Favor for a Favor Ch. 01

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, 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.

~*~

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 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 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."

"While I was talking to Mike earlier, he told me that you have two term papers, the one you're planning to turn in and a previous version of a different topic."

"Ahhhh, my first draft of the Louisiana Purchase. Well, he's right. He helped me with the paper and was present when I finished my first draft. However, I wasn't happy with the topic and decided to change it," River explained. "Regardless, I still don't know what any of this..."

"Please, I want to buy your paper. Mike implied that the draft was more than good enough." Lacey stated.

"Why would you risk turning in a first draft of anyone's paper?" River asks the very desperate girl.

Sighing, Lacey says, "Michael believes in its current state that Mister Pullman would totally believe that it was something that I would do."

River's response was both instantaneous and explosive, her laughter filling the library.

"Damn it, I'm serious!" Lacey yelled.

"I know," River said, unable to stop laughing. "That's what makes this so funny."

"Please, River, if I don't get a report, I'm not going to graduate," Lacey yelled. "If I don't graduate, my life will be ruined. While I could always go to summer school, my Dad implied that he might make me repeat my senior year. Do you have any idea how humiliating it would be to have to do a fifth year?"

"That would be horrible for you. Imagine all those people that you put down over the years being able to ridicule you because you flunked your senior year and had to repeat it. I'm sure they'd never let you live it down." The raven-haired girl giggled gleefully at the notion.

Lacey's shoulder slumped, and she sighed aloud, "I should've known better to think that you might be willing to help me out," Lacey cried out in defeat. Lacey turns and walks toward the door.

River allows Lacey to make it to within arm's reach of the door before she finally brings her laughter under control. "Lacey, wait... I didn't say no to your request."

This causes the former cheerleader to stop in her tracks. Taking in a breath, she slowly turned around to look at her potential savior. River sees that Lacey must have been holding in her tears towards the end of their conversation, and when she was walking away, she finally allowed them to fall. Lacey wipes her face as her situation might just be turning around.

Lacey sniffles and then asks, "Then you'll sell me the paper?"

"I'm willing to discuss possibly selling it," River replied. Lacey thought about it for a few seconds, then walked back toward the girl who held her future in her hands.

River motions for Lacey to have a seat on the table. When the blonde is seated, Lacey moves beside her and sits silent as she composes her thoughts. Lacey kept staring at the girl who was in complete control of this situation at the moment.

"So as a starting point," River said. "How much are you offering for the report?

While the paper is a first draft, I think the draft should get you at least a C+, possibly a B-minus."

"I was going to pay Mike $50.00 for the paper."

This caused River to laugh out loud again. "$50.00... that hardly seems fair for a paper worth half your semester grade. Are you sure there wasn't something else involved?"

"What do you mean?" Lacey asks, trying to play off the girl's question.

"Well, you may not be aware of this, but Mike is a very close friend. I seem to remember Mike telling me about this hot girl he was helping with her grades." River said, "He told me that this beautiful girl had promised to reward him greatly when he came through. She even gave him a down payment to prove her... sincerity."

Lacey face flushed as River finished speaking. Sighing she says, "All right, I did promise Mike something else for services renderd."

"And what would that be?" River asked.

"Do I really have to say it?" Lacey asked. River grinned wickedly and nodded her head yes.

"Spill it!"

"Okay, I went to the movies with Mike, and while there, I gave him a blow job with the promise of another before he gave me the paper," she admitted. "Are you happy now? What did that accomplish?"

"Well, your little story just helped me establish the value of my term paper," River smiled. "Or at least a starting value, since it stands to reason that my paper would become more valuable just before it's due as opposed to one that would have been ready in advance... Especially to someone who didn't have one at all... wouldn't you say?"

"Ok then... how much do you want for the paper?" A now-annoyed Lacey inquired. She was tired of this cat and mouse game and decided to cut to the chase. River, however, was thoroughly enjoying the game and was not about to let it end so soon.

River taps her chin, as if pondering something. Lace found the wicked expression on her face a bit disconcerting. "You're dating Terry Coleman, right?"

"Yes, I am," Lacey said, wondering why River had asked.

"Knowing your reputation for... making the rounds, I assume you're sleeping with him," River went on.

Lacey suddenly figured out where this was all going. With a wide grin, she said. "Oh yes... Terry's fantastic in bed!"

"Wow, is he that good?"

For the first time since she arrived in the library, Lacey felt as if River might give her what she wanted. If River wanted a night, hell, a weekend with Terry, she would make it happen if it meant getting that paper so she could graduate. River wasn't an unattractive girl. In fact, Lacey had heard guys refer to her as being hot. River might even still be a virgin. Who better to lose her cherry to than the captain of the football team? Lacey could see herself walking the stage and then on a plane to Europe.

"Why don't we just lay our cards on the table?" Lacey said, feeling very good about having the situation turn into a tradeoff.

"You want to call? Ok, why don't you go first?" River replied with a grin.

Lacey smiled for the first time since she arrived. Composing yourself, the cheer captain began by saying, "It's pretty obvious that you want something more than money for that term paper," she began. "That something being a roll in the hay with my boyfriend. " Lacey pauses, her smug demeanor very evident as she prepares to say, "I can arrange that. I will gladly get you laid, in exchange for the term paper."

