Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.
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RECAP:
"Why?"
Leslie was gazing back up at him from the driver's side of her car. He noticed the look of desperation on her face as she leaned against the vehicle resting her elbows on the roof. It almost looked like she was in pain as she gestured repeatedly towards him seeming to want him to come down to her. He was conflicted realizing that she was crying hard, incessantly beckoning to him even going to far as to clasp her hands together like she was praying. It was dark outside his home making her face stand out in the inky blackness as the slender teen faltered internally.
His own heart began beating fiercely at the sight of the stunning beauty while his mind ran laps around her probable intent. It seemed like she felt he was her property or something and he didn't know if he wanted to feed into her psychosis as his phone continued flashing on the bed. It was a virtual tug of war between his unseen girlfriend and the cheerleader who'd become a part of his life, a part of him as he watched from his second floor window confused. The distress on her face touched him deeply enough to begin working at lifting the window to speak with her.
"Humbert, I know you're probably tired of me by now and I don't blame you one bit; but I just wanted you to know how much I appreciated meeting you. I'm glad you were my first and it is a time I'll always cherish no matter where we end up in life. You are a beautiful person and I guess that makes me shit for tormenting you like I have these last few weeks. I'm sorry for all of that and I just wanted you to know that-I think I've truly fallen in love with you."
Leslie gave up leaving him watching as she entered her car driving off into the night. He watched for a while for a while before picking up his phone listening to the recorded message that had accidentally played while he was looking down at Leslie. He stared out into the night dialing the number, committed.
"April?"
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Mean Girls of Maplewood Ch.20
I neither judge nor condone any of the heinous actions detailed in this chapter of MEAN GIRLS of MAPLEWOOD. That being said, I appreciate all comments on this story good and bad. Feedback feeds this tale of GIRLS GONE WILD and I would love to continue hearing from my audience.
"GOOD Morning Maplewood, this is the Johnny Mahoney and Floyd show coming to you live this morning with local news, sports and the latest in entertainment. One of the stories we have for you today is the growing sentiment around town that Sheriff Reed may be on his way out the door after the latest outburst from his daughter put him on the city council radar. What do think about it, Floyd?"
"I don't know Johnny boy; I don't want the sheriff paying us a visit over here at the studio."
"Come on Floyd, this is a free country after all." The radio show played over the PA System automatically.
"May be free and all, but I got some unpaid traffic tickets." Canned fake laughter filled the real estate office of Landers & Son as the early morning brilliance filled the office through the floor length venetian blinds.
The office was vacant at this time of morning with only gardener working outside on the modest hedges in front of the firm. The sound of a heavy key chain echoed off the walls as Florida Sheppard, Mr. Landers secretary opened the office doors. She usually arrived two hours earlier to get a head start on setting up the office for the day and to prepare the mail delivery.
The short, squat chubby married mother of four began the coffee wearily opening a cabinet in the break room to set up the counter with a pink box of donuts and pastries before having a mug to get her straight for the remainder of the day. Ms. Shepard snagged a pecan encrusted Danish hobbling over to her desk to go through her emails. It took a while for her computer to boot up as she lethargically stared at the black screen before her desktop appeared. She took a big bite of the breakfast treat before clicking on an email.
"What in the mother of all...?!!"
Patty's face appeared in the spammed clip sent to her computer, glazed over with profuse sweat that marred her makeup. Her blue eyes were wide, saucer like and apparently dilated from any number of drugs in her system. It became apparent that she was nude immediately as the shot dipped down exposing her modest breasts bouncing wildly on her chest. The shot continued downward until her mound was visible to the viewer. A huge black dildo appeared plunging in and out of her savagely leaving a milky sheen. Mrs. Sheppard quickly realized the thick object was in the lithe blonde's backdoor.
"I'M FEELING-I'M FEELING IT, SO DEEP!! "Patty's stoned features filled the camera which dipped back down as a deluge of wetness sprayed from her sex in fits and starts.
The dildo was so long that its point of origin could not be seen as another flesh colored version entered the frame gagging her. Mrs. Sheppard mistakenly believed they were the real thing before noticing that Patricia Clark's photo identification was superimposed off to the right of the sex scene.
"Oh my, it's Mr. Clark's daughter!" She picked up the phone dialing.
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"What is it?" Ethel Madison was fast asleep in her bed next to her loudly snoring husband when the phone rang on the bedside table.
"Uhm, you've got to see this; I've forwarded it to you!!"
"Florida, are you off the wagon again?" Ethel was shocked as her friend hung up, not realizing more people were filing into the office on the other side of the line necessitating her lifelong friend end the call. She snatched up her phone finding the clip, quickly opening it.
"SWEET JESUS!!" She exclaimed in shock as her husband stirred, awoken by the outburst. On the small screen that made up the face of her cheap android phone was a clip of Patty being taken from behind.
Her back arching upward in feline nature as the huge dildo railed her with no quarter given. She recognized the cute, slightly annoying blonde who'd come to her bible class religiously up until a few years ago. The nice well-mannered teen who was a member of the brownies before becoming a cheerleader at local Maplewood High. Ethel didn't know how she would stare the girl's mother in face, a decent woman who co-chaired the PTA with her and someone she regularly spoke with due to their husbands working in the same office. She nudged her husband, rousing him from a deep slumber.
HAROLD, WAKE UP; WE'VE GOTTA TALK!!" She noticed a caption under the action that read "I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE-Share this video!!" that left her chubby, porous face, flushed crimson.
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Loud knocking and beating on the bathroom door as Betty Joe's older brother, Leroy angrily tried to get into the bathroom to relive himself during the early morning hours. His sister had recently begun a new fitness regimen that involved her doing calisthenics during the early morning hours and a two mile jog all preceded by a morning constitutional that was presently being interrupted. The rather plain looking teen cheerleader hadn't realized that she'd been sitting on the toilet for over an hour with her laptop resting on her knees.
"Shit, this is so fucked up."
She'd also discovered a number of emails containing the coerced sexual assault of Patty becoming instantly repulsed and enthralled by the clips and photos sent. Her earbuds didn't fully insulate her from the heavy knocking on the bathroom door.
"GET OUTTA HERE, I'M USING IT!!"
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING; LAYING AN EGG, HUH?!!" The beating continued shaking the door which seemed as if would shatter before Betty Joe scoffed loudly, placing the laptop on top of the hamper standing up angrily. She quickly snatched the door open facing her much shorter brother.
"What, you wanna see my tits or something Leroy, huh?!!" Before he could react, the gawky teen lifted her dingy sports bra letting her modest breasts flop out, shocking the surprised teen.
