The "musicians" of the rock band thrashed away for all they were worth on thetiny stage of the Greenwood High School gymnasium, but their collective effortsproduced nothing more than a wash of reverberating mush as the over-amplifiedmusic bounced randomly back and forth off the bare, wooden walls of thebox-shaped gym. The kids didn’t care, though. They never did. As usual, theyjust milled around, boys on one side, girls on the other, with the few couplesbrave enough to dance bouncing awkwardly up and down - more or less in timewith the deep throb of the bass - in the centre of the floor.

The walls of the gym were festooned with bright pink balloons; blue and pinkstreamers created a curtain over each doorway; a number of bowls of pinkgrapefruit punch (three of them now, predictably, spiked with vodka) sat on along table against one wall; and a large banner proclaiming "Happy Valentine’sDay" in large pink letters (the "i", of course, dotted with a heart) hung overthe stage where the band was playing.

A typical Valentine’s Day dance at Greenwood High.

In keeping with the theme, Stacy arrived at the dance wearing pink and blue.She was beautifully decked out in an extremely short pink skirt (no more thanfour inches below her bum) and a sleeveless, powder blue blouse. This, alongwith the pink knee-socks and white high-heeled shoes gave her an appealing,little girl look, which was enhanced by the fact that she was wearing her hairin a pony tail.

The look, however, hadn’t been her choice. Very little was, these days. Theoutfit had been selected by Sharon to create this effect. In fact, Sharon wasnow frequently picking out which clothes Stacy should wear for specificoccasions. Nothing too startlingly different from Stacy’s usual mode of dress,but always a bit more revealing than Stacy would have chosen on her own.Gradually, over the course of the last couple of months, Sharon had been takingover various aspects of Stacy’s life in general. Stacy had objected at first,but Sharon had made the usual threats, and Stacy had inevitably capitulated. Aswell, Sharon was now able to compel Stacy’s obedience by threatening to cut offher supply of Gary’s drugs. By now, Stacy was reliant upon Gary’s mixture,which allowed her to get excited when having sex; without it, her enforcedpromiscuity would have been - and had been, before the session with Ashley -extremely painful. She was becoming, in Sharon’s words, "well trained".

A well trained slut.

As it was, the combination of drugs and scotch allowed her to get at least someenjoyment from the sex, a vital advantage since she was having it so regularly.As well as the large number of guys she was still required to fuck to meet herquota of sixty-five before the end of the year, her blackmailers had orderedher not to refuse repeat business. Every time someone she had already had sexwith asked for more, she had to say yes (provided, of course, that the askerwas willing to pay the five dollars). As a result, she was now fucking andsucking daily, sometimes two, three or even four times. Inevitably, this led toher getting a reputation for putting out, which in turn led more guys to try tofuck her. On the surface, nothing had changed, and she still held her positionin the school hierarchy, but among many if not most of the guys at school, theword was out: Stacy Richards was a hot slut, who dropped her panties at theslightest pretext. This was not, strictly speaking, entirely true. In the lastcouple of weeks, Stacy had stopped wearing panties (another of Sharon’s"suggestions"); it was too much trouble getting them on and off, and too manypairs were ruined. Pants were also a thing of the past; the new Stacy only woreshort skirts.

The new Stacy was also looking for a guy to fuck. She stood in a corner of thegym next to the door leading to the boy’s locker room, playing absently withher heavily decorated charm bracelet (thirty-three bright, shiny "F"s), andscanning the crowd for a likely candidate. She tried to be inconspicuous as shelooked around; she had already run into one of her previous "partners" in theparking lot, and had been forced, upon his request, to give him a blow-job. Acrumpled, sticky five dollar bill in her purse testified to his willingness topay. If any others saw her in here - particularly dressed as she was - shewould probably have to serve them as well. The blow-job had been made all themore unpleasant by the fact that she had been unable to drink any of the scotchprepared for her by Gary. Without the excitement caused by the drugs, it hadbeen a humiliating and painful event. She was not going to be caught unpreparedagain. After wiping the sperm off her face (she had been unable to swallow allof it), she had taken a number of swigs from the flask in her purse. Already,she was feeling the warm tingle at the base of her stomach, and her breathingwas becoming quick and shallow.

She scanned the crowd, desperate as she became more and more excited. Who tofuck?

Gary looked on, smiling as he saw Stacy - dressed up like some kind of wetdream - call someone over to her. It was Paul Baxter, from grade 12. A tall guywith glasses and bad skin; kind of quiet. He watched as Stacy pulled him closerand whispered something in his ear. A few second later, Paul blushed a furiousred, but allowed himself to be led into the locker room. The couple disappearedfrom sight.

"She’s found one already?" Gary turned. Sharon had come up behind him as he hadbeen watching Stacy at work. The short girl was holding a glass of punch. Shewas almost shouting to be heard over the roar of the band.

"Yeah," he answered, shouting in reply. "Paul Baxter; from Rhenquist’s Frenchclass."

"Didn’t take long," Sharon commented, taking a swallow of spiked punch.

Gary grinned at her. "Not the way you dressed her up tonight. Nice job."

Sharon nodded at the compliment, but didn’t return the grin. Something wasbothering her. "You’ve made it too easy for her," she complained. "The drugsmake it too much fun. She’s enjoying herself too much."

Gary’s grin just widened. "Well," he answered, "maybe I should let you in on alittle secret." He looked around, as if anyone could hear them over the band.Sharon just stared at him, waiting.

"After the first couple of weeks, I stopped putting the drugs in the scotch.Since the end of January, she’s just been drinking the scotch. Straight."

Sharon’s eyes widened in surprise. "But… that’s two weeks now. She hasn’tsaid… she didn’t…"

"Right," Gary interrupted. "That’s the beauty of it. She gets horny nowcompletely on her own. All it takes is a little scotch, and she’s ready to jumpinto bed with anybody. Soon, I’m going to start changing the type of alcohol.By the end of the year, she’ll turn into a slut every time she touches a dropof alcohol. It’s all part of the training."

Sharon’s surprise turned into amusement. "Gary," she chuckled, "that’sperfect." She began to laugh outright.

"What’s so funny?" It was Neil. He was already half drunk.

Gary looked over at the laughing Sharon. "You tell him," he suggested to her."I think I’ll send a few more guys Stacy’s way. I think I see the Schaeferbrothers."

He turned and walked off as Sharon began to explain to Neil exactly what it wasthat was so funny.

Frank Schaefer shoved open the swinging door to the locker room and ponderouslysqueezed his bulk through the doorway. He was followed closely by his youngerbrother, Simon. The Schaefer brothers were both extremely fat - each weighingover 250 pounds - and would have been fatter still if they had not been quiteas tall as they were. Still, even at well over six feet, they were eachenormously obese. They were a number of years older than the other students atGreenwood, having been frequently held back grades while their contemporariesadvanced and graduated. Their size was matched only by their stupidity, andthey had become something of a joke at Greenwood. Fortunately for them, thatsame size protected them from any real bullying, and they were generally leftalone. That was why they were so surprised when Gary approached them at thedance and suggested that it might be a good idea for them to go into the lockerroom "to check things out". They had been puzzled at this, but they found mostthings puzzling, so they just shrugged their shoulders and ambled into thelocker room.