River had to suppress the Cheshire-like smile threatening to escape. She knew the blonde was far too full of herself to figure out where this was truly going. Still, the school's honor student was determined to let this play out a bit more before revealing her hand.

"Let me see if I understand this correctly," she replied. "In exchange for the first draft of my unused term paper, you will arrange for your boyfriend to spend the night in my bed and rock my world. Is that what you're saying?"

"Exactly," Lacey confirmed with a smile. "Believe me, it's an experience that you won't regret. Like I said, he's fantastic!"

"And you're okay with that?" River asked. "Having your boyfriend sleep with another girl? Just like that?"

Lacey shrugged her shoulders in response. "Sure. While Terry is an amazing fuck, he is a very lackluster boyfriend," she admitted. "I just stayed with him because it looked good to be dating the captain of the football team. I was going to dump him after the prom was over."

"Wow... and you really think Terry would do this for you?" River inquired.

"Of course," Lacey said. "I'm as good a fuck as he is. He does as I ask." Lacey proudly proclaims.

This was music to River's ears.

"So, do we have a deal, River?"

Lacey watches as River hops off the table and walks over to the small window, looking down into the school's courtyard. The library is quiet for a good two to three minutes before River finally says something.

"Do you remember at the start of the school year when some of your minions were spreading rumors about me?" River asks the blonde.

"I don't recall the rumors you're referring to," Lacey lied, hoping River wouldn't know that she was the one who had her friends start saying rumors.

"Oh, I'm sure you do," River insisted as she took a few steps closer to Lacey. "Think about it, your close group of friends that began to tell the girls in the locker room that I was taking a little too long in the showers after gym class, and how they thought I was taking an unnatural interest in the bodies of the other girls as they showered and dressed. Rumors like that are hard to forget."

Lacey did more than remember. She had been the first girl to make this observation and the one who had insisted that her girlfriends spread the stories, regardless of whether they were true or her imagination. At the time, she had thought it was a pretty funny idea. Now, Lacey swallowed hard as she hoped that her rumors wouldn't come back and bite her in the ass.

"Your friends even went so far as to suggest," River said when she was less than a foot away from Lacey. "That I might have..." She paused, closing the distance again, then added in a stage whisper. "Lesbian tendencies."

Oh God, Lacey thought as she imagined the deal she thought worked out minutes before now falling apart over some forgotten prank. She would have to remember that rumor.

"River... I..."

The raven-haired girl held up her hands, stopping the blonde cheerleader from continuing. "I have to be honest with you, Lacey, I really didn't care that your friends were spreading those rumors about me."

"You... you didn't?" Lacey asks in shock and utter surprise.

"Nope... not one bit. Wanna know why?"

Lacey did. She had no idea where this was going, but she was quite curious as to why Lacey didn't care about that horrid rumor.

"I didn't care because, for once, your addle-brained friends weren't spreading lies for once."

"I'm not following you," a confused Lacey stated.

"You don't? It's really very simple." River stated, allowing her Cheshire cat smile to finally appear. "If you want my paper to turn into Mr. Pullman, I don't want to spend time with your low IQ boyfriend, no matter how good he is in bed. I want you! I want your sexy ass in my bed for the weekend."

"What?" Lacey cries out in disbelief.

"Oh yeah! You're going to have to pay that bill with your own mouth and abundant... assets."

To illustrate her point so there is no mistaking what is wanted, River close the distance between them, slipped her left arm around the former cheerleader's waist and placed her left hand firmly on the girl's backside while slipping her right hand between their bodies and grasping the girls E-cup tit. River moans her approval as she caresses the fleshy mound through the material of Lacey's thin blouse. She swears that she feels a spark pass between them as she does.

Lacey's blue eyes fly wide open. She immediately tries to pull herself free from the library aide's grasp. Unable to break her firm hold on her body, the former cheerleader cries out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Mmmm... I'm just checking the merchandise," River smirked. "I once heard a nasty rumor two years ago that a certain popular underclassman was looking to be head cheerleader. As such she decided that she needed a leg up and either was stuffing her bra or paid to get her subpar tits enhanced. It's nice to discover that particular rumor wasn't true."

Lacey continues to struggle in River's grasp before growling in an angry tone. "You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going to let you lay your dyke hands on my body, or spread my legs for you."

"That's fine by me, Lacey," River said, finally releasing the girl. Lacey covers her tits with her arms and moves away from the dark-haired library aide. However, she notes that River's voice remains calm as she says, "I have my term paper to turn in, you don't."

A million different thoughts raced through the blonde's mind at River's recent statement. She tried to reassert her dominance again by saying, "Ok... If you don't give me the paper now, then I will tell everyone about you!" Lacey shot back. "I'll tell everyone that will listen that you are a dyke and that you put the moves on me!"

"Go right ahead," River smiled as she leaned back on the desk. "Even if everyone in the school believed you, graduation is in less than two weeks. After that, I will be going to the school of my choice and start over with a new crop of students. Nothing you say will matter in the grand scheme of things. Meanwhile, you'll be stuck here... either in summer school, or for a fifth year. In that respect, I could live with my name being sullied for two weeks!"

Lacey didn't know what to say. She knew that River was right. In less than two weeks, they would be out of school, and who would care about such trivial things?

"Look, I'll make it a hundred dollars for the report," the dark-haired girl offered. "That's twice what I originally offered Mike."

"If you knew anything about me, you would know that my family is as well off as your family is... maybe more so. As such $100 is just a drop in the bucket in comparison to the real prize... which is your sexy ass."

Lacey's face dropped. There were few times in her life when she had to face the fact that any amount of money couldn't cure her problems.

"Of course, you could always try buying a report off the Internet," River suggested. "Then again, I seem to remember two students trying that last year in Mr. Pullman's class, and they got caught. They not only failed his class, but they were expelled. The two students eventually managed to earn their GEDs. However, by that time, their academic records were tarnished by the cheating, as the reason was on the students' permanent records."

Lacey had already decided against going the route of buying a paper online. One of the students involved in that fiasco lived two doors away from her. Originally, he was planning to go to MIT, but after the incident, he wound up having to settle for going to their local community college.

"I have to think about this," Lacey finally said.

River had to try hard not to smile as she saw the first chink in Lacey's armor appear. It was a chink that she was sure would spread quickly as the deadline grew closer.

"Think about it all you want," River said sympathetically. "I realize it's a big decision, but also realize that the longer it takes you to work it out in your head, the less time you have before the paper is due."

Lacey wasn't sure if she would go through with it, but decided to see what River wanted. "If... if I were to do this... and that's a very big IF... what exactly would I have to do?" Lacey asked, a note of defeat in her tone.

"Since you asked so nicely, it's time for me to finally lay all of my cards on the table," River states. "The price for my paper is as follows: You will arrive at my house tonight at 8:00 sharp. You will spend the next 40 hours with me. That is from 8 Friday night until noon on Sunday." River bluntly informs le blonde. " During that time, you will be my lover, my girlfriend in every way. Doing everything you can to please me sexually. "

River smiles wickedly as Lacey's face goes absolutely pale at the notion of what is being proposed. "Also, during our time together, you have to be an active, enthusiastic participant! You can't just lie there and pretend to be a corpse."

"Are you serious?" Lacey asks. She was starting to think she could do just that. Lay on River's bed and let her have her way as she pretended she was with someone else.

"Yes. If it helps, just think of it as one of your amazing acting performances. For as long as I've known you, you have been in most of our school productions. I've watched your acting performances closely, so I know you can pull this off. Just pretend like you have been a lesbian all your life."

Lacey thinks about it for a moment, and then an idea pops into her head. "Wouldn't it be better if, instead of just 40 hours, we could spend a week or two together. Wouldn't that be a lot more fun than just one weekend?" Lacey suggested.

"Well... I would gladly take you up on that offer, if we had the time, " River countered. "But since we don't, I will have to settle for 40 hours over the course of THIS weekend! After all, you need the report for this coming Monday."

"You could give me the report now, and we could go away later," Lacey said, trying to barter.

River scoffed at the notion. "While I'm sure that has worked for you with many guys in the past, I am not that stupid. I've laid out the terms of the deal, you can take it or leave it!"

Lacey knew she was beaten. River had her number, and if she wanted to graduate on time, this was her price. "Will we be alone?"

"Yes. I'm an only child, and my parents are out of the country on business, so we will have the house all to ourselves. We may go out together, but I would take you somewhere out of the way."

Lacey bites her lip at this.

"Since we have nothing further to discuss, I'll give you until 7:59 PM to make up your mind. At five after eight, I'm going to delete the extra report from my computer and throw the physical copy into the paper shredder."

"Ok." Lacey mumbles.

"I've said my piece; you can go now."

River watches as Lacey turns and begins to walk out of the room. She got to the door and turned back to the River, who called her name again. "One last thing, Lacey, if you're taking me up on my offer, I expect you to be at my house no later than 8 PM, not 8:01. I will have your name on the guest list at the access point to get into my gated community. Also if you do decide to come, wear something hot and bring a few changes of your sluttiest clothes as well as something exotic for a dance club. I'm sure you have plenty of choices in your dresser and closet to choose from."

Lacey quickly flew out of the library without another word. She barely noticed that Celia and Tiffany had remained outside the library, probably hoping to overhear what was being said between herself and their friend.

Once the disgruntled-looking blonde was gone, the two girls quickly made their way back into the library to find out all the juicy gossip from their friend.

"So what did Queen Cunt want from you?" Celia asked.

"Nothing important," River smiled, still stacking books on the shelves. "She wants my help with the history report that's due soon."

"Talk about nerve," Tiffany said. "After the way she and her friends have treated you."

"Yeah," Celia adds, "I'd love to see her treated the way she treats other people. See how she likes it."

Smirking, River says, "You never know, maybe someday you'll get your wish."

Just as they were finished talking, the custodian arrived to lock down the library for the weekend. River collects her things, wishes the kind man a good night and a happy weekend, and the trio makes their way out of the school.

"Oh, by the way, Celia," River said as she and her besties walked towards River's car. "Something's come up, so we're going to have to cancel our study plans for the weekend."

"No problem," Celia replied. "That works out great because Dana Warner asked me if I could help her study for her geometry finals."

River chuckles at her friend's statement. "Geometry or Chemistry?"

