"Why did you skip class this morning?  You know they're cracking down. It's
that financial thing and the new incentive program for administrators. It's
making them crazy about having all of us in school now.  I could only cover
for you for second period."  Brenda's friend, Lauren, explained.

"Thanks Lauren, you're a pal.  I've got to get to practice.  I'll call you
tonight."  Brenda said, as she broke into a jog down the hall to the locker
room.

She hurried into her sweatshirt, shorts, tennies, and ran out to practice
onto the basketball court with her squad.  She filled into line just in
time for calisthenics with only the briefest glares from Ms. Lambert, her
coach.  She acted a bit distracted during practice thinking about Vanessa
and what further contact with her could mean, prompting Ms. Lambert to call
her aside at the end of practice.

"Brenda, can you meet me in my office for a few minutes?"

"Yes Ms. Lambert."  Brenda answered questioningly.

"Why don't you sit here. . . Is everything okay?"  Linda Lee Lambert, the
twenty-eight year old coach, said with concern.  "I chose you for this
squad because you have a spirit to match your good looks and ability.
Cheerleaders are spirit leaders and we have to work together to keep the
spirit up among us.  I picked you out over an upper-class student because I
have faith in you.  I'm not the same as a classroom teacher, I want you
girls to feel like you can talk to me about anything, anything at all.  I
want to be involved, to help when 
I can in solving whatever problems that weigh on your spirits."  Ms.
Lambert said, walking around Brenda, touching the back of her chair as she
passed behind her.  "Something is eating you.  Let me help."

"I'm just week-end lagged.  It was very active and at times stressful. A
good night's sleep tonight and I'll be fine tomorrow."  Brenda responded.

"I'll watch for that."  Ms. Lambert said,  "Just remember that I care about
you."

"Yes Ms. Lambert."  Brenda said making an exit.  "See you tomorrow."

"What did she nab you for?"  A senior, Corey, asked as Brenda was changing
by her locker.

"Oh, she just singled me out to tell me she wanted to 'help with what was
supposedly eating me'."  Brenda said.

Corey burst out laughing.  Brenda looked at her like she was crazy. "What?
What?"

"She probably wants to take the place of 'what's eating you', more like
it."  You'll find that she'll have those conversations with you while
you're showering, when she thinks she can get away with it. Julie caught
her ogling her behind when she looked back from drying the tops of her
feet."

"You're nuts.  She probably took an isolated moment and made it awkward by
her interpretation of it, and now Lambert is branded for life at this
school."  Brenda defended.

"You just want to defend her because you like her, and because she picked
you for the open spot.  Give it time, you'll see for yourself." Corey said
as she was leaving.

Brenda thought, "I'm the last one out.  I'll just skip the shower today."

Outside the school, Ronnie and Rosemary were waiting for Brenda to give her
a ride.  "What took you so long today?"  Rosemary said, as Brenda got into
the car.

"Miss Linda Lee held me over for a talk."  Brenda excused.  "By the way,
what do you guys think of Lambert anyway.  Ronnie?"

"I think she is cool, with it.  She can get down."  Ronnie responded.

"And you Rose?"

"Gee Brenda, I don't really know her at all.  I've never been athletic like
you.  I had Wilson for P.E."  Rosemary replied.  "Why are you asking?"
 
"No reason."

"Thanks for the ride Roe.  See ya Ron."

Once inside, Brenda's thoughts went back to Vanessa, the photographs, and
what might she be capable of doing with them.  "Mom won't be in town for
two days, what good would she be anyway, she wouldn't understand.  I can't
talk to dad about it, oh god no.  I can't let any family or friends know,
my life would be ruined if they found out about the weekend.  Who could I
talk to about this . . .?  Who. . .?"

