (ever since that incident, all of the smaller royalty cheques that he's received go straight into a savings account that he doesn't have access to).
The fact that both of these women were standing in front of Ron right now, apparently hoping for him to pay them some attention, was definitely an indicator that his reputation was improving, but he also had zero interest in either of these girls, as they'd both rejected him in the past.
With all that in mind, and with a Tara Strongwell eyeballing him from behind, Ron merely smiled at both girls as he sidled past them on their right hand side and then began backing away. "Sorry girls, but I'm not on the menu tonight. Things to do, people to see and all that jazz, have a good night though."
With that much said, Ron abruptly turned around, left the room, and began moving down a hallway towards the Den, the Gaming room, the Kitchen, the Dining room, and the stairs. While up until now Tara had been keeping her distance, very suddenly she was moving much, much closer to his left shoulder. She didn't make a face, she didn't say a word… but due in large part to the confession that she made earlier in the night, Ron managed to pick up on the woman's true feelings anyway…
And Tara Strongwell was NOT a happy camper…
Bonnie, on the other hand, was having a grand old time watching her best/only friend just barely keep it together, and the words that she said as the three of them moved down the relatively secluded hallway were all the proof one might need on the matter. "You're such a Chad, Ronnie! Two girls within just minutes of arriving! I am VERY impressed."
"Unfortunately for those girls, I've already made arrangements to meet up with an incredibly beautiful blonde," Ron casually responded, without ever looking back in the two girls' direction. He didn't want to make a big deal out of what he just said, because he didn't actually know what he wanted out of Tara in the long term, but he offered up what assurances he could afford to make without being too romantic or sentimental.
And it worked… Ron could somehow FEEL Tara wiggling in her growing excitement, and he could hear her breaths growing shorter as they moved further down the hallway. Then the three of them were emerging into the Den/Gaming room area, where a thick misty fog was obscuring a neon lit dance floor teeming with drunk dancers and gyrating women.
Fog machine and tracking lights in a wild array of colors… The dance floor was a really cool setup.
Normally, Ron actually would've liked to dance, as he enjoyed both rhythm games and moving his body, and dancing was a mixture of both. At the moment however, the dance floor was teeming with Middleton High's least injured athletes, and he didn't feel like coexisting with them. Besides… There was another variety of dance that he was scheduled to take part in, and to do so he needed to keep moving. With just a single backwards glance, Ron continued through a large set of double doors into the Dining room area, and started walking towards the stairs.
"Well if it isn't the Middleton Mad-Dog," A very snooty and entitled sounding voice suddenly called out from off to Ron's right.
"And with our sister in tow," A second similar female voice added just a second later.
"A very… interesting pairing to say the very least," the first woman offered in a vaguely disapproving tone of voice.
When the entire party instantly seemed to freeze in its tracks, and every single partier within the Den, gaming room, and Dining room turned in the two female voices' direction, Ron did the same for a lack of better options..
It wasn't good…
Ron and Bonnie were being confronted by the reason he was present in her home in the first place.
Connie and Lonnie Rockwaller.
Connie Rockwaller had brown hair while Lonnie had blonde, but other than that, the two girls could've been twins. They stood the same, had the same vaguely disdainful facial expressions, their clothing was similar, and they even had two men standing next to them that could've been brothers. Both men looked like older versions of Brick Flagg, only with half the boy's personality and ten times the steroids use. They were a minimum of six-foot-five inches tall, they were muscular in the extreme, they were blond-haired, and they both wore nothing but Abercrombie and Fitch from top to bottom.
Ron resisted the urge to roll his eyes. All four of the people in front of him were stereotypes for one reason or another, and he could already tell that their intentions weren't the least bit peaceful.
"I thought we made ourselves very clear that you are NOT to suffer the existence of any insignificant little peasant that disrespects you," Connie voiced in Bonnie's direction.
"I thought our directions were quite uncomplicated and easy to follow, but I guess we expected far too much from someone as… simple-minded… as you," Lonnie added almost immediately after.
When Bonnie visibly didn't know how to respond to the very public dressing down she was currently receiving, Ron took a half step towards the two girls and their Ivan Drago look-alike boyfriends (The Russian from Rocky IV), and then he drew in a breath to speak. "As you ladies appear to have heard of my new… title… you might be able to see why Bonnie doesn't have a choice in the matter. I… suggested… that she invite me to this party as a show of good faith. She agreed because I'm not someone that a mere highschool student can handle…"
"It appears you've been handled pretty roughly from where I'm sitting," Connie immediately pointed out with a roll of her eyes and a sip of her wine.
"You also appear to be a loser, unfit to stand in our presence," Lonnie added just a split second later. "Grant, Hugh, squish this disgusting little bug."
