TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil

By Dr. Wu

   The usual: This story is for people over 18. If
you're under 18, go away. It is also complete and
utter fiction. People behaving like the characters
herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere
that is free, and may not be posted anywhere that
requires a fee.
   The background: This is the fifth story in the saga
of Tiffany Daniels, and it will make more sense if you
read the others first. The first four are archived at
www.asstr-mirror.org, the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository,
under my name, Doktorwu. This is a free archive and
depends on your donations to keep operating. I do not
make a dime off it. I also do not have the first four,
so while I am happy to hear from (and correspond) with
fans, particularly female fans, I don't email earlier
stories.
   Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the
fucking, it's about the mind-fucking.

CHAPTER ONE
THE ONE WITH THE NEW GIRL IN TOWN

    Tiffany Daniels pulled the white cotton underpants
up her legs, and snugged them over her crotch, letting
the elastic waistband snap back against her flat
little tummy. Cheerleading practice was over, the
girls had all showered, and now they were getting back
into their street clothes in the girls' locker room.

   God, she felt great. Possibly better than she had
ever felt in her life. She was a senior, and head
cheerleader, at Godfrey Daniels High School in
Beverly, Texas, but then, that was to be expected,
because she was Tiffany Daniels. And getting the lead
in the school musical of "West Side Story," playing
Maria and getting a standing ovation every night for a
week? Again, she had been a star at the school ever
since she was a freshman, so that was expected as
well.

   What was really putting the bounce into Tiffany's
step these days was Hayden, her new love. She had
dated so many jocks and jerks over the last couple of
years, and usually they were one and the same:
football studs who felt they were entitled to some
pussy, or at least a furtive hand job in the back
seat, just because they put on shoulder pads on Friday
night and ran into other guys in shoulder pads. She
was so sick of groping high school boys, running their
hands up her legs, squirming their fingers under her
blouse and bra. 

   But Hayden was different. He had been cast as Tony
in "West Side Story," and at first she hadn't been
thrilled with the choice, because she never had
thought of Hayden in THAT way. He wasn't bad looking,
and he was a good actor, and a nice, funny guy, but he
just didn't have that cock-of-the-walk mentality that
is crucial to a guy's sex appeal in high school. But
then they had kissed during rehearsal, and Tiffany
discovered that she liked kissing Hayden, and wanted
to keep on kissing him after the scene was over. And
they had continued, going out together, taking long
walks and holding hands, and talking. The school
gossip buzzed because Tiffany Daniels, head
cheerleader and a hands-down favorite to be voted prom
queen, was dating a guy who was a thespian (giggle
giggle went the girls in the cafeteria), but Tiffany
didn't care, cause Hayden was sweet and cute and
gentle and had not yet groped her, although she
thought maybe she was ready for him to start. She
thought maybe she was in love.

   "She thinks she's so fuckin' hot. I'd like to stick
an ice cube up her twat, that'd cool her down!" A
conversation among some of the cheerleaders from the
other side of the lockers drifted over and interrupted
Tiffany's reverie about Hayden. She was startled to
hear such vehemence and tuned into the discussion
midway through.

   "Lisa, you shouldn't talk about Tiffany like that!"
came another girl's voice, somewhat shocked.

   They were talking about her! Tiffany realized. And
Lisa must be Lisa Boulet, the new girl. She was a
transfer student to Daniels High from Los Angeles, a
cute little sophomore who had some of the boys on
hormonal red alert. Tiffany didn't like her, although
she didn't really know her well, she had to admit.

   "Tiffany Daniels can kiss my pink ass!" Lisa Boulet
said. Tiffany was appalled. What had she ever done to
Lisa? Nothing!

   "Why are you so down on Tiffany?" another
cheerleader asked, and Tiffany recognized the voice of
Rosie, a junior. She had stopped getting dressed now,
and stood there in just her panties.

   "She's just not as great as she thinks she is!"
proclaimed Lisa. "Prancing around on stage singing I
feel pretty, oh so pretty ...Alll I hear at this
school is Tiffany Daniels this, Tiffany Daniels that.
The boys all talk about how much she looks like Anna
Kournikiva. Well I got news for Tiffany Daniels. Anna
Kournikova has never won a major tennis tournament.
She may look like hot shit, but she's a loser! And so
is Tiffany Daniels!"

   Tiffany's face was hot with rage. How dare this
little snip of a transfer student dis her like that?
She almost dashed around the wall of lockers that
separated them and bitch-slapped the girl. But she
wasn't dressed yet, and while the cheerleaders did
parade around naked in front of each other in the
shower, she didn't feel comfortable confronting such a
hateful person in her underwear.

