"What’s going on? Why are they here?" Stacy turned as if to leave, but Neil,behind her, had already closed the door. "What are you doing?" Stacy wasbeginning to panic. Neil didn’t answer; he just smirked at her as he stood infront of the door.

"We have something to show you," came a voice from behind her. It was Gary. "Ithink you’ll find it interesting." He stood up and pointed to the space on thecouch beside his chubby girlfriend. "Have a seat," he invited.

"I don’t think so," Stacy answered angrily, pulling herself together a bit. Shedidn’t have to take this. "I’ll stand, if you don’t mind." Sarcasm.

Gary just smiled at her and repeated his gesture. "I think it would be betterif you sat for this," he told her, his voice mild. "Besides, the couch has thebest view of the TV." Stacy noticed for the first time a TV and video machineset up opposite the couch; they hadn’t been there last week. "We wouldn’t wantyou to miss anything," Gary continued. Stacy giggled again.

Overcome by a vague feeling of dread, Stacy was forced to fight down an impulseto flee; not that it would have done any good with Neil standing in front ofthe door. Sharon sat up and crushed out her half finished cigarette in theashtray. "C’mon, babe," she called, patting the seat beside her. "I don’tbite."

Stacy had looked around at the three of them - Neil smirking by the door,Sharon leaning back on the couch with her arms stretched out, and Gary lookingat her with his queer, empty eyes - and then began walking slowly towards thecouch. She realized that she had no choice in the matter, and there was no usein protesting further. A small part of her mind began to understand what mightbe on the tape, and started wailing uselessly inside her head, but she was ableto repress this as she sat back on the couch. Don’t panic she told herself.

Sharon immediately slipped her pudgy arm around Stacy’s shoulder and squeezed."That’s more like it," she laughed. "Just relax and enjoy the show. You’reamong friends." Neil chuckled as he moved away from the door. Stacy tensed -she hated this bitch - but did not pull away. Neil flipped off the lights asGary moved forward to turn on the TV and start the video.

"If you lose," Gary continued, "well… I can’t really say; we haven’t thoughtthat far ahead. I must say, though, I really don’t expect you to lose; I haveevery confidence that you will meet the conditions for winning."

Somehow, the small part of Stacy’s mind which was still listening to his voicewas not much comforted by this expression of confidence. Her mind continued todrift…

The tape! That awful tape… They had made her watch the entire thing throughfrom beginning to end, even though she had tried to jump up out of the couchbefore the first thirty seconds were up. Sharon had kept her seated, her armsurprisingly strong. Stacy had even tried to keep her eyes shut, but was unableto tear her gaze away from the scene which played itself out obscenely on theTV screen in front of her.

The sound started first, while the screen remained blank. "Please," came thevoice over the TV speaker - HER VOICE! "Please let me fuck you. I want to fuckyou." The picture faded up, with her - Stacy - clearly visible in the centre ofthe room, looking over at some unidentifiable person on the bed. "Please," sherepeated. "Please let me fuck you. I want to… I really do. I’m sorry I wasmean to you before. Please let me fuck you?"

It was at this point that Stacy tried to jump up off the couch, but Sharon hadbeen expecting it, and her encircling arm held the panicking girl down. Garymoved over as if to help his girlfriend, but stopped as he saw that no help wasneeded: Stacy went limp and relaxed back into the couch, her eyes wide as shestared at the TV screen.

She was watching herself slowly strip off her own clothes. First thetee-shirt… then the bra (Stacy began to cry on the couch as her TV imagefondled and rubbed its breasts; her hand fluttered up to her face, as if toshield her eyes, but it dropped back down to her lap when Gary frowned ather)… then the pants. Finally, she was naked on the screen.

"Please." The girl on the screen (Stacy could no longer believe it was herselfsaying and doing those things; she started thinking of her image on the screenas someone else) seemed to be almost panting in lust. "Please fuck me. In needit so bad. Please fuck me." The naked girl ran her hands over her erectnipples. "Please… I want it now…"

"Come here, bitch!" The figure on the bed, only visible in the corner of thepicture, spoke (Stacy knew it was Neil, but her mind refused to put a name tohim - surely what was happening on the screen had nothing to do with her). Thenaked girl responded quickly; breasts bobbing, she ran over and kneeled at theside of the bed. After remaining in this position for a few moments, the girlreached for the man’s crotch and fumbled with the zipper. "Oh yes," shebreathed. "Please let me have your cock."

The viewpoint shifted suddenly, to a shot taken above and behind the man lyingon the bed. (A second camera, Stacy realized; there had been two cameras.) Fromthe new point of view, the girl’s actions between the man’s legs could be seenclearly. First, she handled the cock with her fingers; then she kissed it, longslow kisses with lots of tongue; finally she enveloped it completely within hermouth. The girl’s head bobbed up and down and she made loud slobbering soundsas she worked on the cock, sucking and licking. The man reached down in frontof her and began to play with her nipples, which were plainly very hard.Finally, he leaned back and pushed her away. She quickly pulled his jeans offand, after he lay back on the bed, climbed on top of him, straddling his nakedthighs.

The camera switched back to original point of view, as the girl began to playwith herself while kneeling on the bed. It zoomed in and panned slowly down herbody, from her slack, lust-glazed face, down across her panting chest and,finally, down to her pussy, where her fingers worked frantically. She wasvisibly wet. Then it slowly pulled back, revealing her entire body, just as sheleaned forward and impaled herself on the man’s stiff cock. Slowly, she movedher hips down until the cock was stuffed fully into her pussy. Then, moaningslightly, she began to grind her hips up and down, fucking herself silly as theman played with her bobbing breasts.

Once more, the camera zoomed in, and played down her sweaty body, perfectlycapturing each detail on video-tape. The girl’s excitement began to increase asher moans became cries and then threatened to become screams. The camera pulledback just as she hit the crest of her orgasm, and held the shot as the manpulled the girl down to his chest and climaxed himself. The picture slowlyfaded on this shot, with the girl collapsed sweatily on top of the man, pantingand gasping for breath.

"Anyhow," Gary was still speaking, "we won’t worry about that for now. Theimportant thing is to set out the rules of our little game and get started. Thedetails can be worked out later." Stacy just stared across the room at thenow-dark screen, in a daze. Gary, who had begun pacing the room during hislittle speech, came to a halt beside the TV. He looked down at her. "In orderto win the game," he said mildly, "you are going to have to fuck fiftydifferent guys at school before the end of the school year. That’s all."Finally, his words began to register on the stunned teenager. Had he said"fifty guys"? Fuck fifty guys?

"Nooo," Stacy cried, leaping suddenly off the couch. It was too much! Sharongrabbed after her, but the pudgy girl was too slow. In a split second, Stacywas on Gary, swinging wildly with both hands while swearing and cursing at him.One of her swings caught him across the face, sending his glasses sailingacross the room. Before Stacy could feel any satisfaction, however, she wasgrabbed from behind and pulled away. Neil had run up and wrapped his armsaround her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides.