The Beauty, A Cindy, & The Beast

Joanne "JoJo" Gibble stood at the top of the stairs with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and self-confidence as people turned their attention towards her. Having brought two of Whitney's dresses, the shy brunette fully intended to wear the safer, cuter dress. Yet, after her mother saw the second dress option, she'd nodded along in a daze as Jillian insisted that she wear it. Deep down, the brunette had desperately wanted to wear the more elaborate dress.

Despite years of pride that JoJo saw on her mom's face from her heroics on the soccer field, it felt weird to see another level of that pride from what she now wore. Jillian's sudden flow of tears had delayed their arrival down to the ballroom several times. Even now, JoJo knew that her mom stood back near the doorway, watching with glistening eyes as her daughter-turned-woman graced the ballroom as a princess or debutante.

And JoJo looked like a princess, specifically a Disney princess. For her initial reaction several nights ago in the bedroom proved correct. The yellow ballroom gown with its slightly golden hue did indeed match Belle's dress from Beauty and the Beast. For the umpteenth time, a giggle started as she couldn't fathom how Whitney would ever buy, let alone wear, such a dress that screamed so not Whitney.

Also, for the umpteenth time, JoJo fought to hold in that giggle before it expanded into a fit. Despite knowing how beautiful she looked, the shy, busty brunette worried that the off-shoulder dress straps might slip down, bringing to life her worst nightmare. Needing reassurance from the one person who could bring it, JoJo's brown eyes scanned the lower level. Her brain recognized all her friends and family staring with shock, surprise, pride, and lust, yet she couldn't see the one she needed.

"Barney...Barney!" Lana hissed before screaming. "Get over there and take some fucking pictures."

Halfway across the distance from leaving Mrs. Stratton to joining her daughter's group of friends, Barney glanced around in confusion. Eventually, he realized who everyone watched. Nodding, the bumbling photographer turned to follow Lana's wishes before another voice halted him.

"Barney, wait," Peyton ordered, as an odd look washed over her face.

"Don't fucking wait! Dammit, Pey, this is her moment. You can't--"

"Hush!" Peyton commanded, holding up a hand.

"Is that...no, it can't be," Eoin mumbled, rubbing a hand over his flabbergasted face.

"Did she just hush me? Me? Lana fucking Stratton!" the furious redhead challenged her non-best friends.

"Uh, she did," Priscilla acknowledged, fearing the worst from her mentor.

"Yep, totally," Merritt agreed, finding it far more amusing than her best friend.

"I will not be--"

"I said to hush!" Peyton snapped even louder as she approached her lifelong classmate. "Barn, this is your biggest moment ever, and I know you can do it. Make sure JoJo never forgets that she's a princess right now. You got that?"

"Well, that's what I told him," Lana pointed out.

"I got it, Peyton. I'll do my best," Barney stated, wearing a bashful smile.

Standing about six feet in front of her friends, Peyton watched as Barney moved gracefully for once as he slid into position. Then, making eye contact with the girl from next door, the older blonde motioned for the star to begin her descent. Inevitably, Lana appeared at Peyton's side.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Lana remarked, placing her hand over her heart. Glancing over, she saw that her BFF couldn't respond because of a pair of quivering lips. "Oh, fuck, my phone!"

"That's JoJo?!" Eoin finally managed to ask in his shock.

"Dammit, Eoin, get your phone out and record this," Lana ordered.

"Don't worry, I'm getting it," Finn said, moving forward to join his two best friends. Holding his phone out, he recorded JoJo's grand entrance.

"JoJo? The little girl who's always at my parents' house?" Eoin continued.

"Yes, that's your sister's friend!" Merritt confirmed, hoping to shut him up.

"Sist--Fuck! Where's Iona?" Eoin questioned loudly. "She's going to kill somebody if she misses this!"

---

Across the ballroom, a wave of reactions began by the entrance level before cascading down the stairs to the slightly lower level. For those who didn't know the teenage girl, the familiar dress and her large breasts explained their curiosity and interest. The stronger reactions came from those acquainted with JoJo. They knew of her shy personality, the lack of makeup on most occasions, and a tendency to wear loose-fitting clothes. So that meant the dramatic transformation wowed many.

Teenage boys being teenage boys led to the expected horny cause and effect. For many, a new girl entered their fantasy roster. One more relatable and in the realm of possibility than the Whitney Diamonds and Sienna Thirlbys of the world. A smaller, self-confident pool began to formulate plans to succeed where the others merely fantasized. The more predatory individuals hatched seedier plans, assuming that JoJo would be an easy mark. Finally, a few expressed their new view of JoJo with immature mouths.