   "Anyway, I heard a rumor she's fucking half the
teachers in the school," Lisa continued. "I just
wonder whether it's the female half or the male half!"

   "Lisa!" the other girls screamed. "You're
terrible!" But Tiffany could hear a tone of enjoyment
in their voices, not condemnation.

   "God damn her!" Tiffany seethed quietly, as she
pulled her khaki shorts on, followed by a tight "No
Doubt" T-shirt. "How dare she!"

   "Ah, fuck her!" Lisa Boulet said loudly. "Oh wait,
I guess I'd have to take a number and get in line!"
The other cheerleaders howled with laughter, and
Tiffany clenched her fists. She wouldn't confront Lisa
Boulet right now, she decided. She was queen of this
school, and well-connected. There were plenty of ways
to get the little bitch to pay for her impudence!

   Half an hour later, Tiffany was driving her younger
sister Stephanie home, and told her about the incident
in the locker room. She had no idea how Stephanie
would react - Steph, after all, had put her older
sister through some terrible torments over the last
year or so - so Tiffany was gratified when the younger
blonde got just as angry as she was.

   "That little cunt!" Stephanie exclaimed, tapping an
ash from her Marlboro Light out the window of the
Miata. "Nobody can piss all over my sister like that
and get away with it! That's my job!" Tiffany look
startled, but then realized Stephanie was kidding, and
the siblings laughed.

   "I want revenge," Tiffany said. "I want to teach
that little piece of shit a lesson."

   "I could help with that," Steph offered. "You want
some help, Tiff?"

   "I'd love some."

   "Let me talk to Mr. White and see what can be
arranged." At the name of Roger White, the principal
of Daniels High, Tiffany shuddered. It had been almost
a year since White and several teachers had played the
long game they had called "Toying With Tiffany," a
vicious, degrading game that had involved public
humiliation, giving blowjobs to the visiting
basketball team, an anal sex orgy in the cafeteria
after hours. After Stephanie had agreed to become
White's submissive slave girl, White had told Tiffany
she was off the hook. But the thought of asking her
former tormentor for help bothered her greatly.

   "Come on, Tiff, I've done just about everything
with White than can be done to a girl, not to mention
his friends. He owes me, even though he's the top and
I'm the bottom."

   "What do you mean, top and bottom?" Tiffany asked.

   "It's terms in dominance and submission," Stephanie
explained, a 15-year-old sadly wise beyond her years.
"In sex, one person is dominant, and he's the top.
Usually a he. Sometimes a she can be dominant. And the
other one is the bottom. The bottom is the one who
gets done to, the top does the doing."

   "Could Mr. White make Lisa my bottom?" Tiffany
asked, excited at the prospect of making the nasty
little girl do her bidding.

   "Mr. White can do anything," Stephanie said. "Hey,
look what he made you do!"

   "Oh God, don't remind me!" Tiffany snapped. But
even as she was trying to shut out the horrible
memories of what had been done to her, something in
her pussy was remembering. Because White and the other
male teachers hadn't just abused the gorgeous
adolescent for their own pleasure - they had opened
her up to her own sexuality as well, forcing her to
have orgasms against her will. In the months since,
she had tried to recapture the strength of those first
orgasms, the ones inflicted on her helpless,
vulnerable teen pussy by nasty male mouths and probing
fingers, and while she had been able to make herself
cum, at night alone in her bed, she could never cum
quite as hard as she had done in the back seat of
White's SUV that night.

   Tiffany forced the unpleasant thoughts from her
mind. "Just so White knows it's Lisa who's the target,
the bottom," she told Steph. "And not me. I'm done
being a bottom. I'm gonna be a top from now on!"

   "Go for it, Tiff!" Stephanie shouted as she flicked
her smoke out the window. And Stephanie smiled a
small, private smile. A year and a half younger than
her sister, and she knew so much more.

*****************************

   And so it came to pass, two days later, that Lisa
Boulet was summoned to Principal White's office, and
was surprised to find Tiffany Daniels already sitting
there. White closed the door to the outer office
behind Lisa; the lock snicked silently into place
without the cute sophomore even hearing it.