Even as Lonnie was saying those words, Connie gestured for the two men standing at their sides to deal with the boy standing in front of them, causing the newly named Grant and Hugh to give their girlfriends a pair of looks that carried the words "is all of this really necessary?" A single moment later, when neither Connie or Lonnie relented at all, and they both started giving their men looks that threatened all manner of trouble, the two men relented, at which point they immediately started performing the whole 'tough-guy fight-prep' shtick. They cracked their knuckles and then their necks, before shaking out their arms like MMA fighters.
Ron made use of the time the two men spent trying and failing to resist their girlfriends' selfish demands, crouching down to tighten a shoelace… or at least, that's what he wanted the two newly hostile men to believe. Sure enough, both men looked to take advantage of what they saw as an opportunity, dashed across the room, and the man on the right, Hugh, sent a powerful sweeping kick flying towards Ron's face.
What these two attacking men didn't notice was how Ron was kneeling next to the extension cord feeding electricity to the fog machine in the other room, which he yanked free of the wall before rolling under Hugh's kick and wrapping the cord around his ankle several times in rapid succession. Then Ron was slamming a punch deep into the muscle of Hugh's inner thigh even as he exploded back up to his feet with the man's foot in his possession, causing Hugh to teeter backwards on his lone remaining foot, and forcing Grant to circle his friend with his arm cocked back for a punch.
As Grant moved in to throw a triplet of fast-paced but extremely telegraphed punches directly towards Ron's head, he slipped to the right and the left before advancing forward into infighting range. Even as he stepped closer however, he coiled yet another length of electrical cord around Grant's right wrist and forearm and then yanked the arm aside. Next, he rapidly slid behind Grant's back, slamming his free elbow into the back of the man's head even as he wrapped more and more cord around his neck and shoulder in passing. Finally, after Grant's newly stunned body was pulled in a circle to follow Ron's turning movement and Hugh was yanked in his friend's direction by his captured ankle, both men crashed together in the middle, and the timing was finally right.
Ron threw a sweeping kick of his own.
Ron's low-kick slammed his foot into and then through both Hugh and Grant's feet, upending their legs and sending them both to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. A heap that grew tighter and more chaotic, as Ron brutally kneed Hugh from his back onto his belly, slammed a punch down into Grants chin to stun him in place, did the exact same thing to Hugh just a split second later, twined his electrical cord around the two men's necks, tightened the loops into a modified noose knot, and then placed his knee atop their shoulder-blades as he tightened the noose. Soon enough, Ron was hauling back on the electrical cord, with his knees pressing the two men's faces deep into the carpet, he was turning an ultra-menacing scowl towards all of the boys inching closer from the dance floor, and he was being fed all of the info that he needed through an earbud in his right ear.
Wade was watching all of the events happening in Bonnie's house through the camera on Tara's cell-phone, and he could communicate with Tara and Ron via a pair of earbuds that they were sharing. This allowed the boy-genius to sift the government, legal, corporate and public databases for intel on Hugh and Grant, Connie and Lonnie's longtime boyfriends, and then provide Ron with quite frankly TERRIFYING amounts of very personal information.
"Hugh Foley," Ron began, as he leaned in over the newly helpless man's head. "Born on June the 4th, 1997, the only child of Alice and Mike Foley of 1224 Acres Road Upperton, where you lived until you moved into your current residence at 900 Gainsborough Road, Upperton. You're a type two diabetic with a lactose intolerance, you have a Political Sciences Degree from Upperton University, and you work as an upper-level functionary of the Upperton City Council… You have big dreams, Hugh... You have political aspirations… and now they'll all amount to NOTHING… I'm a seasoned agent with Global Justice, Hugh… I have pull… lots and lots of pull… but I'm also a professional, so I won't even need to use it… Instead, I'll make use of the hidden camera and recording devices that I wear whenever I enter hostile locations such as this one… Even as we speak, the hidden-camera built into my wrist watch is sending the footage of you two attacking me straight to a GJ cloud server, where it's being categorized by date and time… Now all I need to do is have Doctor Director email a few select City Councilmen for me, and your career aspirations will… CEASE TO EXIST."
Hugh's body immediately slumped down into the carpet as if he was a marionette with its strings cut.
"Grant Adams," Ron continued without even pausing for a moment. "Born on January the 13th 1997, the eldest son of Fran and John Adams of 776 Meadow Street Upperton, where you lived until you moved into your current residence at 65 Lionsmane Court, Upperton. You're family is very religious and active in the Saint Evangeline Church, you're the elder brother of a Robert Adams of 51 Ingram Street Upperton, you have a potentially lethal bee allergy necessitating you carrying an epinephrine pen everywhere you go, a year ago you had your appendix removed, you only have one point remaining on your driver's license because of frequent speeding tickets, you have a Business Degree from Upperton University, and you work as a highly paid PR representative at a world famous Tech Company's Upperton branch… I wonder though… Will a fortune five hundred company like Googler keep you on staff when the news media airs a video of you trying to assault a Highschool student at a house party?… Considering your role and widespread social media presence, the Upperton News Network might even pay me good money for ruining your career…"
Grant immediately started to hyperventilate, and it wasn't the cord wrapped around his neck that was causing it.