Dennis Conway surprised no one with his remarks about motorboating those big ole titties to see if they were real. As The Denster continued, Louie McCall did what many classmates would've loved to do. He slapped his friend in the back of the head hard. Their teammate, Jayden Cooke, warned that he'd add a fractured jaw to his already broken nose if he didn't shut up. Only the team newcomer, Tyler Blick, kept quiet as his mind worked over ways to use his several classes with the brunette to get a date and more.

Over by the tiny group of football players, Austin Rusk spat out his drink when his eyes landed on JoJo's massive cleavage from across the room. His girlfriend, Lacey Stratton, initially hurried to grab a pile of napkins to wipe off his suit. However, she heard rumblings from Howie Cline and Chet Ragg about how they couldn't believe something. The petite redhead glanced up in time to see Weston Parker holding his hands out in front of his chest while mouthing words at Austin. Turning around, Lacey squealed with joy at seeing JoJo. She ended up the first to break the silence, cheering on the shy soccer star. Then, the cheerleader immediately turned, wadded up the wet napkins into a ball, and flung it at the face of that little shit, Dawson Fox. Following up on that action, Abner Kessler walked over, put a tight arm around the sophomore quarterback's neck, and gave him a detailed description of what he'd do to him if the kid ever spoke disrespectfully again about a nice girl like Joanne Gibble.

Female classmates either stared in stunned disbelief or scowled in jealousy at JoJo's assets and the attention they received. Older women had warmer feelings as they recalled those wonderful or awkward years from the past. As Jillian failed to fight back tears from many well-wishers, others close to her daughter enjoyed the moment as well.

Brandy Fallon followed up Lacey's cheer with a howling comment of the vulgar sort. Proud of her nephew's best friend finally coming out of her shell, Brandy swore to Fawn that they'd find a guy for JoJo if the teenager couldn't get one herself. The school librarian only nodded. Recording the moment and sending it off to Nosy Nectar occupied her thoughts. In her mind, JoJo should be one of the gossiped-about stars of tonight. She wasn't the only one performing the same action.

Amongst a small circle of mothers, Rachel Stratton bawled. Although JoJo wasn't one of Lacey's friends, she'd known the shy, athletic girl since the moment the Tarvers and Gibbles became neighbors. Rachel had heard repeatedly from Bridget about her hopes for Sean and his best friend, and her concerns about the girl's low self-esteem. While Gabriela Lockett consoled her BFF, she couldn't help but smile at the strange thought that Jared had helped this moment happen. Yet, she also swore that if her son hurt that delightful girl, she'd strangle him.

Strangely, tears did not stream down Bridget Tarver's cheeks. Oh, she glowed with motherly pride or satisfaction from a dirty-minded second mother. No, Bridget felt too overcome by this moment to cry. Instead, the woman that JoJo looked up to kicked herself for not stepping in earlier to make this moment happen. And she also hoped that Sean's eyes were now opened to the beauty of the girl he should marry. Then, just maybe, Bridget's plans for two could come to fruition. Of course, that couldn't happen before Sean finished sowing his wild oats until the end of summer.

---

"Here's your lemonade, Sean," the quiet redhead said, handing over the drink she fetched.

"Thanks, Harley," Sean replied, meaning it with a smile.

"Do you want any appetizers, sir?" Kizzy asked, joining her red-haired bestie.

"They're called hors d'oeuvres at an event like this, and why are you calling him sir?" Zara responded.

"It's the polite thing to do. He's a hero," Kizzy sassed back. Then, she glanced over at the varsity cheer captain, who appeared focused on her phone. "Besides, I thought Whitney expected us to."

"I'm not calling him sir," Cadence vowed, crossing her arms with an I-dare-you-to-argue-with-me glare.

"I'm happy to call Sean sir in any way or anywhere," Yolanda stated, rubbing her hand along his shoulder.

"Yo, stop that," Beatrice ordered. The sophomore captain wasn't happy with her squad for embarrassing her in front of Whitney. "And it's up to Sean if he wants us to call him sir."

"Well, I don't think that's--"

"No, it's not," Whitney declared, interrupting Sean while not raising her eyes from her phone. "Kizzy assumed correctly. All of you should call him sir until I say otherwise."

"I'm not calling HIM sir!" Cadence protested, uncrossing her arms.

"You'll do what I say and like it!" Whitney shot back, her eyes momentarily flickering up from the screen.

"Are you sure you don't want any appetizers?" Kizzy questioned, emphasizing the word again just to needle Zara.

"Or maybe a blanket?" Harley inquired, worried after hearing talk about hypothermia.

"Do you need a pillow, or maybe a bed we can share?" Yolanda queried suggestively.