   "Thanks for coming, Lisa," Roger White said to the
girl. "We haven't had much of a chance to talk since
you transferred here." White let his eyes roam up and
down Lisa Boulet's luscious 15-year-old body. She was
a cute little pixie, he thought. Just a little over
five feet tall, no more than 100 pounds, with dark
hair she kept short in a Winona Ryder type cut. But
every pound of her was choice teen meat, White
thought. Her legs were firm and curvy, her ass had a
luscious little jut to it, and those tits. They
weren't the fantastic 36C love-melons that Tiffany had
been blessed with, but they were more than ample in
proportion to Lisa's small, compact frame. A good 34B,
White estimated.

   And he also now saw why Lisa had quickly gotten the
nickname "Lisa Bullets" from the boys of Daniels High.
Her nipples were neatly always erect. White's office
wasn't particularly cold, and he could tell her firm
young breasts were well-encased by a bra, but damned
if her little nipples weren't totally erect, jutting
right out from her tits in a proud double salute like
a couple of bullets. Like most high school girls in
the early fall in Texas, she dressed for the weather,
wearing a shorty denim skirt and a midriff-baring pink
crop top. 

   "So it disturbs me that we have to meet under such
unpleasant circumstances," White continued. Oh yeah,
he thought, he was disturbed all right. Disturbed that
he had to get through this little charade before he
could stuff that ripe young mouth full of his manhood!

   Lisa Bullets' brown eyes widened. "What did I do?"
she squeaked.
    
   White pulled himself up to his full stature, and
lowered his voice to its authority level. "There are
reports you're using drugs, Lisa," he said. "I have to
ask you to empty your purse on my desk."

   Lisa was relieved. She didn't do drugs at all, and
there was nothing in her purse to condemn her. She
calmly upended it over White's desk, and out fell her
datebook, wallet, lipstick, some makeup, a couple of
pens, and a sealed baggie full of white powder. Her
jaw dropped, and White seized the baggie instantly.

   "Oh, my," he intoned. "This does not look good at
all." He opened the bag, stuck in a forefinger and
tasted the powder. "Yup, just as it appears to be -
cocaine. Of course, when the police come and
confiscate this, they can run their own tests."

   "That's not mine!" Lisa squealed. "I've never seen
that before! Somebody planted that!"

   "Yeah, that's what they all say," White fired back.
"I hope your family can afford a good lawyer, young
lady. This looks like enough to qualify for intent to
traffic, which is a felony. Ouch. Texas Girls'
Reformatory, meet Lisa Boulet."

   Tiffany piped in. Not for nothing was she the star
of the drama department. "Oh, Jesus, Mr. White, not
the Reformatory. They'll destroy a girl like Lisa!
Didn't you read that horrible article in the paper
about a 15-year-girl who was raped with a mop handle
in the shower. They held her down and stuck the mop
handle up inside her as far as it would go. It was
awful. She'll never have babies! She's lucky to be
alive."

   Lisa was staring at the two, hyperventilating with
anxiety. The room seemed to be spinning. God what a
nightmare. Could she proved the cocaine wasn't hers?
How could she prove it? What could she do? Panic
seized the teenager and squeezed her relentlessly.

   "I've never seen that bag before!" she repeated
lamely. "I don't use coke."

   "Well, I have a couple of signed affidavits from
your teachers that they have been concerned you might
be using drugs. And Tiffany here tells me that
students are talking, that you've been bragging about
how easy it is to score cocaine."

   "That's a lie!" the beleaguered girl responded. She
glared at Tiffany. "It's not true. It's not fair."

   "You can tell that to the cops, and to the judge,
and to the warden at the Reformatory," White said
coldly. "For drug trafficking, you'll be held at the
Reformatory until your case goes to trial. Even if
you're found not guilty, which is doubtful, you could
spend months there awaiting trial. A sweet little girl
like you in the Reformatory will be like a pork chop
tossed into a kennel.

   "I guess it's my sad duty to call the police,"
White concluded, and picked up his phone.

   "No! God no! Please don't call!"

   "Why shouldn't I call?"

   "I don't know. But please, I beg you," the
trembling teen girl begged, "please don't call the
police." She started to cry. White felt his erection
stirring at the look in her eyes - helpless,
vulnerable, pleading.

   "Well, there might be another way," he said.

   "God, I'll do anything," said Lisa, sniffling.

   "I'll bet you will," White said. He unzipped his
pants and let them fall to the floor, thumbed down his
jockey shorts and unleashed his hard-on, which sprang
to attention. 

    Lisa looked shocked. "Oh shit!" she cried. "You
fucking pervert. You dirty old man! You're
blackmaliing me!"

    "If that's what you want to call it, Lisa, fine. I
like to think of it as alternative community service.
Now you can either give me a blow job right this
second, or you'll be locked in a cell within about
three hours with a bunch of hungry lesbians. Unless
you're a closet dyke, I think you ought to go with the
blow job."

