"Slut."

Sharon looked up at the football players standing at the back of the room. To aman, they were hard again.

"She’s all yours," she said, smirking. "Just get her back in one piece."

She turned and walked out the front door.

"Nooooo!!" The blonde bitch broke down, sobbing and crying as the members ofthe football team moved towards her.

In due course, Stacy was elected Homecoming Queen.

It was no great surprise, either to her or to anyone else. The only possiblecompetition - Ashley Peters - had more or less dropped out of the race in thelast month. Ashley no longer moved in the kinds of social circles from whichHomecoming Queens were inevitably chosen. Stacy, for all of her sexualactivities at Greenwood over the previous nine months, still enjoyed at leastthe appearance of respectability. While the word was out among most of the guysat school (and more than a few of the girls) that Stacy was a cocksucking slut,nothing could really be proved, particularly to those who mattered: theteachers and parents. And, if Stacy dressed a little more daringly during thecourse of her senior year and went out on lots of dates, well… there wasnothing really wrong with that as long as she kept her marks up in school (andher grades in her final year were the highest of any student ever to attendGreenwood).

So, a little wildness - a little rebelliousness - was to be expected andtolerated. She was a teenager, after all.

Indeed, her now well-known willingness to fuck and suck just about any guy inschool actually helped her get elected, in an odd sort of way. There were sixmale students on the Grad Committee, which selected each year’s HomecomingQueen. Stacy had fucked two of them during the course of the year, and - justbefore the crucial election - had given each of the six a blowjob out in theschool parking lot.

Sharon’s "suggestion." But Stacy didn’t really mind too much at this point.After some of the things that had happened to her over the course of the schoolyear, giving blowjobs in a parking lot was almost relaxing. She was more orless used (or at least resigned) to the taste of cock in her mouth, and onlytwo of the guys actually made her swallow. She hated that. Against her will,she found herself almost thankful that they only wanted to fuck her mouth.Since the incident at the second football party, she had found herself onceagain unable to get excited when having sex.

Just like in the beginning.

The fourth of the six guys she sucked off was the long-awaited numbersixty-five.

She hadn’t even realized it at the time. It wasn’t until she made her regularreport to Gary that he had pointed this out to her. Number sixty-five! She wasdone; finished; no-longer-a-sex- toy. It was a dazed and confused Stacy who hadadmitted Gary and Sharon to her house later that same afternoon. She had beenalmost certain that they would not release her as they had promised, but thatseemed to be exactly what was happening. Right after school, the twoblackmailers brought over a small box of material - four videotapes and a largenumber of still pictures - and handed them over without comment. Gary even gaveher advance copies of her final exams. She had almost forgotten about them, andwas certainly not prepared. She was so surprised, she found herself feelinggenuinely thankful.

That feeling, however, only lasted until they had gone and she had a chance togo through the material. She quickly re-discovered that familiar sense ofloathing for her (former) tormentors.

Before the hour was up, she had burned the pictures and the videotape lay incrumpled ribbons at her feet. No one was ever going to have that kind of powerover her again! She had also ripped off the charm bracelet, but in doing so hadinvoluntarily sent the shiny "F"s sailing loose across her bedroom. She hadlocated many of them, but they still turned up once in a while, in a pillow orunder a seat cushion.

No matter.

The remaining two weeks of school shot by. Exams were held the week of the 21stof June. With the aid of the stolen exam papers, the first four exams were abreeze. During the fifth exam, however…

Stacy stared down at the exam paper, eyes widening with shock. This wasn’t thetest she had prepared! Desperate, she re- read the questions, even flipping thepaper over the make certain that she hadn’t missed something. Nothing. Thequestions didn’t even begin to resemble those that Gary had supplied her with.

Gary! This must be his idea of a joke. She felt tears of rage well up insideher and spill over onto her face, but there was nothing she could do about itnow. Or ever, for that matter. She knew that she lacked the will to confrontGary with this latest torment. Besides, what could she do about it? She doubtedthat the school authorities would have much sympathy for her plight.

Feeling sick to her stomach, she got down to work, answering the questions asbest she could. By the end of the exam, she felt that she had done pretty well,despite her lack of preparation; the material wasn’t that difficult, and shehad always considered herself smarter than most of the other students atGreenwood anyway…

The final two exams went fine; the supplied exam papers matched exactly theones supplied to her by Gary. Stacy was almost willing to believe that theincident had been an honest mistake on Gary’s part. Almost.

Not that it mattered.

It had now been over a week since she had fucked anybody. A whole, wonderfulweek of doing and saying whatever she wanted! She’d had to refuse quite anumber of "offers", but that was turning out to be almost enjoyable. It gaveher no small amount of satisfaction to let those jerks know exactly what shethought about them. In fact, she was beginning to feel more and more like herold self every day.

The same, however, could not be said of Ashley. She was a new person.Physically, the change was obvious. Gone was the long, brown hair and girlishclothing. Instead, she now sported a mannish crew cut, combed back and gelledon top and had gotten both of her ears triple-pierced. She even wore a shiny,silver stud in her nose. The clothing was different too. No more dresses andfrilly blouses; she now basically wore only black jeans and dark tee-shirts.Just the same as Karen.

The changes were more than just physical. After the night of the football partyat BCN, Ashley had quickly drifted away from her old group of friends andstarted spending all of her time with Karen. Eventually, they becameinseparable, and could often be seen holding hands and even - the rumour went -kissing in the woods behind the school. Ashley soon joined her girlfriend insocial isolation, but she didn’t seem to mind much. Neither did Karen.

On the Monday of the last week of school, Stacy had resolved herself to attemptto talk to her old friend, but when she tried to locate her, she quickly foundout that Ashley and Karen had left school a week early (right after exams) togo on a camping trip together. Ashley’s puzzled mother had confided to Stacythat Ashley had withdrawn her application for a position at a major universityback east and, over the strenuous objections of her father, had instead decidedto attend college at BCN next year. Her parents were both mystified at thischange of plans.

Stacy could have told her why, but kept her silence. Karen had FAILED AND HADone more year of highschool in Bakersville…

"Excuse me, Ms. Peabody?"

Stacy stood in front of the secretary’s desk, clutching the pink slip which hadinformed her of the principal’s wish to see her "immediately". The last week ofclasses was more of a formality than anything else - checking in books andmaterials - so there had been no problem in leaving the class to answer theprincipal’s summons. His secretary, a tall, thin women with her gray hairpulled back in a severe bun at the back of her head, took the slip and staredat it.