Frustrations and Secrets

From this point forward, I'll be taking the reins in building the narrative. While I'm fully aware that I don't possess the original author's unique vision and skill, I still feel compelled to continue the story, broadening its scope beyond individual characters. I hope you'll find my interpretation worthy of the journey. Enjoy!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, but for Stephanie Summer, the day was far from over. She stormed out of the art room, her face red with frustration, her fists clenched. The Blowjob Brigade's little "race" had ended in an utter disaster for her - all thanks to Luke's lack of control. She was supposed to win that pot, the money she'd planned to use for a new dress or maybe some high-end makeup. Now, she was left with nothing but the taste of cum in her mouth and a bruised ego.

"Goddammit, Luke," Stephanie muttered under her breath as she navigated through the throng of students, her short skirt swishing around her thighs. She needed a distraction, something to erase the sting of defeat and the lingering embarrassment of having her face held down until she nearly choked.

Her green eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, who might serve as that distraction. Then she spotted him - Matt, a senior from the football team, known for his easy cash and even easier morals. He was leaning against his locker, laughing with a group of friends, his gaze casually wandering over the girls passing by. Perfect.

"Hey, Matt," Stephanie called out, her voice sweet but with an edge, as she approached him with a sway in her step. "Got a minute?"

Matt's eyebrows lifted in interest, his friends nudging him with knowing grins. "For you, Steph? Always," he replied, following her as she led him away from the crowd, down a less frequented corridor.

"I need to cool off," she said, her tone light but her eyes sharp. "And you look like you could use some... relief."

Matt chuckled, catching on quickly. "What's in it for you?"

"Twenty bucks," Stephanie stated, her hand outstretched. She wasn't in the mood to play coy or negotiate. She needed the money and the release.

Without hesitation, Matt pulled out his wallet, handing her the cash. Stephanie stuffed the bills into her bra, then dragged him into the janitor's closet. The moment the door closed, she was all business.

The small space was filled with the scent of cleaning supplies, but Stephanie didn't care; she was on a mission. She pushed Matt against the shelves, his back knocking over a broom with a clatter. Her hands were quick, undoing his belt and zipper, her fingers deft at their task. His cock was already semi-hard, the anticipation evident. She wrapped her small hand around it, feeling it twitch in her grip, her touch firm and practiced.

"You sure know how to make a guy feel special, Steph," Matt gasped as she pulled out his now fully erect cock, the head glistening with precum.

"Shut up and enjoy it," she retorted, her voice a mix of annoyance and desire. Kneeling down, she didn't waste time with foreplay; her mouth was on him in seconds, her lips tight around his shaft, her tongue working magic.

The room filled with the sounds of her enthusiastic sucking, Matt's groans echoing off the metal shelves. Stephanie was good, her reputation in the Blowjob Brigade not just for show. She bobbed her head with a rhythm that had been perfected over countless encounters, her hands at the base of his cock, coaxing him to hardness. Her lips stretched around his girth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his head, sending shivers through Matt.

"Fuck, Steph, you're amazing," Matt managed between heavy breaths, his hands finding their way into her silky brown hair, guiding her movements but not controlling them like Luke had. This was about her control, her power, her way of reclaiming the day.

She didn't speak, her focus solely on the task at hand. Her green eyes occasionally flicked up to meet his, a silent challenge in her gaze - she was in charge here, and she knew it. The sensation of power, of being wanted and in control, was intoxicating, washing away the earlier humiliation.

Matt's moans grew louder, his body tensing. Stephanie sensed his climax approaching and pulled back just enough to create space, her hand taking over where her mouth had been. With expert strokes, she brought him to the edge, then back into her mouth just as he started to cum, her lips sealing the deal as he shuddered and released. His cum filled her mouth, hot and thick, and she swallowed it all, this time with a sense of triumph rather than defeat. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stood up, smoothing her skirt.

"Thanks for the distraction," she said, her voice back to its teasing tone, the anger from earlier now a smoldering ember.

"Anytime," Matt panted, still leaning against the shelves, his knees weak.

Stephanie opened the door, stepping back into the hallway with her head held high, the money in her bra a small victory. She'd find another way to make up for the lost pot, but for now, she'd blown off enough steam to face whatever came next with her usual flair and confidence.

**

The morning sun had barely started to warm the concrete of Madison Ashley Senior High when Stephanie Summer arrived at their usual spot - a secluded corner behind the gym where the morning breeze was cooler and the prying eyes fewer. She was dressed in her school uniform, but as always, she made it look like it was tailored just for her, with the skirt slightly higher than school regulations allowed, and her blouse just tight enough to show off her figure without being too obvious.