   "You son of a bitch!" Lisa spat. Her eyes flashed
with fury at the principal, and then over at Tiffany
as well. "You won't get away with this!"

   "Oh yes I will, you worthless little slut. I get
away with just about anything I want to around here.
Tell her, Tiffany."

   "He does, Lisa. Really. He's done all sorts of mean
things, him and some of the male teachers, to some of
the girls here. He blackmails and threatens them, and
he always gets his way," Tiffany said.

   "In fact," White told the trembling sophomore,
"sucking my cock is just phase one of your
rehabilitation, Lisa. I think you need the guidance of
an older girl here at school to help you. I think
Tiffany Daniels is just the girl to show you the error
of your ways. So starting right after you swallow my
sperm, you are going to be Tiffany's slave for the
next week. You will do every single thing she says,
and do it perfectly and willingly. If you do not, if
you so much as hesitate, Tiffany will report back to
me and I'll send you off to Lesbo-World, where the
instrument of penetration is a broom handle instead of
a nice, warm penis."

   White grabbed Lisa by the front of her shirt and
pulled her toward him. "Do you understand me, little
girl?" he roared.

   Lisa's head was spinning, but she knew that at the
moment, she had no choice. "Yes, sir," she said
meekly.

   "Good girl," White said. "Now strip off those
clothes, every stitch, and come over here on your
hands and knees."

   Lisa glared with hatred at her tormentor, but did
as she was told. She briskly pulled her top over her
head, and slipped out of her bra, then stepped out of
her skirt and white cotton panties. White licked his
lips at the physical perfection of the 15-year-old
beauty, the smoothness of her young, unsullied skin,
the sweet patch of brown pubic hair covering her
virgin little pussy. She instinctively covered her
mound with her hands, but White barked at her to keep
her hands at her side.

   The older man stepped out of his pants, but left
his shirt on, and wheeled his desk chair in front of
his desk. He sat down and spread his knees wide. "Now
drop to your hands and knees, Lisa, like the little
doggie that you are, and crawl over here and suck my
cock!" he ordered.

   Lisa Boulet obeyed. She reached White's lap, opened
her lips, squeezed her eyes shut tightly in a grimace,
and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

   "I'll bet this is your first blowjob, isn't it
Lisa?" White asked.

   "Hm-mmm," Lisa answered affirmatively. She knew
instinctively it was best to keep sucking, not to
stop.

   "Well, you're not bad. But you need to get more
into your mouth. That's a girl. I won't gag you this
first time. Just get your mouth lower and lower until
I hit the back of your throat. Ahhh, yes, that's a
good little suck-doggie. Now suck like it was a
Tootsie Roll pop."

   Tiffany Daniels watched as her nemesis was
humiliated by the principal. Her body was tingling
with excitement, and her pussy was getting wet at
watching Lisa on her hands and knees, forced to give a
blowjob against her will. She felt fantastic! Lisa was
going to be her slave for a week. She'd put this
little girl through her paces, teach her to shoot her
mouth off about seniors!

   "Ahh, you have a talented mouth, Lisa," White said,
leaning back with his eyes clothes while the naked
schoolgirl worked on his throbbing dick. "But just to
spice up our little game a bit, I'm gonna ask Tiffany
to play also. Tiffany, while Lisa is sucking me off,
go into the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a
rubber glove and some oil. Put on the glove, put some
oil on your index finger, and give little suck-doggie
here a little oil massage. I think her pussy would be
a good place to start."

   Lisa started to lift her head up to protest, but
White grabbed her hair firmly and forced her face back
down on to his cock. "Naughty, naughty, suck-doggie.
Your job is to suck, not talk. I don't want to hear a
word out of you until you've got a belly full of
sperm, suck doggie."

   Tiffany opened the drawer and pulled out the glove
and oil. To her surprise, the small bottle of oil was
bright red. The label had Chinese characters, and
underneath it read Szechuan Cooking Oil.  She was glad
White had provided her with a glove.

   In a moment, she was squatting behind Lisa's butt.
The delightful little bubble-butt bobbed back and
forth, in rhythm with her head. The lips of the
victim's pussy peeked out between her thighs slightly.

   "Spread your legs," Tiffany ordered, slapping Lisa
on the ass. She got a surge of power as she did it,
which felt great.

   Lisa spread her legs, exposing more of her sweet
cleft. Tiffany poured the highly spiced oil onto her
finger, reached between Lisa's thighs and began to
massage it into the folds.

