Michael’s Friends

6 more texts.

Shower now

Use mouthwash

Put on sexy makeup, company coming

Wear whats on bed nothing else

Hair in pigtails

You have 10 min

Fuck fuck fuck. He was commanding me with his phone. He could do this any time he wanted now. I rushed to my room, and passed him coming up the stairs. He didn’t even make eye contact with me, but watched my chest bounce as I climbed up the steps. I can’t believe he’s using me like this.

I did as I was told, of course, and pretty damn fast. I could hear a couple of male voices from the shower, and guessed that Michael had one of his dumbass friends over.

What I saw on my bed stopped me in my tracks. It was a parody of my school uniform. He got his hands on one of them and took a pair of scissors to it. The shirt was slashed, like a third of it was left, and he cut the top into a deep v neck… I only saw one button. The skirt was worse… it looked like a belt. I thought the worst part was that there was no underwear. Fucking bastard.

But I was wrong. Also on the bed was a black dog collar, with little silver studs all the way around. We used it to train our dog last year. There was an electrical component, and I was really hoping he didn’t have the remote.

As I got dressed and did my makeup, I heard a

thumping bass line from our stereo downstairs… the idiots know they’re not supposed to play with that. I heard a couple seconds of a few different songs, then loud cheers from the voices…

I looked in the mirror at myself, once again acting as a parody of myself, a hyped-up stereotypical teenage wet dream come to life. The skirt didn’t clear my ass, which I expected; probably a third of it was hanging out. No underwear. Without a bra, the less-than-crop top was a joke. Almost completely see-through. Pig tails and a dog collar. My phone buzzed.

Wear belly button ring

Sure, why not. I put in my piercing and took in the whole look, from my bare feet, to my exposed ass, to my toned stomach, to my boobs, to the collar, to my pig tails. Time was up, and I walked downstairs.

I was MORTIFIED. My brother and THREE of his friends stood expecting me at the bottom of the stairs. I hated these losers.

Next to Michael was his friend Allen from my class, who cheated his way through AP classes even though he’s a moron. He was lean, and always had a spacey look in his eyes. He his brown hair aside and gawked at me.

“Yoooo she looks inSANE!!”

Next to Allen was my brother’s spazzy friend Zach. He was always drinking energy drinks. Scrawny with a punch-able face and UNBELIEVABLY annoying. He never shut up.

“I can’t believe it… dude I can’t believe it… let’s go!! Let’s fucking go!!” He did some stupid handshake with Allen.

Next to him was Odis, a 6’ 6” hulking basketball player chewing gum with his hands in his pockets. He was tall, but also pretty muscular… not many guys intimidated me, but Odis did. And I think Michael knew that.

“Bruh… she’s really gonna do whatever we say?”

My eye caught someone step behind Odis that I hadn’t seen at first. None other than the scrawny Indonesian kid from the bus, Mark. Didn’t react, didn’t say a thing, just waved at me lightly.

I had no idea what was about to happen, but I knew I wouldn’t like it one bit. I spent my whole life working hard for my reputation. I was strong, I was smart, I was about to graduate. All of that was about to blow up because of these five assholes.

For a second we all stood looking at each other, frozen in place.

“How ya doin?” Zach finally asked me.

“Get your asses out of my house. Please…” I didn’t expect that to work, but who knows.

“Speak to me with respect. Call me… sir,” Zach said, looking high and mighty.

“I’m sorry, sir-“

“Call me master!” Bursted Allen.

“Yes, mast-“

“Bow down to me!” Boomed Odis, crossing his arms and smiling. I fell to my knees and lowered my head to the carpet, with my arms outstretched toward him. They busted out laughing.