Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Three

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 4
JAMIE: 4

Back at Cherrylawn High School, the first morning hadn't been so bad for Jamie. Granted, she had almost had second thoughts about pressing “send” on the short video clip she recorded on her cell phone of her dribbling piss into the toilet to her brother.

His text back  “ROFL ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “ hadn't made her feel any better about the fact they were now collecting video evidence of her compliance with this disgusting game. She could never live it down.

Cathy Griffin her so-called “friend” had probably told countless other girls about what Jamie was doing. In fact, she was sitting in her math class right now with her legs spread apart right next Cathy.

Cathy had milk-white skin, a few pink freckles, and strawberry red hair, such a demure, pretty girl, to house such demented and disturbing thoughts.

The bell rang, time for lunch and to meet Chris. Cathy reached out her hand to Jamie and asked “hold hands, I want to meet your boss”.

Cherrylawn was very lesbian/bi-gay friendly. All the kids were big fans of the show “Glee” and programs like “It gets better”. So even if it wasn't completely platonic, two girls walking hand in hand down the halls would neither raise an eyebrow or garner any attention.

What did raise attention was that periodically Cathy would reach behind her friend, lift up her short skirt and let it drop, giving the subtle hint of ass crack for about a split second. Jamie tried to pretend it didn't bother her, but obviously it did.

“You realize in our cheerleader uniforms, when we dance around, it isn't school spirit the boys, the guys, even some of the women are looking at. It is our asses, our tits, our pretty smiles. Why are you so worried about someone seeing a little whiff of your butt, girly?” Cathy asked playfully as they walked to the cafeteria.

“I am not a prude, if that is what you mean. Ma'am” Jamie answered adding “It's just I don't see the point in it. I mean how do you enjoy showing my ass to other people?”

“Good question, I really don't enjoy the activity, as much as I do the look on your face each time I raise up and lower the skirt for a split second” Cathy said while demonstrating with a sudden raise and lower of the skirt for dramatic effect.

“The helplessness of not knowing when I'll do it, the vulnerability, but more importantly the scorn. You see if a boy sees a butt, all he'll probably do is smile. You know that they won't be offended, even the gay ones will appreciate a ripe tomato like yours. Who couldn't consider it a work of poetic grace and symmetry?” Cathy said the last part in an exaggerated mock complement while poofing her friends skirt.

“But other girls? Well, you've been brought up to fear the wrath and scorn of other girls. You don't like how judgmental we can be. So while it puts a smile on the faces of a few guys, it also makes a few girls ask, who does Jamie Taylor think she is, letting her skirt fly up like Marilyn Monroe at the trailer park. Ooopsie” she said letting the skirt fly up a little extra higher than normal.

“It's like you just farted and a puff of air, blew your angelic little skirt up.” she giggled, pinching her friends butt as they walked into the busy lunch room to find the spot Chris had marked on his map of the school for her to meet him.

Chris was sitting with several other boys who looked quite a bit like him, some fat, some skinny, but all of them had something about them that screamed “nerd alert”. If it wasn't a Green Lantern t-shirt, it was just the way they pushed their glasses up their nose.

“Ah, my delightful sister and one of her beautiful friends to join us today, boys!” Chris smiled graciously. He had saved a seat next to him for his sister, but made a friend move down one so Cathy could have a seat. Chris's friends were surprised, this was a virtual 'no-girls zone' of the lunch room and for two attractive, popular cheerleaders to sit down, made them nervous and happy all at the same time.

“She can sit, you stand.” Chris offering the seat to Cathy but making his sister wait by hers. “Do you have my homework?”

“Yes Sir, everything you've given me so far” she handed him some homework papers she'd be given earlier that morning from when the two of them rendezvoused near Chris's shop class.

Jamie couldn't be sure what he had told his friends, but by the looks on their faces, it reminded her of doubtful ten year olds who suddenly saw Santa Claus emerge from their chimney having that 'Wow, he IS real, moment', so she knew they knew something.

Chris seemed to be waiting for something.

“May I please be seated, Sir?”

“Guys, do we want this lazy cheerleader to sit at our table or should we make her stand?” Chris asked playfully.

The guys all nodded yes she could be seated.