   At first Lisa had no reaction. But within a few
seconds she began to moan and squirm. White kept a
tight grip on her head, not letting her pull her mouth
away. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Lisa-dog," he
sneered. "That's Chinese cooking oil, highly seasoned
with ground chile peppers. It can raise blisters on
regular skin. On sensitive inner skin, like the kind
inside your pussy, it's gonna be like the fires of
hell. I call it a motivator. Tiffany's gonna keep
giving you more and more oil until I come. The sooner
you make me come with your mouth, the sooner I tell
Tiffany to stop."

   Tiffany's pussy spasmed at White's speech. She had
know the oil was probably going to react horribly with
Lisa's membranes, but hearing White explain it so
heartlessly gave her a sexual rush all the same. She
continued to rub the folds of Lisa's outer labia. She
had been through so much sexually in the past year
that it hardly even seemed strange to her to be
squatting behind another girl in the principal's
office massaging a pussy. It wasn't the first twat she
had had contact with, after all; her sister Stephanie
had gone through a period during the summer when she
had demanded that Tiffany "service" her regularly,
which had meant licking her sister to orgasm every
night.

   The blonde senior couldn't see Lisa's eyes, since
they were pointed at Mr. White's bulging midriff, but
they were filled with tears, of pain and of hatred.
Unable to pull her head back from the pole that was
stuffed into her mouth, Lisa at least tried to avoid
the searing pain of the Szechuan oil, and wiggled her
ass, trying to dislodge Tiffany's fingers.

   "Don't let her throw you, Tiffany," White said
sternly. "For the next round, I think you need to get
some oil up inside Miss Boulet's little cunt. Smear it
all around for her, if you want to teach her a
lesson."

   Lisa Boulet tried to scream, but couldn't, as she
was thoroughly gagged by the massive penis. Despite
her hatred for Lisa, Tiffany felt a pang of guilt, of
feeling sorry for the tormented little girl. Her mind
flashed back to the time White had called her,
Tiffany, to his office, with the blackmail video, and
smeared honey all over her pussy and ass and then
poured ants all over her. At the memory, she felt
another sexual surge, a definite twitch of her excited
clitoris, which confused her. She was supposed to be
the dominant girl here; why did her clit throb when
she thought of a time when she was the submissive one?

   Tiffany pushed the thought from her mind and
re-anointed her fingertip with the fiery, viscous 
oil. Her forefinger was bright red up to the knuckle,
and she now began to slowly slide that finger up
inside Lisa Boulet's virgin pussy. Lisa bucked and
thrashed and screamed her muffled protests into
White's hard-on.

   "Lisa, let me help you!" Tiffany suddenly blurted.
"You need to make him cum! Use your hand and jack his
shaft up and down, it's the only way to get him off
quicker!"

   Why was she saying this? Shouldn't she be
prolonging Lisa's agony, she wondered? She saw Lisa
reach her right hand up and grab the base of White's
throbbing stalk and begin to move her small hand up
and down in a pistoning motion. Tiffany wiggled her
oily finger inside Lisa's canal, smearing the peppery
goo throughout.

   "Oh yeah, you little blow job queen, suck that
cock!" White moaned. He began thrusting his cock
forward into Lisa's mouth, choking the girl, cutting
off her air. Tiffany could tell he was getting close,
and decided it was time for one last torture of the
sophomore. She put more oil on her finger, and without
warning, rammed it solidly up between the girl's ass
cheeks, right past the tiny pink starfish of her
bunghole, all the way up her rectum!

   Poor Lisa Boulet nearly jumped out of her skin at
the unexpected impalement. She was being choked on the
monster cock, was supporting all her weight on her
left arm, and was now being reamed out in her ass
passage. Her pussy was on fire, and now her ass was on
fire! But she could feel White's cock swelling in her
mouth, and even though this was her first blow job,
she knew instinctively the tyrannical man must be
getting close to coming.

   "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, you little slut! Here I come!"
White bellowed, and jammed his dick deep into the poor
girl's mouth, just as Tiffany jammed her finger all
the way up Lisa's bunghole as far as it would go.
White's cock exploded, and suddenly her mouth was
filled with his nasty, salty jism. It seemed like
gallons of it, and she began swallowing frantically,
knowing she should not spill a drop. She grunted like
a pig as Tiffany's finger sawed in and out of her sore
little anal opening.