By default, Brenda decided to take the bus to the pharmacy and try to catch
Paul, without Vanessa around.  When she got to the edge of the pharmacy,
she peered into the store as covertly as possible.  She didn't want to draw
attention to herself for the people outside and certainly didn't want to
Vanessa to catch her if she was still around. She saw a tall figure slip
behind an aisle before she could get a positive identification.  She
waited, she looked, and waited some more, then Paul came to the front of
the store and reached up for something on a shelf that was above the window
inside.  Brenda tapped on the window and waved to Paul to come outside.  He
saw her and shook his head, as he looked around to see of anybody saw him.
Brenda tried again, this time showing her genuine sense of urgency.  Paul
turned and handed a box to somebody directly behind him and stood blocking
their view of Brenda until that person retreated back into the store. Then
he made a motion with his face and hands for her to meet him around back.

Moments later he appeared outside where Brenda waited fretfully.  "I can't
talk to you.  I can't be seen with you.  I gave my word to Donna." 

"Listen, you left some film of me in the machine.  Vanessa found it this
morning, and she is intending to make my life a living hell. You've got to
do something."

"First off, you came to me with that film for me to do you a favor, and
second, we both forgot the film.  You were there too.  Don't pin this on
me."

"Vanessa works for you.  You've got to be able to do something."  Paul
started looking sheepishly at the ground.  "Oh no, she has something on you
too, doesn't she?"

Paul's face and demeanor gave a definite "Yes."  "Look, I've got to get
back to work.  We can't be seeing each other.  As much as I like you and
think you're hot, it has to end right here.  Okay? . . . See ya."  Paul
said as he went back into the store.

Brenda stood with her hands in her pockets facing the employees' cars
taking a few deep breaths, some to fight back tears, and others to fight
the urge to feel sorry for herself.  With one last deep breath she took a
stride to leave, as the door opened again.  Brenda turned with hopefulness
to greet Paul, who having thought about it . . . "Oh you are so good.  You
definitely get points for deciding to meet me here on your own, without my
having to hunt you down.  You also get points for the boys.  They each said
it was great, but clamed up on the details.  Maybe you'll fill me in."
Vanessa said, putting her hand inside Brenda's arm and turning her toward
her car.  "Can I give you a lift?"

"No, I . . ."

"Of course I can.  Over here."  Then once inside the car, Vanessa started
the conversation again.  "Since you've been so cooperative this far, Girl,
I'm going to tell it to you like it is.  You see, I haven't really been
harboring a lot of emotion against you over the school thing, really.  I
was pissed; I still am I suppose, but I kind'a like you too.  I am really
upset that Lambert likes you better than me, though.  I thought she and I
were connecting, until you came along. My battle is with her.  You've just
fallen into my bait bucket, and I'm going to make you wiggle on that hook
so temptingly that Lambert will bite.  Once I have Lambert, you're off the
hook.  See?"

"Wha�, what do you want Me to do?"  Brenda asked shocked, as she scooted
around in her seat to look more directly at Vanessa with alarm in her eyes.

"Just whatever I ask, whenever I ask it, no questions, no lip, no delay,
you got it?"

"What are you going to ask me to do?"

"Now there you go already.  The first thing I said was 'no questions'.
You're just going to have to listen more carefully, or you'll be making
this very unpleasant for yourself.  Now where do you live?"

"Oh here's fine.  I can get myself home from here."

"There you go again.  I didn't ask you if you wanted me to take you home, I
asked you specifically, 'where do you live.'  You see it is really very
simple when you listen to what I am saying.  Now, for the last time that I
am willing to tolerate this behavior without penalty, where do you live?"

"Turn two blocks ahead to the right, I'll show you."  Brenda said with fear
and defeat in her voice.

"This is your place?"  Vanessa asked impressed.

"Yes."  Brenda responded, trying to fit the pieces of the Vanessa puzzle
together.

"Show me your room."

"Wha . . .?"

"Was that a question coming out?"

"No, just an expression of surprise."

"That's better. . . So this is your room.  Cute.  Lots of pictures of you I
see."

"I'm beginning to do some modeling."