Tiffany joins River in laughing as Celia blushes and smacks her friend's arm.

"You have good taste, Celia, but I really don't think she plays for our team."

"A girl can dream, can't she?" Celia stated with a dreamy expression on her face. Celia was as much into girls as River.

Dana Warner was one of Lacey's minions, but unlike the majority of them, Dana was nicer and far less insufferable when away from the other girls in her clique. She was quiet when the others spoke, but would chime in with an answer when prompted. Appearance-wise, Dana reminded the trio of a young Lacey Chabert. River and Celia could easily envision the girls' amazing, well-proportioned figures and slightly tanned skin. Yes, Dana Warner was very dreamy.

River smiled. During their junior year, she and Celia had dated for a while. At first, it had gone along well, but after a few months, it became obvious that River still had a roving eye. Celia, on the other hand, was a one-woman girl who was only looking for Mrs. Right, not Ms. Right now.

"Hey, if it turns out that I'm wrong, no one is going to be happier for you than me," River said as she leaned over and gave Celia a soft, but friendly kiss on her lips.

"It's too bad we never worked out, but I'm glad we are still friends," Celia said as they broke the brief kiss.

"Me too, the best of friends, Celia," River said.

"Spare me," Tiffany faux gags. "I'd tell the two of you to get a room, but you've already done that." Tiffany playfully states. Her two best friends laugh, hug Tiffany, and then plant kisses on her cheek, causing her to blush. The tiro arrives at River's car and prepares to drive off the school grounds for the weekend.

Tiffany informs her friends she is going to pick up her prom dress tonight, but sulks that she never found a date. Her bestie tells he to keep her fingers crossed, as a guy might seek her out before the dance is here.

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It was 5:45 in the evening, and Lacey Madsen was sitting at the end of her bed in her worn bra and panties, still trying to decide if she was going to sell her body for Rivers' term paper. In the grand scheme of things, there really wasn't much of a choice, but she liked to think that she still had some options.

At one point, she had considered trying to bribe Mr. Pullman with money or something more substantial to try to pass his class. As disheartening as the idea of offering to suck off the fifty-year-old teacher was, even more so was the certain belief that he would turn her down. Word around school was that her teacher had been a bachelor all his life, and Lacey had once heard some of the female teachers say that the man had absolutely no interest in sex, at least with women. Having long become accustomed to the pleasure of the flesh, Lacey couldn't conceive of a life without sex, unless maybe he was a eunuch.

With that option tossed out the window, she once again considered bribery. However, she quickly disregarded that as well as even if she could meet whatever his demands might be, Lacey doubted there was enough money in her savings account to buy him off. Even if there was, that would mean there would be nothing left in her savings for her trip to Europe, which would render going almost pointless, as she would have no money to spend abroad.

Left with no other alternatives, Lacey decided to bite the bullet and go through with River's demands. Sighing aloud, she gets up and proceeds to her closet to collect her overnight bag and pack enough clothes for the weekend as well as her outfit for tonight.

It took Lacey almost an hour to decide what outfit River would consider hot and slutty enough For whatever she had planned. For tonight, Lacey chose her shortest black leather skirt. The skirt was so short that you could almost make out the bottom of her panties. As it was warm outside, she had selected a white sleeveless button-up blouse and opted not to wear a bra. After slipping into her blouse, she left it untucked and began fastening the buttons until she reached the button between her breasts.

Content that River would be pleased with the image that she selected two more sleeveless button-up blouses, two micro-skirts that would go with them, and on the off chance they went to a club, she brought her skimpiest, most transparent Halter crisscross cutout mini-dress. It was tan, which, with her current complexion, made it look as if she was walking around naked. This dress has gotten her tons of free drinks, many gifts from male admirers, and even a few marriage proposals from older gentlemen.

Sensing that she wouldn't be wearing lingerie very much, Lacey opted to only bring the one pair of panties that she picked to wear with her hot outfit. Once she was ready to go, Lacey collected her overcoat and slipped into it to conceal her sexy appearance from would-be gawkers. Lacey looks at her phone and sees the time is 7:30 PM, and right on queue, Lacey's phone chimes, indicating that the Uber she had hired to drive her to her destination had arrived. Grabbing her bag, she makes her way out of her room, down the stairs, and out the door to go meet her destiny.

Lacey looked at her watch. The time is 7:45 as she is stepping out of the Uber in front of the checkpoint where River lives. Normally, Lacey would have driven herself, but her father her car keys.

"Wow, this is a very nice neighborhood," Lacey mumbles aloud. She had never been to this particular neighborhood as none of her friends lived here. Looking around, she noted that all of the houses looked nice. Of course, nice was an understatement.

Lacey knew from conversations with her mother that River's parents were both well-paid professional business executives. They worked for a big-name company in international acquisitions. As such, their family lived in a very luxurious complex. As well off as Lacey's parents were, they weren't gated community successful. Lacey walked up to the security checkpoint at the gates, where the on-duty guard checked and verified if she was on the expected visitor list.

Lacey showed her driver's license and informed the guard who she was here to see. Taking the ID the older man checked and found her name beside the Scott family residence. If the guard took notice that Lacey was wearing a long overcoat on this warm night, he didn't show it. Fortunately, it wasn't too hot outside to wear the overcoat as Lacey would just die if anyone, she knew, either living here or driving by as she stood at the checkpoint, saw her in the outfit she had on under her coat.

After being buzzed through, Lacey moves with purpose toward the house the guard directed her to. River's home was two blocks straight ahead and was in the rear center of the gated community. Lacey had no trouble finding it as it was the only house within 100 feet in both directions. Lacey readied herself mentally, remembering she had to act like a full-blooded lezbo before reaching the front door with a few minutes to spare. Now in character, Lacey rang the doorbell and waited to begin her weekend of torment and debauchery.

Lacey can hear approaching footsteps, and at the last moment, she recalls her boyfriend saying that he always loved walking up to her and seeing her goods on display. Hearing River disengaging the lock, Lacey quickly removes her overcoat, draping it over her arm so that she gives River both barrels as soon as her hostess sees her.

River opens her front door and smiles at the sight before her. As the studious lesbian takes in the sexy cheerleader's impressive appearance, Lacey does the same. River is adorned in a very sheer purple silk robe. The robe in question covers her torso and then travels down to the girl's mid-thigh. The robe, while tied, is open just enough for Lacey to guess that her hostess was more than likely not wearing anything underneath it. River's dark hair was once again pinned up in a bun but this time it was with two Japanese hairpins.

Before anyone can say a word, the large wall clock behind River chimed at the top of the hour. The tall, dark-haired girl glanced over her shoulder to note it was exactly eight.

"Congratulations on both being very prompt and for your incredibly hot ensemble." River said as she turned back to the girl at her doorstep, "I have to give you credit, that outfit is a very hot! You certainly outdid yourself, but then again, I would expect no less from our school's most popular girl and resident fashionista."

The smile on River's face irritated Lacey to no end. Even more so was the fact that she hadn't told her to come in yet. Was she waiting until someone saw her standing out on the walk, dressed like a common street walker trying to get paid?

"May I come in?" Lacey finally asked.

"Not yet," River replied unexpectedly. "I just want to clarify the ground rules before we begin."

"Ok..."

"When you walk past this door, the deal begins. I expect you to play according to the established rules. Are we clear?"

Lacey forces herself to say, "Yes."

"If you break the rules at any time before noon on Sunday, then our deal is off. Is that also clear?"

It took a burst of willpower for Lacey not to tell River to go fuck herself. How dare she treat her this way? Then Lacey had to remind herself that her entire future was riding on this deal. She also realized that River was treating her no differently than she had treated so many other guys and girls in her life. That old saying is true; Karma and Payback are a bitch.

"I understand," she reluctantly agrees.

With the door still wide open for anyone passing by to see, River moves aside and allows Lacey entrance to her home. Lacey enters, but before she can clear the door, River blocks her path with her arm. She then presses Lacey firmly against the front door. Unable to move, the former cheerleader can only watch as the raven-haired beauty moves in and captures the blonde's lips in a very heated kiss. Lacey is momentarily petrified, but remembering the terms of the deal quickly relents and gives in to the other girl.

"Mmmm... I'm always happy to see my girlfriend." River declares. "Please come on in, lover."

River releases Lacey from her grasp, and once the blonde girl has strode into her foyer, she closes and locks the door behind them. The school valedictorian takes the former cheerleader's overcoat and hangs it on the coat hanger in the hall. She then takes the blonde's hand, steps in close to Lacey and kisses her again. Unlike their first slip lock, this was a brief kiss.

"Would you care for a drink?" River asked as she led her guest into a large living room.

"Definitely," Lacey replies, feeling a bit out of breath after River's first kiss.

River leads her girlfriend through the house and then outside to her humongous backyard. The blonde is instantly jealous that River has a large swimming pool with a diving board, a pool house, a full bar, and even a jacuzzi built into the ground of her backyard.

River steps behind a small bar and asks, "Is white wine okay or would you prefer something a little stronger?"

Lacey considered asking for something a lot stronger. Anything to make this night easier. Then she reconsidered, deciding there was such a thing as being too loose. "White wine is fine."

River proceeds to pull out a bottle of wine that was stored in the small refrigerator beneath the bar and pour two flutes, one for each of them.

"Here you go, sweetie." River smiled as she handed Lacey her glass of wine.

Lacey takes the flute and takes a large drink. It was much too fast, as in her haste to loosen up, she swallowed it down the wrong pipe and immediately choked.

"Easy, Lacey," River cautioned. "I wouldn't want you to choke... Although it would be fun to have to give you mouth-to-mouth," she added with a grin.

The not-so-subtle innuendo is not lost upon the blonde, who is used to being the one throwing barbs as opposed to receiving them. Most girls in their school just take the barbs she throws as they don't dare risk her wrath. River, on the other hand, has always given as well as she got. With graduation so soon, she knows there's absolutely nothing that Lacey could do to her at this point in time.

Once she has recovered, Lace takes a small sip of the sweet white wine. She then asks her hostess, "So what do you have in store for me this evening?"

"Tonight is a mixed bag of events. The severity of which is determined by whether you do as I say, when I say, without question. If you do everything as instructed during the first part, I will go considerably easier on you when we arrive at the second part. If you don't do what I say, especially when we get to part two, you can leave tonight without any hope of getting the term paper. Are we clear?"