    Finally, it was over. White withdrew, and so did
Tiffany. He winked at her, over Lisa's head, and
Tiffany winked back. Lisa staggered to her feet, her
limbs cramped and sore, her jaw stiff, her teeth all
gritty from the sperm coating they had just received.
But none of that could compare to the unbelievable
agony that coursed through her crotch. Her pussy and
ass felt as if they were on fire, as if they were
being toasted by a cigarette lighter. 

   White grabbed the girl's white panties and bra from
the tangle of clothes on the floor. "I'll keep these,
slut," he told her. "You can go back to class and
spend the rest of the school day without underwear.
You'd just stain the panties all red anyway as you
leaked."

   "You son of a bitch!" Lisa spat. "I hurt! I hurt so
bad!"

   "Not as bad as you'd be hurtin' in the Reformatory,
sweetheart," White chuckled. "This was the easy way.
Now you and I are done. But remember, you are
Tiffany's slave for a week. And if you don't do every
single thing she says, then I call the cops about your
little cocaine problem."

   "Fuck you!" Lisa shouted.

   "Now if that's going to be your attitude, Lisa, I
can always arrange for you to have detention after
school today. It's your choice. You can be nice and
thank me politely for not turning you in, and that way
you get to go home at the end of the day and give
yourself a nice couple of enemas and wash all that
nasty hot stuff out of you. Or you can cop an
attitude, and I'll give you detention for today.
You'll come back to this office for an hour, and I'll
think up some even more creative things to do to you.
And Tiffany can tell you, I can be very creative." He
glared at the girl with authority.

   Lisa glanced at Tiffany, wondering again what had
happened between the senior and White. But then she
took a breath, and exhaled. "I'm sorry," she said
meekly.

   "That's better. Now acknowledge to Tiffany that you
are her slave, and you will obey her every command."

   "I'm your slave, Tiffany," Lisa said stiffly. "I
will obey your every command."

   "Good decision," White said. "I don't want to see
you back in here for disobedience, Lisa. It would not
be pleasant. Now you girls go on and have a fun week,"
White told them.

   Neither he nor Tiffany saw the look of almost
pathological hatred that crossed Lisa's face briefly.
Quietly, to herself, Lisa Boulet made a vow that she
would turn the tables on Miss Tiffany Fucking Daniels
soon. Very soon.

CHAPTER TWO
THE ONE WITH THE TEENAGE DIRTBAG

   About the fourth time Tiffany heard the song
blaring out of Stephanie's bedroom, she went down the
hall to investigate. When she walked in, she found her
younger sister dancing in the middle of her floor, her
slender young body gyrating in a frenzy. She wore a
tiny halter top, and even though her tits were small,
the cups of the halter were so small - no bigger than
a child's hand - that the flesh bulged out the top,
bottom and sides. A pair of extremely snug denim Daisy
Dukes encased her girly ass.

   "What's that song?" Tiffany yelled over the rock
music.

   Stephanie punched pause on the computer screen
music player. "It's called 'Teenage Dirtbag,' by some
band called Wheatus. I downloaded it off Napster, and
I love it!" She punched play on the screen, and the
harmonies of Wheatus filled the room:
   "I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby/
   Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby/
   Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me!"

   Tiffany found herself drawn to the infectious
melody, and started dancing with Stephanie, only a
little more sedately. Steph was whirling and flinging
herself around the bedroom in a frenzy.

   Finally the song stopped.

   "So what's up, sis?" Stephanie asked, plopping her
butt on the bed. "How are things going with your new
slave?"

   "OK," Tiffany replied.

   "What have you had her doing? I haven't seen her
naked in the halls yet."

   "Well, yesterday after cheerleading practice, in
the locker room, I made her say in front of all the
girls that she was sorry she had said mean things
about me. And I made her get down on her knees and
kiss my ass and beg my forgiveness!" Tiffany's face
flushed hot at the memory.

   "Bare ass or panties?" Stephanie asked.

   "Bare ass."

   "Just a peck on the cheek, or did you make her
French your asshole?"

   "Stephanie! You are so gross! No way I'm gonna tell
her to French my asshole in front of the whole squad!
They'd all think I was lez or something."

   "OK, so what else have you done to squash her like
the fucking bug she is?" Stephanie asked.

   "Well, I haven't had much of a chance. I'm a senior
and Lisa's a sophomore, so we don't have any classes
together. I think she's been avoiding me. I was
thinking of maybe doing something this weekend."

   "Jesus Christ, girl!" Stephanie shouted. "I arrange
for you to get served Lisa Bullets on a fucking silver
platter, and you're wimping out. You're pissing away
your chance. No classes together? She's avoiding you?
Did that stop Mr. White from using you like a cheap
Kleenex last year?"