"Truth be told, I have no real interest in destroying either of your lives," Ron whispered after leaning in very, very close. "On the other hand, considering the company you two keep, I might have no choice but to PACIFY YOU like how a vet has to put down a rabid dog… I don't know if I even have a choice in the matter, considering the cruel and unusual hijinx that your current girlfriends like to put you up to… How about this though… I'll keep the camera footage that I just collected safe, secure and out of the public's eye, but if I EVER hear about either of you bullying the weak, EVER again, I - will - bring - you - to - your - knees… And don't even think about trying to have me killed either… Even if you do manage to succeed, AND YOU WON'T, the video that I just took will immediately be released to Utube, Smilebook, Instragram, Tweeter, the news media, Global Justice and the Police, along with a narrative explaining why you two are the primary suspects for my murder… I'm a professional after all… I don't leave things to chance."
Hic! Hic! Wheeze! Hugh Adam's appeared to have developed a bad case of the hiccups while Grant's breathing was quickening as if he was about to suffer a panic attack.
The two men were beaten in every way that counted.
At this point, Ron could let them both go and then BEG them to beat him up, and they'd still choose to run away.
The fighting was over.
After swiveling his attention away from Hugh and Grant's violently shaking bodies to stare up at Connie and Lonnie instead, Ron slowly rose back up to his feet, and then speared the two of them with his eyes. "I'll repeat myself again because you girls seem kind of… simple-minded… I'm not someone that a pair of USELESS AND FORGETTABLE CUNTS such as yourselves, can handle… I have tools… I have training… and I'm not afraid to just… burn it all down."
Connie and Lonnie were gaping open-mouthed by the time Ron finished speaking, and it didn't look like either of them were even breathing anymore. The odds were pretty good that they'd NEVER been shown the kind of disrespect that they were currently experiencing, and they weren't equipped to deal with it in the slightest. What was even worse for them, was that they were intending to become the housewives of the two very capable and successful men that they were dating, so they couldn't afford to act upon their anger.
With his message delivered and Wade copy/deleting all of the cell-phone footage that the Rockwallers' sycophants recorded over the last minute or two, Ron snagged one of Hugh's beers from a nearby table, gave Connie and Lonnie a wink, and then turned back towards Bonnie. "Bonnie. You were showing me around… Let's get back to it so that I can leave."
Bonnie nodded her head but she also gave her sisters a questioning look. Then she nodded a second time when her sisters rapidly hand-gestured for her to do what she was told.
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Less than a minute and a half later, Ron, Bonnie and Tara were moving into Bonnie's private suite of rooms, where, after locking and dead-bolting every single door leading into her bedroom, Bonnie immediately started slapping her own cheeks, pacing back and forth, pressing her forehead into a patch of wall near her dresser, and rounding on Ron with a half-wild expression upon her face.
The woman didn't know how to react to what she'd just witnessed, and that much was completely obvious.
After dropping his stolen beer onto the bedside table, Ron leaned back against Bonnie's en-suite bathroom door next to Tara, where he stared at Bonnie as if she'd grown a second head. He'd never seen anything like what he was currently seeing from Bonnie Rockwaller, and he didn't know what to make of it.
"You, you completely destroyed my sisters' boyfriends, and then you called them useless cunts in front of over forty people, and you got away with it, and you were BLUFFING," Bonnie described in a slightly hysterical tone of voice. "I saw Tara pick out that watch for you thirty minutes ago specifically because it's both cheap and stupid looking. That's DEFINITELY not a future-tech camera watch."
"You're right that I'm not wearing a recording device, but no I wasn't bluffing," Ron corrected with a small shake of his head. "This isn't my first rodeo and Wade's the best in the business… Wade will have copied and then deleted all of the videos that everyone in the crowd were taking on their cell-phones, so at this point we have all the evidence we need… Not that we'll ever use any of it. Hugh and Grant are spoiled brats, sure, and they'll bully others when doing so is the route of least resistance, but they're DEFINITELY not hardened criminals. I scared the living hell out of them just now, and I saw that much reflected in their eyes. In fact, I'd be willing to bet my Naco royalties that they break up with Connie and Lonnie by the end of the night."