“Ah, you aren't any fun, okay pop a squat, pipsqueak” Chris said to his sister. He had obviously been hoping that they wanted her to model her outfit or flit around and dance or something funny.

It wasn't that Chris wasn't particularly creative, or smart. He had proven that when he was enjoying himself, doing something he liked, he would excel at it. It was more he was hoping for one of his friends to share his particularly sadistic amusement at his sisters discomfort.

It was clear that if he hadn't been alpha-nerd of his pack of friends before this happened with Jamie, he was now sitting up straighter, and projecting confidence around them now. Jamie couldn't help but take a strange kind of satisfaction she was bringing that out in him.

Cathy tapped Jamie's knees and indicated how she herself was seated, knees very far apart. You couldn't actually see up her skirt, but it certainly wasn't very lady like. Jamie parted her legs as well. Unless a kid were a table away he wouldn't be able to see anything and even then she doubted  a lot. It was still embarrassing feeling the cool cafeteria air on her crotch beneath her skirt.

The prodding hadn't gone unnoticed by Chris who said politely “I see you are a good influence on my wayward Sister.”

“Oh yes, I came here actually to talk to you about that?” Cathy asked returning the playful and polite tone she had been offered.

“Aren't you going to eat lunch?” Chris asked of Cathy.

“Oh no, never touch this drek. Fattening. Don't want to be a cow. You go right ahead.” Cathy offered that Chris should continue eating what appeared to be a cafeteria lunch and the bag of goodies his sister had brought.

“Are you hungry, Sis?”

“Yes Sir” Jamie answered nervously, feeling the weight of all the eyes of the nerdy boys on her.

“Let's see what you brought.” Chris asked with a grin. He knew exactly what she brought, he had made her pack it.

“A banana, two grapes, and a hot dog” she said calling out each item as she took them out and put them on the table in front of her. She had no napkin or tray, so they just sat on the table.

“Aren't you grateful for what I picked out for you, today?” Chris asked enjoying making her say these things.

“Quite a bit, yes sir. Thank you”

He whispered in her ear “This isn't very gold star of you, if you want them, you'd better get more interesting, before I do.”

Jamie was still thinking about what Cathy had told her earlier. If she was in too much of a hurry to get the gold stars, what would happen to mom when she graduated from this treatment and her mom was still playing catch up. She wanted so much to talk to her mom about that, but she knew if she did she'd just tell Jamie to hurry up and be done with this as soon as she could. Her mom was self-sacrificing that way and wouldn't want her to have to endure this any longer than absolutely necessary to complete their bargain with the guys.

“Look, it's like two balls and a dick” Jamie smiled at her slightly perverted joke, setting the grapes on either side of the raw hot dog. The effect didn't come off sexy as much as it did like an innocent girl trying to tell a naughty joke.

It really didn't matter how well she told a joke, or how clever it was. As has happened since before she even entered puberty, guys laughed at her joke and seemed amused. She had to wonder how far she had gotten on looks and how little personality.

“What may I eat, Sir?”

“Oh always worried about your own selfish needs, when your friend is clearly here to talk to me.” Chris acted dismissive before instructing her “Put the hot dog as far down your throat as you can, and I'll let you know when you can bite.”

Cathy was amused, especially because Jamie clearly hadn't learned anything about throat control. Jamie had the hot dog just outside of her gag reflex.

The rest of the guys were amused, because watching a cute girl stick a hot dog in her mouth end first and clamp her lips around it as if to suck, well that was good for the guys.

“Interesting diet, you've got her on there, do your friends know why?”

Chris pragmatically answered “No, why would they?” as if he couldn't comprehend why doing something so odd as bossing your sister around needed any explanation at all, when it was so out of character for him.

“Well, I'd imagine they are wondering, why little sister is being so polite, and on the hot dog and banana diet?” Cathy hinted.

She would need to hit him over the head a little harder with what she was going on about, because Chris wasn't getting it. As far as he was concerned, it was enough she was doing it, because he wanted her to do it.

“Well, some of these guys may not have been at the party on Friday night, the one she wasn't supposed to throw, where she got all slutty and ran around in a thong handing out beers.” She let the mental image materialize in the guys who were sitting at the table's minds. There was no talk of alternate universes, science fiction, video games today. Everyone was listening to Chris's conversation.