   "No," Tiffany muttered. She was suddenly ashamed of
herself, knowing her younger but far more
sophisticated sister scorned her.

   "Maybe you're just not cut out to be dominant!"
Stephanie spat.

   "I am too!" Tiffany shot back. "I am dominant! Look
at my position in the school. I'm the head
cheerleader, I'm the star of the drama program, I'm
the most popular and beautiful and richest girl in the
senior class! Doesn't that count for anything?" she
pleaded.

   "It beats being a loser, sis, but it doesn't have
squat to do with sexual dominance," Stephanie said. "A
person can be powerful in real life, and a total
submissive in the bedroom. Let me tell you a story.
Mr. White introduced me to a guy who runs a nightclub
just outside of town. It's sort of a strip club, sort
of a house of prostitution, sort of whatever the guys
who pay want it to be and what the girls are up for. 

   "Snake, that's the guy who owns the club, set me up
with this guy who's a banker in Dallas, president of
the biggest bank there. He's one of the richest guys
in Texas, and you know what he wanted when he paid
Snake $1,000 and took me to a hotel room? He wanted me
to pee on him!"

   "Ewwww, Steph!"

   "Hey, it could have been worse, he could have
wanted to pee on me. So he climbed naked into the
bathtub and jacked off, and I squatted over him and
peed on him and called him a dirty boy over and over.
I split the grand with Snake. But the point is this
guy is so fucking rich he could hire Britney Spears to
sing at his birthday party, and he wants a girl to pee
on him and say he's a dirty boy. He's a sexual
submissive."

   "I thought you said you were a submissive too,"
Tiffany said.

   "I was, and I am. If I'm really gonna get off, I
like to have some older guy pin me down and fuck me
like he was raping me. That makes me pop like a string
of firecrackers. But Mr. White has introduced me to a
whole world of sexual adventures, and some of them pay
very well if a girl is willing to have an open mind.
I've got more than $8,000 stuffed in a shoebox under
my bed."

   "Steph! My God, you're a hooker!"

   "So what? Should I do it for free? People are going
to have sex, Tiff. I'm going to have sex. Why
shouldn't I get paid also?"

   "So what else do you do at this club?"

   "Forget about the club, Tiff. This is about you. My
point is that some people like the banker dude are
natural sexual submissives. And I'm worried that you
may be a submissive, too, A bottom, like I told you
before."

   "But I don't want to be!" Tiffany wailed. "I want
to be a top!"

   "You are what you are, sis," Stephanie said. "You
may be able to be a top, I don't know. So far you
haven't proven much with Lisa. A true top would have
had that girl crawling naked down the hallways of
school making moo-ing sounds, with a sign on her ass
saying "Free Butt Fucks." Or something like that. An
apology doesn't show a very creative mind as a
dominant."

   "What should I do, Steph?" the senior cheerleader
pleaded. "Can you help me?"

   "Stephanie sighed. "I'm just a teenage dirtbag,
baby. But I can help you. Find Lisa tomorrow and tell
her you and she are going to the mall on Saturday.
Tell her to be at our house at 12 noon sharp. Tell her
to wear something skimpy and slutty. Be specific. Make
her understand that if she doesn't show up, or she
doesn't look like a 15-year-old fucktoy, you're gonna
go to Mr. White and ask that she be raped by a pack of
dogs. Or something."

   Tiffany shuddered at the image. Or maybe it was the
mention of the mall. She'd been dragged to a mall
once, and publicly humiliated, forced to show her
beautiful breasts in a store full of other people, and
worse, much worse. She felt that familiar tingle going
through her young pussy again. She was getting juicy,
and wanted to touch herself.

   "I'll do it," Tiffany said.

   "Good girl. And I'll help set it up so that you
can't fail. I'll call Snake and have him go along with
you and Lisa. When Snake sees Lisa, his creativity
will take over, and poor Lisa Bullets will be begging
for the wild dogs." Stephanie Daniels laughed.

*************************
   Tiffany woke up Saturday morning with a sopping wet
pussy and a buzzing in her clit. She'd been dreaming
about her boyfriend Hayden, that they were in bed
together and he had suddenly become a wild man. Sweet,
gentle Hayden had suddenly pinned her down and climbed
on top, looked into her eyes and said, "I'm gonna take
what's mine, Tiffany. I'm gonna fuck that sweet little
pussy of yours!" And then he had plunged his huge cock
up inside her tight little cunt, over and over,
ramming away, his pubic bone banging against her clit,
which was so wet and so begging for more, and more and
more....