"Yeah, for seat covers and wipes no doubt from what I've seen." Vanessa
said laughing out the words, snidely.

Vanessa went through her drawers and set aside items, tossing the balance
back into the drawers.  Then she went to the closet and started riffling
through the pieces.  "Is this all you've got?"  She said as she turned with
her hands on her hips.  Brenda nodded.  "Well, we'll just have to make do
with this then."  Vanessa said, and went back for a second look. 

With her back to Brenda she said, "Okay, off with your clothes."

"But . . ."

"What's that? No lip, no questions, no delay.  When I turn around you'd
better be naked and ready.  We're going to do a little 'modeling' right
now."

Brenda hurriedly removed her clothes.  She didn't want to test Vanessa's
resolve right here.  She was waiting with her hands clasped at her mound
when Vanessa turned to view the sight.  "I got to hand it to you, you did
get a nice package in the line for handing out the bodies." 

Brenda looked down embarrassed.  Vanessa approached her with a few things
tucked in around her forearms, put the things on the bed, and reached out
and cupped a breast.  Brenda's instinct was to back away, but she caught
herself, figuring it would only make things worse. Vanessa moved in front
and took one breast in each hand looking alternately between the
magnificent firm fruits she was squeezing and Brenda's eyes. 

"How does this feel when I do this to you?"

"It feels unnatural.  Must you do it?"

"I'll ignore that question, this time.  Would it be any different if say,
Paul were doing this right now?"

"There is nothing between Paul and me.  He is engaged to be married."

"We all know how 'engaged' he really is.  The point is, if you didn't know
who was doing this to you, would you like the way it feels?"

Brenda closed her eyes in an earnest effort to respond cooperatively. "I
suppose so, if I really didn't know, like say, a machine was doing it."

"Are you planning on making it difficult for me to make my point, because I
could do this a different way." Alarm swept over Brenda again.  "Now, put
your hands on my shoulders.  That's it.  Now, spread your legs."  Vanessa
placed her left hand on Brenda's hip and her other along her shaved pussy.

Brenda closed her eyes shut tight from embarrassment, as Vanessa started
movements designed for only one thing, to get an unwilling subject past the
point of resisting.  Brenda opened her eyes and looked down at Vanessa's
assault, when she realized that she was lubricating against her own will.
Her brow knit with worry, as she looked at Vanessa out of the top corner of
her eyes while aiming them at Vanessa's upper chest.  She started an
involuntary undulation of her hips at once trying to avoid and then
intercept the skilled fingers, while Vanessa danced them knowingly around
Brenda's sex.  "Oh god no."  Brenda exclaimed in surrender to the desire to
be brought to a conclusion.

"Okay." Vanessa said flippantly, as she took her hand away, smelled
Brenda's scent on her fingers, sat down on the edge of the bed licking
them, as she watched Brenda still reaching out in front breathing deeply,
lunging her hips forward and back in the air absentmindedly in a bow legged
stance, until she realized she had been stroked by a phantom.  There sat
Vanessa leaning back on one arm, legs crossed, licking her fingers clean,
watching her, with a wicked smile on her face.

"What was that all about?"  Brenda said brazenly from frustration.

"You told me to stop.  I respect that."

Brenda took the humiliation in a stupor, arms hanging down in front like a
gorilla, sweat rolling down, concerned about catching her breath to calm
down.   When she straightened, she sniffled a bit and started to head for
the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm just going to fix myself up."

"We both know what you are going to do.  Do it out here." 

"I can't.  Not like this."

"So, I suppose you're asking me to finish it now."

Brenda looked down to the side ashamed.  Vanessa sat up on the edge of the
bed, and with legs still crossed; she put her right hand out palm up with
her elbow resting on her knee.  "Okay then come here."

 Brenda moved her legs apart as she got closer to Vanessa's hand and
tiptoed onto it like a crab, shuddering as she docked at the port. Vanessa
just left her hand there, still.  Brenda's eyes searched back and forth at
nothing in particular.  Then Vanessa pulled her hand away. "Do me first."
She said abruptly.