"Clear as crystal."

Walking over to the bar, River turns on the stereo. Once it is fired up, she sets the system to auxiliary sound and then pulls out the auxiliary cable and connects it to her cell phone. River pulls up the playlist she created specifically for tonight and presses play.

"Ok, sweetie, finish your drink and then start showing me your dance moves."

Lacey does as she was told and, upon finishing her drink, she puts the glass flute on the bar and moves between the bar and the pool. She begins to sway to the song. Having danced all her youth, and made appearances at every school dance, important party, and traveled the club scene, Lacey knew how to dance with the best of them.

River props herself on one of her father's bar stools and watches the prettiest girl in school sway to the music. From her view behind the bar, Lacey is unaware that River's parents have 4K video cameras stationed for security purposes around the pool area. River has transferred the security feeds to her laptop and is recording this performance. She lets Lacey dance for about 15 minutes before she pauses the music.

"You have moves, girlfriend... now we see if you are capable of following orders without question."

"When I start the music this time, you will remain focused on me, and you will begin performing a sexy striptease for your audience of one."

Lacey knew that this was coming, not so much the striptease, but she knew she was going to be forced out of her clothes. Truth be known, she expected to be told to strip the moment she walked through the door. Not wanting to antagonize her hostess, Lacey acknowledges with a simple nod.

River switches to a new playlist and presses play. This music is more in tune with music found in strip clubs. Lacey slowly begins to move to the music, running her hands over her well-sculpted body. The first thing she begins to take off is her skirt. She masterfully lowers the zipper and then, as her hostess watches intently, she manages to slide the almost skin-tight skirt from her hips and lets it fall to the ground without missing a beat.

River groans at the sight before her. As soon as the skirt touched the ground, Lacey did a 180-degree spin and presented her almost naked backside to Rivers' hungry eyes. While Lacey has panties on, she has opted to wear black G-string panties. The former head cheerleader sways her hips from side to side as she moves to the music in a sexy manner. Lacey's movements have River completely mesmerized. The blonde continues to tantalize her raven-haired hostess until she hears the song winding down. Lacey decides to speed up her movements and deftly manages to stretch the strings at her hips, and as the song begins to fade into a new fast tune, Lacey puts her legs together and lets her G-string fall to the ground at her feet.

As the new song begins, Lacey steps out of her panties, spins around, swaying her body, and begins to slowly unfasten the buttons of her blouse from bottom to top. River bites her lower lip with each button that comes undone. While she has spent every weekday of this school year in the girls' locker room with this goddess watching her undress, change, shower, and redress, she has not been able to give the blonde girl A proper assessment of her gorgeous body until now.

Even though she has been a grade A cunt for the past four years, River would be hard pressed to admit that she has been lusting after Lacey all that time. The power her spare term paper has given her is helping her fulfill her wildest dreams. River returns her focus to Lacey, who now only has one button remaining. The blonde unfastens it but holds her blouse crisscrossed in front of her chest..

River is about to say something when Lacey pulls her blouse open revealing the two most spectacular natural tits that Tiver has ever seen in her life. The blonde cheerleader tosses her blouse to the side and resumes her sexy dance. Her hostess is completely enraptured by the performance she is putting on, and for the first time this evening, Lacey feels like she has some semblance of power in this situation, no matter how minuscule. When the song ends, Lacey stops moving as she realizes it is not transitioning into another song.

From behind the bar, River pulls out and sets up an iPad for her guest. Lacey is perplexed until the iPad suddenly opens up an application, and text begins to appear for the blonde cheerleader to read.

When the music starts, you will saunter over to the deep end of the pool.

You will climb the diving board and gracefully dive in and swim across the entire length of the pool.

You will then slowly begin to exit the pool, tossing your hair backwards, and walking out looking like a supermodel.

The next thing that pops up on the screen is the word "Go!"

Not bothering to say a word, Lacey saunters around the edge of the pool until she is on the opposite side. She slowly makes her way up the steps of the diving board, then casually walks towards the end and jumps up, and vaults into the pool with the grace of a professional diver. While she was never professionally trained, Lacey has always been captivated by the sport and has practiced diving in her friend's pools ever since she was little. The blonde bombshell follows her instructions to the letter, and soon she is tossing her hair back as she slowly, majestically, exits the pool.

"Bravo!" River says, praising her guest's performance. By the time Lacey is exiting the pool, the sun is beginning to set, and a cool breeze blows in. The blonde crosses her arms over the front of her large breasts and rubs her shoulders to try to warm herself.

"Hmmm... It's getting cold, we need to warm you up." River graciously states. "After all, it wouldn't do for you to get sick before the weekend is over, would it?"

Normally, Lacey would reply with something catty, but she decides against it as it might annoy her hostess and thus get her kicked out. River offers the girl her hand, who manages to take it as she continues to conceal her breasts to try to keep her body temperature up. River wraps her arm around the girl's waist and begins to lead her back to the opposite end of the pool toward her family's pool house.

"Wha... why not... your house?" Lacey asks through chattering teeth.

"Sweetie, you're dripping wet," River informs the girl. "You need to wash up first and then dry off. Once you're dry, I can give you a robe for when we go back inside my house."