   She was awake now, and breathing hard, her heart
beating in her ears. Without thinking, her hand stole
down under her pajama bottoms and began to fondle her
clit. "Ohhhh, jeeeeez," she moaned softly as the
17-year-old fondled herself, caressed herself, rubbed
herself. Her knees fell to the sides, her legs splayed
wide under the covers, and she rubbed and rubbed and
rubbed until finally the moment came, the orgasm she
needed so badly, and her body stiffened and she bit
her lip to keep from screaming out.

   Afterward, it was too much to think about. She was
glad the dream was about Hayden instead of Mr. White
or her horrible cousin or some nameless, faceless man
in an alley, because those were the men she dreamed
about sometimes. This was Hayden, the boy she loved.
But he was so rough. So unlike sweet Hayden. 

   "Tiffany!" Her mother's voice broke through her
confused thought-stream. 
  
   "Daddy had to go into the office today, and I've
got tennis at 10 and then lunch with the girls and
then some shopping. I'll see you tonight at dinner!"

   "OK, Mom!" She sprang from the bed, aware now that
it was Saturday, the day she would prove that she
should be a top, the day she would make Lisa Boulet
grovel like a, like a, well, she didn't know exactly
what grovelled, but whatever. She shrugged and headed
for the shower.

   At 11:30, the doorbell rang, and by the time Tiff
got downstairs, Stephanie had already opened it. As
Tiffany came downstairs into the foyer, she saw Snake.

   He was tall. And dark and scary, she thought.
Tiffany took in the man standing there. He was
probably about 30, although Tiffany wasn't too good at
guessing the ages of older guys. Probably 6'2" or
6'3", lean, muscled. Very muscled. He had black hair
pulled back in a ponytail, and dark eyes. A black
T-shirt with the sleeves cut off showed off his
powerful biceps, each of which had a large matching
tatoo of a coiled snake. Black jeans and boots
completed the outfit. Even before he spoke to her,
Tiffany could feel his power. It radiated off him like
heat from pavement on a sunny day.

   Snake turned his dark eyes on the gorgeous blonde
teenager coming down the stairs to greet him, and
smiled. Here was the ultimate male sexual fantasy, the
perfect little sister of the most perfect airbrushed
Playboy Playmate come to full, robust life. Blonde
hair, blue eyes, a curvy body, and tits. Major fuckin'
tits, Snake thought. Tiffany's teen breasts stood out
from her chest with a ripe firmness that would
disappear in only a few years. They were stuffed into
a tight white blouse, and even though she was wearing
a bra, they bounced as if trying to get free. She wore
a plaid kilt-type skirt that hit her at mid-thigh, and
Snake wondered what color her panties were, and then
wondered a few things beyond that.
    
   "Snake, this is Tiffany. Tiffany, this is Snake."
Stephanie handled the introductions.

   "Pleased t' meet ya," Snake said, extending a
weathered hand. Tiffany shook it, as if she were at a
job interview or something. It was weird, she thought,
shaking hands with a guy who was some sort of pimp or
strip club owner, who was going to go out with her
today and try to break the spirit of Lisa Boulet.

   "Hi," she said, and gave him her most dazzling
smile.

   "God damn, you look good enough to eat," Snake
said.

   Tiffany shivered with lust, at the thought of Snake
eating her.

   "Well, buddy boy, she ain't what's for dinner,"
Stephanie joked, and the three of them laughed.

   "No, I understand the drill," Snake replied. "It's
just when I meet a young lady as fine looking as
Tiffany here, well, the old gonads just sort of go on
automatic pilot."

   "Well, take 'em off auto pilot, Snake," Stephanie
said. "Your target will be over here in a few minutes.
Her name is Lisa Boulet, also known as Lisa Bullets
for reasons you will soon understand. And as I
explained, she's being blackmailed by Mr. White, so
you can pretty much do with her what you want."

   "Good old Roger!" Snake crowed. "What a fuckin'
perv that dude is! I can do what I want, huh? How
'bout if I just fuck her up the ass while the two of
you film it with a camcorder?"

   "Well, that's certainly not impossible," Stephanie
said, "but this is about establishing Tiffany's
dominance over Lisa. I imagine you'll get some teenage
pussy before the day is out, but first the three of
you are going to the mall. Lisa needs to be taken down
a few pegs, and there's nothing like a nice public
place to make a girl feel totally humiliated. Wouldn't
you say, Tiffany?"

   "Uh, yeah," said Tiffany, knowing what Stephanie
was referring to,