"But I'm not that kind of . . ." She realized that could be construed as
breaking one or more of the rules.

"We've already seen what 'kind' of girl you are.  Now help me off with my
things."

Brenda padded on her feet bringing them together and she tried to hurry
Vanessa off with her things, spurred on by the urgency created now between
her legs.  When Vanessa was undressed, she sat back down on the bed.  This
time feet and knees apart, leaning back, supported by her hands on the bed
behind her.  Brenda waited a moment to see if she would stand and put her
hands on Brenda's shoulders, but the long pause pained Brenda into deciding
on the next move.  She moved in between Vanessa's legs and leaned forward
to massage her tits as Vanessa had done to her.  Vanessa wasn't getting the
sensitivity from Brenda she wanted, so she said, "Kiss them.  Suck them."

Brenda found this disgustingly intimate and balked until she saw Vanessa's
waiting anticipation start to turn to waiting annoyed.  She leaned forward
and kissed a nipple, and closing her eyes, trying to make it as
dispassionate an experience as she possibly could.  She started to enjoy
the sensation the rubbery nub made on her tongue, as she swirled it around.
Then she sucked on it, tapping into vague primal memories.  She repeated
the process with the other, and alternated some more until Vanessa started
to push her down further, breaking Brenda from her reverie.  Brenda stood
and backed out from between Vanessa's legs and crouched down on the outside
of the right leg, reached her hand over the upper thigh and placed her hand
on Vanessa's already slippery patch.  She looked down at the floor, and
then at Vanessa's heel, exploring the furry zone with her fingers, while at
the same time trying to get some figuring time in to find a way to get out
of this mess.

Then they both heard the front door.  "What's that?"  Vanessa asked.

"It's got to be my father.  He'll come up to say 'hi' for sure, we've got
to get dressed right away."

"Oh Brenda, I'm home."  He called from down stairs.

"Hi dad, I'm upstairs, I'll be right down."

The two quickly started getting their clothes on irrespective of the
previous dynamics between them.  "How was school today?"  They heard him
asking, as he made a slow deliberate march up the stairs.

"Great Dad, I'll tell you about it when I get down there."

"I'm going to fix the chicken casserole or the other thing Mom left for us,
so we can use it up before she gets home," he was saying getting closer,
"which should it be?"

"Could you look at the other thing and tell me what it is?  And I'll tell
yo . . ."

"Here you can look for yourself."  He said rounding the corner into the
doorway with two foil-covered dishes.  "Oh, hi.  I'm Brenda's dad."  Roger
said, handing the mystery dish to Brenda so he could shake Vanessa's hand.
"How are you?"

"I'm great, Brenda's Dad, how are you."  Vanessa said, shaking with one
hand as she finished tucking in her blouse in back with the other.

"So, can you stay for dinner?"

"That depends how good a cook you are."  Vanessa said jokingly.

"Well, it's Brenda's mom's cooking, I'm the expert reheater." 

"Sure then, reheat away."

Brenda felt deflated, despite her cover-up smile.

"Okay then, I'll call you down in about 20-25 minutes and we'll have a
casserole feast."  Roger proclaimed.

When he was out the door, Vanessa shut it all the way, leaned with her back
against it, her hands on the knob behind her and said, "Like I said, off
with the clothes.  We're doing some modeling before dinner."

Brenda did as she was told, and stood by the bed waiting for Vanessa's next
order.  "Put on the blue skirt."  Brenda reached for her panties. "Unh,
unh, aaanh.  Just the skirt" Vanessa said waiving her finger back and
forth.

When it was her choice to wear it this way, Brenda could feel devilishly
naughty.  Now that it was ordered for her to do so, she felt humiliated and
embarrassed in her nakedness, since the short pale blue flared skirt barely
extended past her denuded crotch.

