* All characters depicted in acts of sensual congress are over the age of 18. Hearbreakers Rule. *
Part I:
The Challenge
It is a normal Friday afternoon at the Promenade Mall, where droves of humanity flock to the nearly a dozen ritzy and outlandishly expensive department stores, the movie theater complex with its twenty-four screens, or the upscale eateries that always score rave reviews in the local papers. As the masses shuffle back and forth across the wide aisles, wondering where they can drop hard cash or cold plastic next, dozens more teem at the mall's food court. Some are there to eat, while some came to entertain themselves at the video game arcade or the old-style carousel. In addition to these typical sorts, certain nefarious social circles are there to see what there was to see, and in turn to be seen by others.
In one corner of the food court, which they'd commandeered some time ago, and around a table and chairs made of imported marble and wood, sit four very attractive seniors from the local Madison High School. The two girls sitting closest together are Mindy, the undisputed ringleader and captain of the cheerleader squad, and Shelly, an outstanding and equally athletic tennis player. The next young lady in the group, who unlike the rest was not a blonde but a less spectacular brunette, is named Haley. Her claim to fame is that she is an academic, also beautiful and in the running for Class Valedictorian. The final of the four is Heather, whose name does not end with the letter Y, but who has been accepted by the rest of the girls nonetheless. Heather is not outstanding in any way, with her sandy blonde hair, her less than exceptional looks, and her comparatively heavier frame. This last girl serves as the group's version of a wingman. Although Heather is undoubtedly pretty and plump, the other girls know they look that much better when they are seen standing next to her and they take full advantage of that. Not that Heather minds this so much, as her companions were always opening doors for her that she would never have access to on her own.
The four young women make up the entire active Elite of the Heartbreakers Social Club. At one time the group had been known as the Jailbait Girls, and as the Alpha Females before that. At the moment, the quartet of beauties is awaiting a phone call from their hated rivals, the Fillies, which stands for First In Line Girls.
"What do you think they're going to dare us to do this time?" Haley, the smart one, asked the rest.
Three heads all looked across the round table at the fourth.
Mindy shrugged. "I don't know. Bitch Bethany came up to me right after class. She said she had a new Challenge for us. She said we're not going to be able to top this one no matter what we do."
"Bethany only said it that way because we showed them up but good the last time." The hot tennis player, named Shelly, replied. "We fucked them hard, if you ask me."
It had always been a tough competition between the two groups, each of them knew. The rivalry had first started when Bethany and Mindy were both competing for the attention of the football team's quarterback. Mindy scored with him first, only to have Bethany seduce the young man away from her less than a week later. Ever since then, the bunch of girls that hung around with gorgeous redhead Bethany was constantly trying to outdo the girls that hung around with hot blonde Mindy, and vice versa.
"Okay, so Bethany's Bitches put their pictures on Facebook," Haley reminded them. "With their duck faces and their dumb poses. We beat them because we posted pictures of ourselves in bikinis and with hot guys standing around us. We won that one. Then the Bitches decided to screw guys from the football team. We countered that by screwing guys from the baseball team. They keep saying they won that one, but I'd still argue that was a tie. The baseball players we screwed were in just as good shape as the football players they got."
"And we all remember what happened the last time." Shelly reached up to high-five Mindy. "Bethany thought she was so cool, when she put up pictures of her and that one hot guy naked at a hotel. Can you just imagine the look on her face when Mindy and I put up our naked pictures, when we both screwed the captain of the wrestling team at the same time?"
"It would have been three of us, if Heather hadn't chickened out." Mindy scolded.
Heather's face reddened, because while she did think the wrestler was hot, and she would have liked to screw him, she didn't have as nice a body as the other two more athletic girls.
"Next time, you'd better not chicken out." Mindy pointed at her. "If you do you're out of the club."
Heather glanced to a nearby table, where three of the club's hangers-on were relegated to sit. These were what Mindy called 'fringe members' or 'Wannabes.' Heather knew those girls would do anything to get into the inner circle. Mindy and Shelly were just that hot and popular. Everybody that was anybody at their high school, that was of the female gender of course, wanted to be part of their group, or alternatively, part of Bethany's group.
"Well, knowing Bethany it's going to be about sex." Haley calculated.
Mindy shrugged again. "So what? I can out-fuck that bitch any day."
The rest of the girls laughed.
"I wish I had the captain of the wrestling team in front of me right now." Mindy mused. "I'd mount him right here on this table. Oh, yeah! Just ask Shelly, was I calling out his name or was he calling out mine?"
Shelly gave her another high-five. "He did have some endurance, didn't he?"
"Yes, he did." Mindy nodded. "But not enough for the two of us!"
"While Heather was doing nothing but watching." Shelly added.
Heather's face reddened again.
That's when all four of their phones rang.
"I guess this is it." Mindy said, as they pulled their phones out.
It was a text message.
"The Fillies hereby Challenge you." Mindy read the text. "You must complete the Challenge in two weeks or less or you will fail."
Eagerly, the girls waited for the next message. It showed up about a minute later.
Mindy read it aloud. "You must sleep with the father of another club member. We have already done this. Proof is coming."
Within the next few minutes, more calls arrived. These were pictures of naked adult men lying in beds. The captions below the images described who had slept with the man and whose dad the man was.
"Are you kidding me?" Haley balked. "Bethany slept with Alexia's dad? And Alexia slept with Julie's dad?"
"I recognize a couple of these faces." Shelly studied the pictures. "I think they really did it. They slept with each other's dads. What a bunch of sluts!"
"Tell me something I don't know." Mindy replied, right before a wide grin spread across her face. "But if they're sluts, we're like mega-sluts!"
Heather giggled.
In all, six different pictures were sent to them, one for each of the girls in the inner circle of Bethany's clique.
As the gravity of the dare settled upon their shoulders, Mindy started to look as disillusioned as the rest of them. "We can't beat this. If we slept with each other's dads, we would only be copying what they did. The best we can do is to match them."
"You mean you're seriously thinking about doing it?" Haley asked. "You'd sleep with my dad just to show up Bethany?"
Mindy shrugged. "I would do it. I'd make him hold still long enough so that I could take a picture of him naked, too."
"So would I." Shelly grinned and wiggled in her seat. "Haley, your dad ain't bad!"
"I can't believe the two of you just said that." Haley shook her head.
"Do you really think your dad would turn me down if I took off my clothes in front of him?" Mindy teased.
"I don't know about that." Haley answered. "I know that if you tried it, my mom would kill him. She'd probably kill you too."
Heather, the quietest of the four, said simply, "I guess Bethany wins this time."
"No, she doesn't!" Mindy hissed back at her. "We just have to figure something out and throw it right into her face like we did the last time. I am not coming in second place to Bethany's Bitches ever again!"
"What's your great plan then?" Haley asked. "We can't sleep with one another's dads, because the Fillies already did that. The only way we can possibly beat them is if we slept with our own dads. I don't think even you are crazy enough to bring that up. Just take a good look at the situation here because I don't see any way we can win."
Angrily, Mindy crossed her arms.