Hazel was already there, leaning against the wall, her volleyball jacket slung over one shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and she had the look of someone who hadn't quite woken up yet.

"Morning, loser," Hazel teased, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw Stephanie approach.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I didn't come last."

"True, but you didn't come first either," Hazel shot back, her tone playful. "What was up with Luke anyway?"

"That idiot," Stephanie huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing up her small breasts slightly. "He couldn't control himself. If he hadn't held my head down like that, I would've won the damn pot."

Hazel chuckled, "Well, you know what they say, Steph - control is everything in these matters."

Before Stephanie could retort, Crystal McLaren appeared around the corner, her fiery red hair a stark contrast against the grey of the school walls. She looked more disheveled than usual, her uniform a bit more rumpled, her eyes carrying shadows of something unspoken.

"Hey, girls," Crystal greeted, her voice lacking its usual sharpness. She leaned against the wall next to Hazel, her gaze distant.

"Hey, Crystal, what's up?" Stephanie asked, noticing the off demeanor.

Crystal shrugged, her grey eyes flitting between the two of them. "Just school shit, you know how it is."

Stephanie and Hazel exchanged a glance but didn't press. They knew when Crystal was in one of her moods, she preferred to keep things close to the chest.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, the gossip of who was hooking up with whom, plans for the weekend, until a shadow fell over them. They looked up to see Danny, one of Crystal's regulars, a senior with a lazy smile and a reputation for always having cash when he needed something from the Brigade.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite redhead," Danny drawled, his eyes already roaming over Crystal's figure. "Got some time before class, Crystal?"

Crystal gave a half-smile, still not fully engaged. "Depends. What's in it for me?"

Danny raised an eyebrow, amused. "Same as always, twenty bucks for a quickie."

"Twenty?" Crystal scoffed. "You know inflation's a thing, right? Make it thirty."

Hazel and Stephanie watched the negotiation with interest. Danny seemed to consider it, then nodded, pulling out his wallet. He handed over three crumpled ten-dollar bills, which Crystal pocketed with a nod of thanks.

"Fine, but make it fast. I've got class," Crystal said, her voice a mix of business and boredom. She then gestured towards a tall, partially hidden wall segment behind them, offering a bit of privacy while still in view of her friends. "Over there, quickly."

Danny followed her lead, and they moved behind the wall, where Crystal knelt down on the grass, her skirt bunching up around her thighs, showing off the stockings that ended just above her knees. Stephanie and Hazel subtly positioned themselves to keep watch, ready to alert Crystal if any teachers or unwanted eyes appeared.

"Man, you're the best," Danny sighed as Crystal took him into her mouth, her technique as efficient as ever despite the early hour.

Stephanie watched, her earlier annoyance from the race now just a simmer in the back of her mind. She had to admit, there was something about watching Crystal work that was almost hypnotic - the way she seemed to detach herself from the act, yet still provide the satisfaction her clients sought.

Crystal's lips moved with practiced ease, her eyes closed, focusing on the task. Danny's hands hovered over her head, not daring to touch after previous warnings about messing up her hair. His breathing grew heavier, the morning air filled with the sounds of his pleasure and Crystal's diligent work.

Hazel leaned over to whisper to Stephanie, "You think she's ever going to tell us what's eating at her?"

"Doubt it. Crystal's always been a vault when she wants to be," Stephanie replied, her eyes still on the scene before her, one hand subtly raised to signal if there was any danger of being caught.

Danny was close, his body tensing, his voice a low groan. "Fuck, Crystal, you're going to make me-"

She didn't need the warning; she knew the signs. Crystal pulled back just enough, her hand taking over to finish him off, directing his release onto the ground. No mess, no fuss.

"Thanks, babe," Danny said, zipping up and looking a bit more relaxed. "See you around."

Crystal stood up, brushing off her knees, her expression unreadable. She glanced at her friends, who gave a subtle nod to indicate the coast was clear. "Yeah, see ya."

As Danny walked away, Crystal turned towards her friends, her face now a mask of calm. "What?"

"Nothing," Stephanie said, shaking her head. "Just... thanks for the show."

Crystal rolled her eyes but there was a hint of a smile. "Don't get used to it. Let's head to class, yeah?"

The three of them started walking back to the main building, each lost in their thoughts, the morning's activities setting the tone for another day at Madison Ashley High School.