The two girls quickly make their way to the pool house, which, fortunately for Lacey, is already preheated. The girl sighs at the warmth then says,"Mmmm... It feels so nice in here."

"Yeah, the pool house is temperature-controlled," River informs her companion. "Once the temperature outside starts to dip below the preset limit, the heat inside goes on."

River then leads her guest to the shower room. "Help yourself with the shower, but don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you in the next room."

Lacey reached for the shower knob but paused for a moment, as she suddenly felt very self-conscious.

"This is silly," Lacey mutters to herself, "River sees me naked in the locker room and shower every day for gym class."

Of course, the difference this time was that in the school showers, River wasn't looking at her with lust in her eyes. Then, realizing where she was, Lacey realizes that the girl has been doing so in a very subtle fashion. Clearing her head, Lacey turns on the water, which warms up surprisingly fast. When the temperature is at her desired setting, the blonde steps under the showerhead, wondering when River will reappear and start gawking at her.

To her surprise, the raven-haired beauty left her alone and never returned. As she showered, Lacey was surprised to realize that so far, River hadn't forced her to do anything very unpleasant. She had done similar things for guys in the past for treats, so this wasn't a big deal for an important paper. Lacey found some shampoo that she could use to wash the chlorine out of her hair. Lacey makes sure to do a good job, and after thoroughly rinsing out her hair, she turns off the water and dries herself off with the provided towels. Once done, she's tempted to grab one and wrap it around her chest but quickly realizes that River will expect her to drop it the moment she walks into her room, so she just joins her hostess au naturel.

"I can see why you're so sought after by the guys, you really are the most stunning girl in our school," River states, praising the girl's looks again.

Lacey is surprised when she feels herself blushing at the girl's compliment. She doesn't know why she does this, maybe because she finds it odd that she's so appealing to someone of the same sex.

Lacey looks to the left of her hostess and notices that she has a very large paddle, which looks like something that she saw in the movie Animal House. She suddenly flashes back to the scene where the fraternity boys are paddling the initiate's bottom with it. Seeing where the blonde eyes have gone, River picks up the paddle in taps it in her left hand. "See this?"

Lacey can't help but nod. A sense of dread and foreboding passes through her body.

"I bought it just for tonight to use on you." Lacey swallows hard at River's statement.

"This is what I would have used on you if you had given me any trouble during part one." River takes the paddle and walks over and places it in the closet. "Since you were such a good girl and did everything as I said, when I said, I will not be using it tonight."

A sense of relief washed over Lacey. Of course, the word tonight was not lost upon her. She quickly realizes that she had better not give her hostess cause to use that large wooden paddle, which looked more like a cricket bat. River then returns to her seat on the bed and produces a much smaller paddle. It, too, is made of wood but by no means as thick or as large as the previous one.

"The last thing we are going to do tonight before we retire is that I'm going to punish you for four years of abject cruelty to myself, my friends, and anyone else that you deemed unworthy." River informs Lacey. "Now, I want you to lay across my legs, putting your asses up as high as you can on my right side, and you will allow me to punish you for as long as I deem necessary."

Lacey was absolutely terrified at this prospect. In her entire life, her parents have never spanked her. Well, she has occasionally been slapped on the assets by her teammates and the occasional guy, but she has never been spanked as a punishment.

"I... I..." Lacey starts to say. She is very hesitant to go through with this.

"Ohhh... and you were doing so well..." River says in an admonishing tone. "I guess we will..."

Realizing that River is about to call off the deal, and realizing that everything she has done up until now will have been all for naught, Lacey quickly takes a step forward.

With great trepidation, she moves to the right side of River and, without any hesitation, assumes the position she was ordered to take.

"Now that's my good girlfriend," River says. Once Lacey is bent over, ass propped up as high as she can, she steadies herself for the beating she is about to incur.

River shivers at the soft feel of the blonde's body now pressed against her own equally naked flesh. She gently rubs her hand along the girl's spine, toward her bubbly backside. "Mmmm... your body's amazing. I know trophy wives that have paid a fortune to make their bodies this amazing."

River's soft intimate touch causes goosebumps to form on Lacey's body. River pulls out her phone, places it where the small paddle once was, and clicks on the stopwatch app to get it ready. River reaches further back and pulls out a rod as long as her hand.

"You may wanna bite down on this until you get used to the paddling."

Lacey takes the rod and places it within her mouth. She hears the digital chime indicating that River has started the countdown. Within 5 seconds, her bottom is immediately struck in a very hard manner by the paddle. Lacey groans and then bites down hard on the rod. She clenches her jaw tight as her hostess begins raining down heavy swats on each of her bubbly ass cheeks. Tears form in her eyes, and then begin to fall freely down the blonde's face.

"Does that hurt Lacey? Does it? I want you to remember this sensation as I'm sure on more than one occasion, some girl somewhere ran home and cried their hearts out after you and your cliquie ridiculed, insulted, belittled, or just plain ruined their lives!"

River's words sting Lacey as much as the paddle is her butt. While she never thought about her actions before, she could easily remember laughing at girls who ran away crying after she and her friends verbally destroyed them for one reason or another.

