Jordan Cole was always a mischievous child; she broke the rules only when she was certain she couldn't get caught. So it was natural that her classmates and friends thought she was a bit of a rebel and wise beyond her 18 years.
Jordan was wise in that she had her finger on her goal. She was blessed with beauty and a fantastic figure which she worked at. The coach suggested she leave gymnastics because her breast size grew fast at 14, so she took up softball and volleyball. But her real desire was to become a famous actress. She took vocal classes, she took drama classes and she was in every school performance since she was 7 years old.
Jordan was wise and knew the only thing that could derail her fast track to fame and fortune was a bad reputation. This was why she was very careful with whom she dated. She was also careful about how far she went. She had the normal hormones of a teenage girl, however she realized the boy she gives her virginity away will someday be some local yokel who comes forth for money to one of the tabloids.
So while mischievous, Jordan was also wise. She knew how far to go and who she should let into her inner circle. In fact, in the past few months she was figuring how to become an experienced lover, yet not soil her reputation. She toyed with the prospect of secretly banging one of the school nerds. She developed a plan to ask one of the geeks to her home to tutor her when her parents were out. Then she would seduce him. She knew that no one would believe he got to fuck THE Jordan Cole. He could tell his best friends, but no one would believe him. It was a plan in the works. She just had to pick the right geek; of course it had to be someone she was at least mildly attracted to.
It was Jordan's mischievous nature however that would rock her world.
It happened the week before her parents left for some conference. Mr. Tresman next door, ask Jordan's father to start his car every day. It was a 1964 Corvette convertible and required it be warmed up every now and then as Mr. Tresman was going out of town for a couple of days. When the days turned to several days, Jordan's father handed over the garage and car keys for her to take over starting the car engine. Jordan's father, Paul regarded Jordan as a level headed kid. Still he gave the fatherly warning, "just start the engine for 5min, do not drive the car, it's not yours."
Jordan knew that. And that Saturday after her parents left for a week, she knew it was mischievous to take the car out. When she picked up her girlfriend Melissa in the corvette, she knew it was wrong. She also knew it was exhilarating, exciting and daring. She thought it would be a good substitute for being the pure virgin and she enjoyed the evening cruising all the hot spots, dressed up, pulling up to the door but never getting out. Everyone clamored around them as they sat in the polished red corvette.
That Saturday was such a success; she decided to do it one more time. Then she backed into a pole. The fiberglass body was cracked and shattered a light. What should she do? Then she remembered that black kid in history class. He said he and his father owned a body shop in town. Maybe he would help her out. Jordan thought, it wasn't too bad, "how much could it cost?" she wondered. It was fiber glass, which was like plastic. She determined it would probably cost about a one hundred dollars to fix it.
She drove the car to Devon's father's shop. Devon and two of his friends were working there. She knew the other two boys; they had both dropped out of high school in their junior year. Seth was a skinny lanky boy who always hung around with the other boy, Kurt. Kurt was born a bully. He was the bully for every grade since kindergarten. He wasn't particular strong or big or tall, he was just obnoxious and like a pit bull, he would just keep fighting.
Devon and the two other boys all looked at the car, and then they mostly stared at Jordan. At one time or another they all fantasized about screwing her. She was out of their league and knew the closest they could get would be in their dreams. Now here she was, asking for a favor.
All three of the boys, nearly 18, came to the same fantasy.
"Shit. Yo fucked dis up big time" said Devon. "I gotta order some parts an'shit, it'll take a few days, den we gots to fix it up.....I say three grand."
Jordon was shocked. She didn't have that kind of money. She certainly couldn't tell her parents and she had to get it fixed before Mr. Tresman got back.
"I don't have that much. Are you sure, it's just plastic right? Can't you help me out, were friends." Jordan pleaded.
All three boys thought the same, 'friends', sure now....when she needed something. Jordan, Miss perfect, Miss Snooty bitch, Miss Look down at us, now we are friends because she wants out help.
"Yeah plastic, but this piece of plastic and lights belong to a car that is over 40 years old, so unless you want it taped with duct tape, we gotta order the parts" snorted Kurt.
"yeah" chimed in Seth.
Jordan cried. Why not, it's worked before. She battered her eyes and sniffled, she even considered hugging one of them (but which one she couldn't decide).
Kurt saw an opportunity. He gathered the boys around in a huddle and discussed the situation with them. Jordan heard just whispers, an occasional groan and one or two snickers. The boys all nodded in agreement and Kurt walked up to face Jordan with the two other boys behind him.
"Okay sweet thing, me and the boys agreed to buy the parts and fix it for you. You don't even have to pay us any money" snorted Kurt.
At first Jordan felt elated. It all worked out, she had them wrapped around her finger. Then the smile started to fade slowly away as she saw the growing smiles on the boys and she knew something was going on....something she was not going to like.
"Yeah, we decided we can pool our money together, buy the parts and spend our time instead of making money to spend it fixing your car. Just one thing you gotta do for us. A fair trade since you have no money or ability to fix it" Kurt smirked.
Jordan gulped. She had an idea what they wanted. They wanted what all boys wanted, but just how much she didn't know. She decided to reverse from the 'damsel in distress' to the offensive. She put her hands on her hips and stood tough, staring them down.
"And just what would that be" she dared them."
"Not much, just three dates, with each of us....and of course a fuck" smiled Kurt.
Devon and Seth just smiled and nodded their head.
"Are you serious? You would treat me like some kind of hooker? I wouldn't fuck you guys for a million dollars" an angry Jordan spat.