"You'd win that bet," Wade suddenly added from within the screen of Tara's phone. "Both Hugh and Grant are dumping Connie and Lonnie as we speak. Several of the party-goers are surreptitiously filming it on their phones, so I'll send a copy to Bonnie's cell-phone for 'therapeutic' purposes…"
As if cued up by Wade's words, Ron, Tara and Bonnie started hearing distinctly feminine shrieking coming through the bedroom window facing the front lawns, as Connie and Lonnie followed a pair of rapidly departing men down the driveway towards the mansion's massive garage, screaming abuse at their new ex-boyfriends the whole entire time. Soon enough, both the sisters and their new ex-boyfriends were moving down the driveway in four different cars, as if the sisters were going to hunt the two men to their homes.
"I'm going to disconnect from this phone now, as I need to get back to coding that facial recognition sweeper program," Wade continued with a smile.. "At ten o'clock on the dot, the power will be cut from that district of the city, but it won't be off for more than twenty minutes, so be prepared to act when it happens."
With a jaunty little wave, Wade's presence suddenly dropped away from Tara's phone.
For several moments in a row, no one standing within Bonnie's bedroom said anything at all… at which point Bonnie suddenly broke the silence in an extremely breathy little voice. "Ron… You're just so…," she began before pausing again and biting her bottom lip.
"I believe the word you're looking for is sexy," Tara purred in a silky soft little voice of her own, as she slowly drew a hand up Ron's inner thigh and began rubbing and squeezing the bulge that she found within his jeans. A motion that came to a very sudden stop as her eyes widened in shock and she gaped open-mouthed at her closest female friend.
Bonnie Rockwaller was rapidly pulling the black material of her dress up and over her head.
"What are you do…" Tara began.
"It was YOU who said that I needed to be fucked into submission," Bonnie interrupted even as she threw her dress to the floor and moved in front of Ron in a teeny tiny black bra and panties set that just barely concealed her nipples and pussylips. "I need to be brought into line, Tara," she continued as she dragged both her hands up the length of her own body to cup at her tits. "I need a reason to keep your man's better qualities a secret. I need him to fuck me to within an inch of my life!"
It was perfectly obvious to both Ron and Tara that the only factual part of Bonnie's explanation was the last part, which is why Tara's mouth began tightening into a thin little line even as Ron opened his mouth to refuse. A rejection that was thwarted just a single instant later, when Bonnie rapidly closed the gap between the three of them, pressed her fantastically soft and pillowy breasts against his chest, wrapped an arm around Tara's back, slid her other hand down his stomach until it joined Tara's hand atop his bulge, and then bounced her eyes back and forth between the two of them with a desperately hungry expression upon her face. "I'll be a good girl for you, Tare-bear, Ron, I promise. I'll be respectful and even obedient if that's what it takes, but I NEED Ron's cock in me, I need it bad, and I need it now!"
"If we… If we do this, it'll prevent Bonnie from being a security risk in the future," Tara added with a newly thoughtful tone to her voice and a hand curling possessively around the cock that was swelling within Ron's pant leg. "She'll keep the secret because it'll be in her best interests to do so…"
By this point, Ron was being pressed against the bathroom door by Bonnie's astonishingly sexy curves, there were two hands rubbing and massaging at his cockmeat through the denim of his jeans, Bonnie's other arm was pulling Tara tightly against his side so that she could squeeze and grope his ass, and Tara's other hand was hard at work unbuttoning his fly.
And yet Ron was still just trying to figure out whether or not he was going to give Bonnie what she wanted, because as little as an hour earlier, he'd completely hated her guts.
All week, ALL FREAKING WEEK, Ron was forced to fight it out with every dumbass bully that populated his school, all at the behest of the snooty elitist bitch that was currently sucking a hickey into his shoulder. All because she had a secret shame of some kind, was being blackmailed by her sisters, and in the face of her skeleton-filled closet, nothing and no one else mattered... Part of Ron wanted to interrogate Bonnie, to find out whether or not her secret was bad enough, shameful enough, life-ruining enough to justify all of the casual cruelty that she'd engendered in the people around her… but he already knew that it wouldn't be, it couldn't be, at least not from his perspective… and he already knew that he wouldn't forgive her…
But then there were Bonnie's sisters… Just a few minutes earlier, Ron had witnessed their cruelty and capriciousness for himself, and he was struggling to picture in his head what a half-decade spent living under their influence might actually be like… Bonnie Rockwaller spent the last four-plus years under Connie and Lonnie's thumb, being shaped in their image, being used and manipulated and scorned all the while…
At the tail end of that thought, Ron figured Bonnie might deserve just a teeny tiny bit of leeway, just a hint of good faith. He didn't need to be her best friend (and he definitely wouldn't be), but he figured he could put aside the very worst of his anger.
And this was definitely a convenient time for Ron to change his perception of the girl, because Tara pulled his jeans down below his knees just a single instant later, his cock bucked free and bounced against the blonde's thigh, a ragged exhalation exploded from Bonnie's mouth over the length and thickness of his dick, and her newly trembling hand tried, and failed, to curl around the base of his shaft.