Cathy continued “They wouldn't know she wrecked her mom's convertible, and then tried to blame it on a bunch of black guys, and so as punishment because she had pretended to be such a goody two-shoes, but she was really up to no good, your Dad put you in charge of her at school? So she doesn't get out of hand?”

Chris wasn't really connecting the dots. He could tell Cathy was hinting he should just agree, so he did.

“I bet they don't know she has to do whatever you say? So if you told her to do something, they wouldn't expect a stuck up priss like us, who'd never give the time of day to anyone at this table to do it. No offense of course, it is just a fact.”

“Well yeah, that's true.” Chris seemed to take on the aspect of the medieval ruler, sitting on his throne at court, surrounded by his ministers and courtiers, contemplating his next decision.

“So for instance, if I told her to stand up and give a cheer for the Cherrylawn Trojans, to show her school spirit, they probably wouldn't believe I had the authority to make her do it?” Chris asked out loud more for the benefit of his friends, than himself finally catching on to Cathy's little lies.

“Come on Sis, let's give them a standing floor cheer, just a little one” taking Jamie by the hand, and standing up a few feet away from the lunch table next to each other. Jamie finished the remainder of the hot dog while getting up to her feet.

“This is a clasp, see how it's different than a clap” she said to the boys watching them. “We start with our elbows out, we don't have chicken wings, see where they are in relation to my body” Cathy's saccharine sweet explanation of the basic move was intended to put Jamie in a starting position with her half shirt raised up just to the edge of the bottom of her boobs.

No one had said anything about it, It had been tied at the midriff and Jamie was one of those students who just sort of blended end well, teachers just looked past her for trouble makers.

Standing there awkwardly next to Cathy, who had on a full shirt, was an entirely different story.

“And...Ready, Go!”  Jamie instantly knew this was a hopping cheer, that involved several toe touches and with out panties she was going to be fully exposed.

Hey, Hey

Hey hey are you ready?(clap, clap)

Are you ready?(clap,clap)

To play(clap)

Say go team(clap)

Go team(clap)

Trojans all the way!

Cathy on the other hand, hadn't exposed anything besides her elated school spirit for the Cherrylawn Trojans.

The sudden spontaneous outburst of school spirit had caused all heads in the cafeteria at nearby tables to stop the low roar of talking.  Everyone turning to look at them . Jamie could see some of them whispering to each other and giggling. It was over pretty quickly and Cathy sat back down right after saying “See, if he tells her to do anything, pretty much she does it, or he'll tell papa and then Pee-yow” she mimed the cracking of a whip.

Jamie asked “May I please sit down, Sir?”

One of Chris's friends clearly asked “Does your sister have panties on?”

Chris said “I don't know, I was wondering that myself. It kind of looked that way, Ysoong.”

“Oh, I am sure she remembered to put on panties today” Cathy said delighted that it got brought up. “Who would leave their house and forget something so basic, would you like to see her do it again? It's no big deal” she offered.

“No, I don't have on panties, Sir” Jamie admitted cautiously to put a stop to the charade.

“What I couldn't hear you?” Chris asked his sister.

“No sir, I didn't wear panties today” she said a little louder, causing grins at the table, and even to the table next to theirs.

“Why not? Are you such a perverted slut, you weren't satisfied with stripping at the party in front of your own friends, that you want to show your pussy even to MY friends?” Chris asked with more than a bit of mock outrage.

“Yes Sir” Jamie knew she wasn't going to be able to deny it, and she was letting Chris win at his little game.

“Have a seat then, sit like you were earlier, and let em take a look then if you are that big an extroverted slut.” Chris smiled.

Jamie had a seat spread her legs and held her skirt apart, as the boy named Ysoong was the first to take a look, and several others seemed to be queuing up to get an up skirt shot.

“This is too slow, I bet she'd sneak in the boy's bathroom, and give them all a good peak.” Cathy prodded Chris.

“True, and she does have to masturbate once today, anyway.” Chris whispered back to Cathy. Cathy really wasn't aware of all the rules and dares, she smiled at that one.

