(Alex) In defence of her dynasty

Alex entered the bustling cafeteria on tenterhooks. Her nerves biting down upon her lower lip as sharply as her teeth did. She hated feeling like this. Hated the very idea that she had to run around on the heels of pathetic gossip and rumor mills, as if she was a medieval princess defending her kingdom. Yet, to not do so would be to invite disaster. To let all the snidey bitches and would-be skanks of this school think they had open game to ruin everything. Duncan was her boy! Or one of them… anyway. He was her ‘sporty one’, the ever-important main hunk of any teen girl’s little collection. The idea that any other girl might be sinking her claws into him... for anything more than just the occasional casual fool around fuck... was just as sickening to her.

The queue for the dinner trays was as chaotic as ever. Girls sat upon the rails, demanding every passerby lick a splodge of mash potato or sauce off their nipples… as if that was in any way sexy or appealing. God the only-childs could be so desperately unsubtle sometimes. The male versions of course had their cocks all in hand, jacking themselves off as they trudged along. At some point it had become tradition to see how far down the counter you could get before cumming, then to shoot your load out over whatever food tray you’d got to. The teachers and dinner ladies had tried to discourage or stop this on several occasions, but the female students kept insisting on just eating the stuff anyway. Another little chance to prove how far from a prude you were. So there seemed little real argument that the practice was harmful. It probably saved a fortune on salt over the years after all. At the end of the line was always one great vat, the celebrated soup of the day, reached only by those boys who could hold out the longest. The other ingredients might change every time it was made… but the flavour and texture always returned quite familiar. Alex helped herself to just a small bowl of this, her mind on far more important things than sustenance. A boy she didn’t recognise offered her a private burst of seasoning… she just accepted, absentmindedly, without looking.

She had eyes on the offence already… There was Duncan. Perched up on one of the central tables in loose gym shorts, laughing and chatting with some of his friends. Leaning across his lap was a bobbing blonde head though. The encroaching slut in question. She was chuckling along with the boys who surrounded her, adding her own little chirps of humor it would seem. Yet, Alex only had eyes for how casually she held that central figure’s cock. How greedily she returned to gorging upon it whenever the conversation moved away. All this might be forgivable. A simple friendly bit of foreplay with some classmates… Except for the final straw that blew away all Alex’s doubts that she was just being paranoid:

The bitch was wearing one Duncan’s team shirts. Had his name plastered across her miserable, saggy breasts. Scraping against her raw and puffy nipples. The whore’s barely-shaven crotch was just visible. Poking out from beneath the jersey of ALEX’s man, her excuse for an ass being fondled by one of his pals. There was no missing that symbolism. It was a message. A challenge: ‘You’ve left this one hung out to dry too long, and now I’m moving in!’

Alex seethed. Unable to even finish her bowl of cummy soup. She cast it aside on one of the tables she passed and marched forward with grim determination. She did not know what she was planning to do yet… but the furious urge to do it was building. With a sudden burst of fresh rage she even recognised where she knew this girl from. It was the skank-ass sister of that prude from the bus this morning. The one who made excuses even to get out of looking out for her own family… If that was the kind of low-brow competition who were stepping up to her now, Alex had really been letting things slip! Well, all that was going to change, starting NOW. She was a daughter of the TAYLOR family! Four children deep and twin-producers! No one-sibling’d whore with ambitions of thievery was going to step to her!