"It's so, so…" Bonnie began.
"Perfect," Tara interrupted again, as she unzipped the back of her dress, shucked the shoulder straps down her arms, allowed the top half of her dress to pool around her waist, and revealed a white lacy bra designed to make dicks hard. "I've decided perfect is the only word that can describe Ron's cock."
Rather than respond to, or even fully register, Tara's words, Bonnie's free hand joined the one that was cupping around Ron's cock, so that she could slowly pump his heavy shaft up between their bodies, and rub his cockhead between the cups of her bra. A bra that suddenly felt far, FAR too confining, as her heart rate doubled and her breathing quickened, causing her chest to heave in her excitement. The woman's mind was completely checked out… Her entire focus was on the pillar of wrist thick dick-meat that was warming the skin of her tummy.
"Ronnie, baby…" Tara just barely whispered directly into Ron's ear, between a kiss and a nibble on his earlobe. "While Bonnie's… preoccupied, I need you to learn something that she's always tried to keep a secret… These past four years, Bonnie's KNOWN that she's being a very, very bad girl, and she's KNOWN that she should be punished for her behavior, which is why, more and more over time, she's picked up a… sexual predilection."
After nodding his head in understanding, Ron pressed a kiss into the side of Tara's neck in return and then whispered back their plan of attack. "You already appear to be the Dom, so I'll stick to disapproving, cold, and unsympathetic instead."
"Perfect," Tara murmured in a silky smooth little whisper. "You're perfect." as if to underscore those words, the rest of Tara's dress suddenly slipped off of her hips, revealing a lacy white pair of panties that were soaked through to the point of translucency.
I came here to fuck YOU, Tara, not your amoral whore of a friend," Ron suddenly barked out, breaking Bonnie out of her cock-worship even as one of Tara's hands curled around the back of the woman's neck, and started pressing her body down towards the floor.
"Just think of Bonnie's ultra-lewd and slutty body as a… tool… a sex-toy that I've provided for you to drain your balls into," Tara immediately suggested in a voice that was both supportive and abusive at exactly the same time. "Bonnie said that she'd be obedient, after all... and she really does have a LOT to make up to me… As long as she does EXACTLY what she's told, I think we can make this work…"
"Yes, Tara, I'm so so sorry, and I'll do whatever you demand of me," Bonnie cried out even as her knees hit the carpet and Ron's heavy cock dropped atop her face.
"I want you to gag and wheeze as you throat-fuck yourself upon my Ronnie's perfect cock," Tara gently and cheerfully explained, while drawing Ron's t-shirt up and over his head. "Don't worry though... I know selfish bitches like you don't actually have what it takes to TRULY please a man, so I plan to offer you some… assistance." With that said, Tara's left hand snaked down around the back of Bonnie's head again, twining through the woman's shiny brunette hair.
"Oh, oh my God," Bonnie whimper/gasped as her head was pulled back, her slightly-parted lips were pressed up against Ron's massive dull-red cockhead, her right hand slid down beneath her panties, and two of her fingers sank knuckles deep within her cunt. Then Tara was dropping to her knees on her right hand side, her arm was pressing flush up the length of her back, and her hand was pushing her face towards Ron's balls.
And resisting the pressure Tara was applying didn't even occur to Bonnie as a possibility.
Slowly but implacably, Tara's hand pushed Bonnie's face into and then down the length of Ron's dick, spreading her lips around his cockhead with a half-dozen squishy whimpers, before it popped deeper in her mouth and started squelching down her throat. Then the sounds emerging from Bonnie's mouth sounded more like a wet and tinny glurk, an irregular series of gurgles, and a deep seated moan that vibrated Ron's whole entire cock. An impressive, dick-shaped lump was being forced further and further down Bonnie's throat, as Tara pressed and pulled at her head with unpredictable timing, and a small outpouring of tears were smearing her charcoal colored makeup…
And Ron gently cupped Tara's cheek and stared down into her eyes with a look of approval on his face, as if it was HER that was being face-fucked on his cock and not the woman kneeling to her right. "You're such a good girl Tara, you always go the extra mile."
The clasp of Bonnie's elaborate choker necklace chose that exact moment to snap due to the wrist thick dick that was expanding her long, swanlike neck from within, spilling expensive black gemstones, delicate golden wiring and intricately woven black silk down to the carpet between her thighs.
"I'm so glad you approve," Tara purred up at Ron as she nuzzled her face into Ron's hand and pressed Bonnie's mouth even further down his shaft.
Bonnie was seeing stars at this point because she hadn't breathed in almost a minute, her jaw felt like it might dislocate, and she was being COMPLETELY IGNORED by the man fucking her throat as if she was nothing more than a fleshlight.