Chris whispered to his sister who had been sitting between the two “put on a show in the boy's bathroom, and you get a gold star. I'll even take the pictures and tell Dad to give you another.”

Jamie's blue eyes shot daggers at Cathy, all at once saying “You stabbed me in the back” without saying anything.

Cathy grimaced “Look, you could be showing them your cunt one at a time for no stars, or you could be getting, what, two stars? That is, unless you don't want to finish before your mom?”

“No, my Mom would want me to be done with this as soon as possible.” Jamie whispered back angrily.

“Then you can thank me for putting the idea in Chris's head later, I'll even sneak in the bathroom with with you.”

The group made their way from the lunch table to the boy's bathroom with about as much subtlety as an Elephant doing ballet. This really didn't matter in a school of this many kids, no one took notice. The girls were in the middle of the guys, so they just walked right in.

The bathroom wasn't much different than the girls, except it had urinals. They sought out the back stall. The doors had long since been removed, so that kids couldn't smoke.

“Here, I brought your banana, see what you can do with that.”

Jamie didn't seem to know what to do with herself. The boys were crowded in a half-circle around the stall, with Chris and Cathy at the very front. “Here, I'll hold your clothes, you can leave your shoes on” Cathy prompted sweetly as if this was all a very normal part of everyone's days.

The boys were leering and Jamie turned her back to them, wiggled out of her skirt revealing a perfectly tanned, pert butt with stripe marks from several spankings on it. This caused a little speculation amongst the boys.

“I guess her Dad already went Pee-shaw!” Cathy reminded them of Jamie's apparent punishment for holding the party, by miming the cracking whip. This caused a ripple of laughter from the guys gathered around.

Jamie pulled the half-top over her head, letting her perky but smaller boobs fall and bounce. Those two having stripes and welts on them.

“She plays rough!” Cathy grinned taking the top from her friend and reminding her “Hey sourpuss, you want the stars your brother is offering, you better put on that cheerleader face. Even when we are down 72 to nothing, you have always been positive, let's see that Trojan spirit!!”

Jamie wasn't sure if her friend was being facetious, setting her up for another failure, but her advice was true. It wouldn't help to look like a victim right now, sad and trembling. Everyone was smiling, everyone was happy to see her tits and bald pussy. The only sad face was hers, and she was able to summon years of cheer leading camp, and put on a bright face.

She began to dance around inside the bathroom stall, wiggling her hips in a sexy fashion, shimmying.

“That is how you play with yourself?” Cathy said with an amusing but mocking tone, and the others laughed.

Jamie stopped dancing and reached down with two fingers to her bald pussy, and began to stimulate her clit, shutting her eyes.

“Drama, more action!” Cathy was egging her on, she put the peeled banana from her lunch in Jamie's hand and guided it to the entrance of her tight pussy. It wasn't going to fit in there, but she rubbed it up and down, across the bottom of her slit.

“Who wants a bite?” Cathy offered, to a jeering crowd of nerdy boys. There had to be at least a dozen, no more than twenty, all saying “nom, nom, nom” or “Gimme!!” as they watched the spectacle played out by the slut in the bathroom.

“First Miley Cyrus, Vanessa Hudgens, Jamie Spears, Taylor Swift” the skinny Asian boy named Tsoong commented on some Disney pop stars “All of them, doing nipple slips, and naughty twitter pics and now your sister. How does it feel?” he asked Chris rhetorically as he snapped a photo with his cell phone.

Chris didn't get a chance to think of an answer, as the crowd of boys suddenly began to evaporate. A teacher was walking in.

“Smoking marijuana in here!?” He announced as kids ran past him, out into the safety and anonymity of the lunch room and he stalked to the back stall to see what the commotion was. He was a tall brick of  a man, about 6'4, Mr Dragovich, the lunch monitor. Hired specifically to handle discipline problems.

Her clothes no where to be had, even Cathy and Jamie had left, Jamie looked up to see the the glaring eyes of an administrator.

It didn't help that she was completely naked except for heels, and cat collar, rubbing a banana against her bald slit while fondling her own tits in the boy's bathroom.

“I can explain.” she stuttered.

“I would love to hear how” he glared down at her small frame.