"Just so you know, I'll be generous. I figure that 40 minutes of hard swatting is what you deserve for four years of pain and suffering that you've inflicted upon others. That's 10 minutes for each year you've been in high school."

Lacey wanted to die. River had placed her phone where she could see it and saw that after only thirty swats that less than 3 minutes had passed. Her ass was already severely stinging, and the raven-haired girl showed no signs of any sympathy, or of slowing down the pace, or the intensity of her swats. Lacey just lowered her head and continued to bite down on the rod in her mouth as her hostess laid into her.

At some point in time, Lacey's bottom went numb, and her mind went blank. She feels the rod that she was biting down on fall from her mouth, and all of a sudden, as the paddle strikes her backside, e she moans pleasurably as River's paddle connects with her bottom.

"What's this? Is someone turned on by this?" River inquisitively asks.

Lacey is surprised when the dark-haired girl stops her paddling and the timer. Looking down, the vindictive, soon-to-be valedictorian sees that only five minutes remain of Lacey's punishment time. As such, River lowers the wooden paddle. She decides to see how tender Lacey's butt is and gently places her hand on Lacey's backside.

The blonde hisses and winces as her ass is very tender from the constant swatting from the last thirty-five minutes. She then gasps aloud when her hostess's fingers dipped into her quim and finds that it is gushing vaginal fluid.

"My, my, someone likes being punished."

Lacey says nothing but inside she is mortified by this declaration, or at least she would be if it didn't feel so amazing to have the girl's fingers inside her slit. River begins to slowly feed her fingers in and out of the former cheerleaders soaked cunt. Lacey hisses her approval as River leans down and begins peppering soft kisses on her blistered butt.

"Ok bitch... On your knees at the end of the bed." River forcefully orders the girl.

Lacey has a hard time moving after the pounding her bottom received. She tentatively manages to lower herself into a kneeling position while managing to keep pressure off her bruised bottom. River reached for a small box that was located near the wooden paddle. The blonde watches as her hostess opens the box and reveals a large gold medallion attached to a choker.

"It is now 10 PM. For the next 38 hours, you will wear this unless I permit you to take it off. Is that clear?" A very stern-looking River asks the blonde.

Wiping the residual tears from her eyes and face, Lacey nods her head in acknowledgement.

Before removing the medallion from the box, Lacey shows the engraved sigil to the girl. "That is my family crest. Anyone who knows me and my parents will know that it belongs to us."

Lacey doesn't quite comprehend where this is going.

"Flip it over."

Lacey does as she's ordered, and inscribed on the back of the medallion are the words "Property of River Scott".

"You belong to me for the next 38 hours, and this medallion will indicate that without having to be shown the back. That inscription is purely for you."

Defeated, Lacey nods before allowing her hostess to remove the medallion and choker from the box, and place it around her neck.

"Come, Lacey, you've had a long day, and you need your rest because we have an even a bigger day ahead of us tomorrow."

River stands up and helps the wounded blonde to her feet. The two girls exit the pool house and make their way into Rivers' home. Normally, Lacey would take the time to look at her surroundings, but her bottom is hurting so badly that all she wants to do is lie down on her stomach and go to bed. The wounded blonde hopes that she can remain still and not roll onto her backside in her sleep as she tends to do.

In no time, River has led Lacey to her large bedroom, and the girl instructs her guests to lay face down on her king-sized bed. Lacey is almost dumb enough to ask why, but quickly remembers her place and does as she's told. Following her hostess's path, she watches as the girl collects a jar of Vaseline. "I'm sure you won't mind if I apply this myself."

Lacey is so sore she couldn't care less now what the raven-haired girl does as long as it isn't swatting her bottom with a paddle or something as rigid. Lacey can't help but moan her approval as River applies copious amounts of the petroleum-based gel to her sore ass. When she is done, River steps into a room adjacent to hers, and Lacey can hear running water. Was Lacey in a better state of mind, she would be immensely jealous that her hostess has an attached bathroom while she has to share a bathroom with her younger sister Jenna, which is located in the hallway and isn't even attached to their rooms.

Lacey loses track of time while River is gone. When the girl returns, the wounded cheerleader discovers her hostess took the time to disrobe again and is now as naked as she is. She is far too out of it to properly assess the girl.

River pulls the covers out from underneath Lacey, slips into bed, and instructs the blonde to snuggle up to her. Lacey gingerly moves over and melds her body into River's. The raven-haried beauty intertwined their legs and mashes Lacey's large tits into her own. She lifts the blonde's chin up, and when they are face to face, she leans in and kisses her deeply. Lacey gasps when River slips her tongue between her lips for the first time. Until now all their kisses have been closed mouthed.

River's tongue immediately sought out and quickly finds Lacey's. The wounded blonde submissively relents to the other girl's desires. Rivers right hand comes up and claims the former cheerleaders tit. She fondles it, as if trying to memorize the feel for the rest of her days.

Eventually, she breaks off the kiss, and Lacey is panting loudly for air.

"Mmmm... sleep tight, sweet Lacey, for tomorrow is another fun-filled, adventurous day."

Lacey shudders in the girl's arms as she closes her eyes. The last coherent thought she has is that if this is what tonight was like, what horrible things is River going to put her through tomorrow?

~ To Be Continued ~