And yet… Bonnie Rockwaller didn't feel surprised in the slightest, when her thighs started trembling, her pussy started clenching around her furiously fucking fingers, her core muscles tensed up, her clit exploded with electric sensation, and then a violent, cunt wrenching orgasm rippled throughout every nerve cell that her obscene little sex had to offer. She was a pervert, she was a freak, she was getting exactly what she deserved… and she was getting off on every - single - second of it!
By the time Bonnie's mouth was being yanked off of Ron's dick by the hand fisted in her hair, she was scream/moaning in orgasm and she was swallowing on every last inch of the man's cock with everything that her vibrating throat had to offer. A moment later, when his dick was finally ripped free from her lips, she gasped and hacked and moaned shamefully, as she drew in a lungful of lifesaving oxygen.
And Tara Strongwell started kissing, licking and popping her mouth on and off of Ron's cockhead with the utmost poise, grace and dignity.
"Such a gorgeous little cocksucker," Ron immediately praised as he gently cupped and rubbed Tara's cheek. Such a talented mouth, such an adorable face."
"Yours. I'm your gorgeous little cocksucker," Tara assured as she planted one last sweet little kiss directly on the tip of Ron's cock, and then drew his dick aside to slap Bonnie in the face with it. With an economy of movement made possible by the fact that Bonnie was perfectly cooperative, Tara started repeating the process, scrubbing her best friend's throat down the length of Ron's dick.
And judging by the feverish look of manic arousal on Bonnie's face, paired with the fingers frantically rubbing and pumping between her thighs, the bitchy brunette was perfectly happy to continue.
Now that they'd established a pattern, Tara and Bonnie settled in to work-over Ron's cock like a well-oiled machine, firmly pressing his ass back against the bathroom door as they leaned in against his thighs. Over and over again, Tara would push and then pull Bonnie's mouth up and down Ron's cock half a dozen times in rapid order, until the brunette began wheezing and gurgling for air while pawing weakly at his thighs, Then she would suddenly yank the woman's mouth right off of his dick so that she herself could suckle lovingly on his cockhead and tip.
As the pump pump pass routine that the two girls were repeating became a well-rehearsed performance, Ron's cock was alternatively fucked down a tight and velvety little throat, and then his cockhead was licked and sharply sucked on with an incredible level of precision, all while his balls were massaged atop a pair of fussy hands… It was an ultra-decadent onslaught of throat, mouth and tongue that was driving Ron closer and closer to orgasm with every single second that passed, a situation being made all the more dramatic by the view.
backlit by the moon outside of Bonnie's bedroom window, Tara's blonde hair shown and her skin glowed, and her lacy white lingerie gave her an ethereal quality that wasn't the least bit diminished by the dick in her mouth. At the exact same time, the pale moonlight managed to reveal several irregular tracks of black mascara running down Bonnie's model caliber face, as the face fucking she was recieving caused tears to well up in her eyes. Then again, perhaps the tears were a result of the laser-like intensity with which Bonnie was staring up into his eyes, or the series of sloppy orgasms that were creating a pool of pussy juices between her thighs. Either way, Bonnie looked perverse, obscene, vulgar, and so, so freaking sexy with Ron's massive balls slapping against her chin.
When Tara slammed Bonnie's pillowy lips flush against Ron's pelvis, fully hilting his cock within the woman's skin-tight throat for the very first time, at which point Bonnie immediately started swallowing as hard and fast as she could, Ron's balls immediately tensed up and he knew he was just moments away from cumming. Nevertheless, Ron held off the beginnings of his climax for just a few moments longer because he was fully committed to playing his part. It wasn't until five seconds later, when Tara started twining her tongue around the very tip of his dick that Ron allowed his thighs to start shaking with his imminent release. " Tara.. fuck! You're so good, so sexy, you're going to make me cum."
Right away, both Tara and Bonnie KNEW who it was that had actually driven Ron close to climax (because they'd felt the moment his balls started bucking atop their hands), but Tara still preened over his words as if they were merely common sense. An expression that never left her face even as she forced Bonnie's mouth back around his dick, and started forcing the woman up and down his shaft. "I'm glad I've earned your cum, Ronnie, but that's going to be a problem… While she doesn't actually deserve even a drop of it, if Bonnie's ever going to earn my forgiveness, she's going to need a throat completely flooded with your sperm… Fuck her mouth to completion, baby… Just… grab a hold of that slutty little face of hers, and use her like you own her."
By the time Tara was finished describing what she wanted, Bonnie's eyes were fluttering over lust glazed eyes, a long, guttural moan was massaging the head of Ron's cock, and he was pulling the woman's face right along with him as he stepped away from the door.