"Turn."  Brenda slowly turned.  "No quickly."  Brenda spun around
supporting her breasts with her arms against her chest, and flaring the
skirt out and up, displaying her charms.  "Good.  Now put on the white
blouse."  Brenda instinctively reached for her bra, but looking at Vanessa,
realized that it was out for now.  "Move over to the desk."  Vanessa said,
to position Brenda in front of a light.  "Now turn slowly."  Brenda turned,
looking at Vanessa questioningly. "Good."  Vanessa said going back to the
closet.  "What's in this bag?" She said, referring to a plastic garbage bag
tucked in the corner.

"Those are my clothes for Goodwill.  They don't fit me any more." Brenda
explained.

"Bingo."  Vanessa exclaimed.

At dinner, Brenda was sent to the table in a small wool sweater that was so
tight that if someone were to look carefully, they could see flesh through
the openings in the weave.  It ended above her waist and the arms were too
short.  Brenda pushed the cuffs up her forearm to disguise that fact from
her dad at the table.

As they were talking, Brenda felt Vanessa's toes glancing up and down her
shin.  She tried to implore her with her eyes, without tipping off her
father, who was talking away.  Brenda held her legs together tightly, until
she felt a slight kick from Vanessa's foot, reinforced by a stern look.
Then she felt Vanessa's foot snake in between her legs with her toes
wiggling at her mound.  "Can I get anyone else something to drink while I'm
up?"  Roger asked.

Vanessa hooked both of her feet around Brenda's right leg near her knee and
pulled her into a slouch in her chair.  Then rested her foot at Brenda
pussy, until Roger settled back into conversation.  Brenda grew flushed,
and then beet red as Vanessa worked her toes across Brenda's moist opening
causing her to put both hands down on the table beside her plate for
support.  "Is everything okay, Honey?"  Roger asked.

Vanessa stopped a second.  "Yes Dad, I think I swallowed funny." Brenda
explained.

Vanessa began her assault again.  Brenda was beginning to sweat, and pushed
herself back from the table.  "May I be excused please?"

 "Sure Honey" Roger said.

"Me too," Vanessa said, "that was great reheating."

Vanessa met Brenda in the front hall.  "I'm heading out.  Remember what I
told you.  I have friends who will report to me about school tomorrow.
You'd better do as I say, or it will get worse for you each day you don't
fully cooperate.  Got it?" 

Brenda nodded looking down, closed the door behind Vanessa, leaned her back
against the door and looked up in despair.  "I can't go through with this,
what am I going to do?  Who can help me?  What . . .?"

"Jeff?  Hi.  Could you give me your father's number please? . . .Yes I'll
tell him when I talk to him. . . .Thanks."

"Walter?  Hi, do you have a minute? . . .Oh sure . . . She'll be back the
day after tomorrow, why. . .Yeah, I'll tell her to get in touch with you
right away.  The reason I called is that I need to talk to someone about a
problem I have, and didn't know who else to turn to about it. . . Yeah,
I'll be waiting, thanks."

Brenda waited for Larcher at the ice cream shop.  He showed up half an hour
later.  "What's the problem Brenda?"  He asked.

"Walter, I didn't know who else to turn to."

"Tell me, what is it?  You can tell Walter."

"I'm being blackmailed, and I don't know what I can do about it?"

*****

"Well Marnie, are you glad we came?"  Barbara asked her friend, as they
rode on the boat back to the mainland.

"It was definitely one of the most memorable weeks of my life.  How about
you?"

"I can't believe we did it.  I can't believe what I did there.  And, I sure
don't want my family to know anything about it.  We have to get a story
together."

"Don't worry Barb, I'll back you all the way.  Now, what we are really
going to have to figure out, is how we are going to get satisfied when the
horns kick in again.  I know it can be a problem.  I hope George is going
to be up to the task for you."

"Oh Marnie, that's right.  How can it ever be as good as it was back on
that island?"

"No, it won't be as good, most likely.  The haunting question is, 'will it
be enough?'"