Less than three seconds later, when Ron finished dropping to his knees in the middle of the carpet, he had Bonnie on all fours in front of him, with his dick in her mouth and his hands tightly curled around the back of her head. Then Ron was withdrawing his cock from her hard sucking mouth until his cockhead was just barely being held within her tightly pursed lips, and he was thrusting the entire damned thing back inside of her airway with an over-excited growl. "Jesus fucking fuck, Bonbon… You may be disgustingly selfish and self-centered, but your greedy little throat makes you worth the air you breathe… Take my cum, SLUT! Take it all!"
Now that he'd successfully reduced Bonnie to a shivering mass of arousal by pressing hard upon her masochism kink, Ron finally started fucking the woman's mouth in earnest. With a fast-paced series of wet, squelching gurgles interspersed with messy glucking and gagging noises, Ron pumped his cock in and out of the stacked brunette's tight little throat, and yet the woman never broke eye contact with him the whole entire time. She stared up into his eyes as her mouth and lips were dragged like a sleeve along every last inch of his shaft, and the expression on her face could only be described as perfectly, slavishly submissive.
Sexy… It was so, so fucking sexy… and that was BEFORE Tara moved up to Ron's side, unclipped her bra, waved her perfect, milky-white tits back and forth for Ron's enjoyment, and then did the exact same thing for her friend. Soon enough, Bonnie's newly freed tits were swaying underneath her body with every single pump of his cock.
Then it was time… Very suddenly and very understandably, Ron found himself just seconds away from cumming, and delaying it any longer just wasn't in the cards. He felt an impossible to deny electric pleasure lighting up his cock, as his balls tightened up like diamonds, his cumvein expanded, and his lower body tensed. An event made even more intense and immediate when Tara suddenly sidled in between his legs from behind in order to kiss and suck on his balls.
Then it happened. In a moment so erotic he could barely wrap his mind around it, Ron's dick was hilted balls-deep within a notoriously bitchy cheerleader's desperately sucking throat, while a second, alarmingly obsessive cheerleader lovingly suckled on his testicles... and it was waaay too much for him to handle. With a helpless groan of maxed out pleasure and excitement, Ron pulled Bonnie's lips down to the very base of his dick, and then began releasing an explosive amount of cum balls-deep within her esophagus. He came so hard his mouth hung open. He came so hard his entire lower body shook with it.
Cumshot after cumshot expanded Bonnie's gullet as she desperately, frantically swallowed, but her efforts were never going to be enough, and soon enough she was being suffocated by an ultra-thick and sticky throatpie. Even then, Ron continued pumping his dick down her throat half a dozen more times, helping the masochistic pig of a cheerleader finger-fuck herself into an orgasm of her own before yanking his cock free from her mouth. Then he was launching a thick geyser of cum between her newly slack-jawed lips as he grabbed up his cock and aimed it towards her mascara-smeared face. Five rapid-fire cumshots glazed the healthy tan of Bonnie's face an artistic speckled white, before Ron suddenly pulled the woman up onto her knees to do the exact same thing to her massive, slutty tits. In no time at all, thick wads of cum were dribbling sluggishly down Bonnie's absurdly sexy rack, and the visibly euphoric cumslut was squeezing them together to maximize the view.
But Ron's climax wasn't anywhere near finished yet, and at least one of the cheerleaders in the room knew that much from experience…
After somehow, miraculously, waiting for juuuust the right moment to take part in her man's orgasm, a newly supine Tara Strongwell suddenly took a hold of Ron's dick, drew his cockhead down into her wide open mouth, and assured his next cumshot would splash against her tonsils. Of course, the two thick ropes of cum that followed that one finished filling her entire mouth, which Tara was fine with because she was looking to make a scene… Tara wanted to be cum-smeared and caked to perfection, just like her closest friend. She wanted Ron to see her bask in receiving his semen. She wanted him to see the true depths of her… devotion.
Tara Strongwell took cumshot after cumshot to her face, neck and tits, and she moaned her extreme arousal the whole entire time.
During the last few moments of his orgasm, Ron's legs started to wobble underneath him, so he ended up resting his ass atop Tara's nonexistent little belly, with his cock resting within the woman's incredibly soft, gravity defying cleavage. While Ron immediately attempted to rise off of the woman, because he was well-aware that he was a surprisingly heavy man, Tara instantly wrapped her hands around his ass, firmly held him in place, and started licking up the cum that was dripping from his cockhead as if it was the tastiest treat imaginable. A process that was suddenly interrupted, when Bonnie slowly crawled atop her friend's face, and then wiggled her mouth down the entire length of Ron's cum-slathered cock as if she was a python devouring its prey.
When the raw eroticism of Bonnie's actions stopped destroying Ron's ability to think, he immediately decided that Tara was about to get angry at her friend for 'taking what was hers'.
As it turns out, he was wrong…
What Tara did instead, had Ron's cock lurching and bucking within Bonnie's throat, even as the woman's slowly withdrawing lips vacuumed up every ounce of cum from his shaft...
Tara was licking and sweeping all of the cum off of Bonnie's tits with her fingers. She was sucking his seed directly off of her best friend's nipples. She was proving that she could indeed become bisexual in her desire to swallow his cum.
A single moment later, when Bonnie popped her mouth off of Ron's cockhead again, she also proved her willingness to 'cooperate towards mutual goals' with Tara, when she immediately dropped her mouth down towards her best friend's lips, gave the woman a slow-paced, languid kiss, and the two women started exchanging all of the cum that they'd collected from tongue to twining tongue. Soon enough, both women were cleaning each other's bodies in the sexiest way imaginable, and Ron was sitting on the sidelines with a cattle prodded expression upon his face… Tara Strongwell and Bonnie Rockwaller, two of the sexiest women that Ron had EVER met (and he'd gotten around), were kissing each other, licking and sucking upon each other's unbelievably sexy curves, and groping each other's breasts as they fastidiously polished each other's skin.
Ron's cock was officially hard enough to use as a towel rack… "You girls are… close," he finally managed to point out in a breathy little voice.
"We're close friends for the most part," Tara immediately explained. "Bonnie's beautiful enough that she can seduce even a 'mostly' straight woman such as myself, so we've… played around… once or twice in the past, but we're both really into men, so nothing's ever come of it."
"My Tarebear's sexy as fuck, but I'm a huuuge fan of dick," Bonnie seconded while eyeing Ron's cock to accentuate her point.
"We wanted your cum just now, Ronnie. We wanted it bad," Tara furthered while stalking across the mattress in Ron's direction.
"Still do," Bonnie added while crawling to her friend's side.
"Bonnie did a… passable… job at throating herself around your cock, but her punishment isn't finished just yet," Tara continued with a smile on her face that was both happy and low-key sinister. "I shall now deliver the very worst punishment I can possibly think of…"
Even as she said those words, Tara bounced off of the bed to Ron's right, so that she could rifle through one of Bonnie's drawers and pull out a small but unmistakable piece of hardware. Tara Rockwell withdrew a small, egg-shaped vibrator from within a pile of bras and panties, and then moved towards the brunette's computer desk to find herself some tape. Soon enough, Tara was returning to the bed, where she gestured for Bonnie to take off her panties and lay on her back, so that she could begin affixing the vibrator directly to her body.
"Here's what you're going to do, Bonnie," Tara began in a very gentle and melodic little voice that was laced with an unexplainable type of supreme authority. "You're going to watch very, VERY carefully as my Ronnie fucks me into an orgasmic heap of limbs, during which time you are NOT going to touch either yourself or the vibrator taped to your pussy. You will cooperate with every single second of the teasing that you're about to receive, because if you do… I MIGHT persuade Ronnie here to rough-fuck you like the shameless little slut that you are…"
"Yes, yes, I'll do as I'm told, I'll obey," Bonnie gasped out as Tara activated the vibrator taped to her pussylips at full intensity and her thighs immediately started shivering in response.
Unfortunately for Bonnie, the vibrator was just barely grazing her clit, so it wouldn't apply enough stimulation to actually bring the woman to orgasm. What it WOULD do, was drive her right up the wall with unanswered arousal and pent up sexual excitement…
It was perfect.
One thing was becoming more and more obvious with every move that Tara made… The happy and helpful blonde cheerleader was a naturally gifted sadist and dom… Ron was almost as impressed as he was freaked out, but his erection never even wavered…
Not even for a second.
Instead, Ron found himself moving up behind Tara as she leaned in over Bonnie's thighs, so that he could curl his hand around her slim little belly and then pull her fitness model caliber ass flush to his rock-hard cock. As if the two of them had planned it well in advance, Tara's legs widened so that she could straddle Ron's thighs, her ass wiggled and then pressed down into his lap, the bridge of Ron's dick pressed up flush against her sopping wet panties, and Tara's hands curled around the last six inches of his cock.
"Ooooh Ronnie, you're still so hard for me," Tara cooed as she drew his hot and steamy dick even harder against her dripping wet little pussy, milked the remainder of his shaft in slow-paced intimate pumps, and gyrated her ass back and forth atop his thighs. She was currently recreating the lap-dance that she'd provided Ron just a few days earlier, but with one major difference. Even as Tara pumped her hands up and down Ron's heavy slab of cock-meat and rolled her asscheeks down into his lap, she was drawing aside her panties and hotdogging the bridge of his cock with her possessively clenching pussylips. Unlike last time, Tara had zero intention of getting sidetracked by foreplay. Unlike last time, she was immediately going to make a huge production of riding Ron's incredible fucking dick, and she was going to have Bonnie observe every single second of it.