"Dammit, Fuentes. I said to knock that shit off," Whitney ordered, glancing over in time to see the younger cheerleader running her fingertips along Sean's neck. "The only person's bed he'll share tonight is mine. Wait, I didn't mean it like that. Stop giving me that look. I'll...don't make me go find your sister."

"Ooh! That's an awesome idea. Yanet might want to give me a hand with Sir Sean."

"Fuck, she might," Whitney mumbled under her breath about the one-year-older flirt.

"No food? How about the bathroom? Do you need to go potty?" Kizzy asked, her voice growing a little higher.

Sean thought the tone sounded familiar, but couldn't place it until Whitney spoke.

"For fuck's sake! He's not your dog, Kizzy."

"Will you need help holding it?" Yolanda asked Sean, wearing the most innocent expression that she could.

"It's his foot that's broken, not his arms! You know what? Get away from him," Whitney directed. Lowering her voice, she muttered, "I bet Bianca doesn't have to deal with shit like this."

"You have a dog? What breed?" Sean inquired, stopping Kizzy and Harley from backing away.

"A basset hound!" Kizzy answered excitedly.

"With the big, long ears? Cool! I have a beagle named Watson," Sean countered.

"Watson? Why?"

"Because of Sherlock Holmes," Harley informed her friend.

"Oh...yeah," Kizzy replied, still sounding unsure of the reason. "Our dog is named Woofles."

"Woofles?" Sean questioned.

"Kizzy named him," Harley revealed, holding in a laugh.

"What's wrong with that? He woofs all the time. Katie had way worse names picked out," Kizzy defended her name selection. "She wanted to call--holy crap!"

Sean could see the faces of the Babybees all mimic Kizzy's stunned look. Unfortunately, despite straining his neck to turn around, Sean couldn't make out what had them all worked up. Finally, turning his wheelchair, the injured teen managed to see his best friend standing at the top of the stairs, causing him to groan.

"I know!" Whitney exclaimed, assuming it to be a sexual groan.

"Fuck," Sean sighed.

"JoJo will never forget this moment," the queen bee buzzed in her excited state. The blonde felt a surge of pride for helping make this moment happen.

"She's going to be horrified," Sean remarked, causing Whitney and several Babybees to stare at him in bewilderment.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Huh? Obviously, someone tricked Jo into thinking this was a costume party," Sean responded, wondering how Whitney and the younger cheerleaders could be so cold. "She's dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Where the hell did she even get that thing?"

"I gave it to her. It was my dress!" Whitney revealed, losing her temper. Putting her hands on her hips, she leaned so that her upper body hovered over the wheelchair while sticking her face close to his. "And I did not trick JoJo. Your mother agreed with me that she should wear it. JoJo looks fucking fantastic."

"Whoa! That's Whitney's dress?"

"She gave it to JoJo Gibble?"

"Well, duh, of course she did."

"What do you mean?"

"Clearly, Sean saved Whitney's life, and JoJo is his best friend. That means JoJo gets rewarded too."

"Oh, that makes sense."

Sean and Whitney ignored the Babybees' chatter while locking eyes. Then, the rescuer's face broke out into an amused smile.

"That's your dress?"

"It was. Why?"

"You were going to dress up as Belle?" Sean chuckled.

"What's so funny about that?" Whitney's temper flared again at his attitude.

"Well, you'd look ridiculous as Belle. You're more the Beast character."

"Ooh!"

"Shut it, Beal," Whitney snapped over Sean's shoulder before addressing his comment. "Beast my ass. I'm the fairest of them all. That's what I am. You aren't even a real knight in shining armor."

"Yeah, I can see you passing out and waking up to seven creepy dudes in a bedroom," Sean countered.

"Double ooh!"

"Oh, I'll make sure that happens to you tonight, buster," Whitney threatened before noticing others nearby watching them. "Look, let's just focus on JoJo's moment."

"Uh, alright." Sean nodded as another thought occurred. "Do you buy a lot of outfits to dress up in?"

"Shit happens. I like to shop, and I lack impulse control."

"Yep, that sounds like you," Sean responded.

"I can't believe Whitney lets him talk to her that way," Zara whispered.

"Who cares? Look at JoJo. Zoey's going to have even bigger tits. I'm never getting any good boys," Kizzy moaned, glancing down at her chest.

"I care. I bet Sean orders Whitney around in bed. Some bossy girls love the role reversal," Yolanda speculated. "Besides, big tits aren't for everyone."

"How would you know? I meant what people do in bed," Beatrice asked and clarified.

"Gawd, you are all so juvenile," Cadence stated dismissively.

"You're the one acting like a little brat, Aylward. And I do way more than that in bed, Fuentes," Whitney declared, her gaze still on the brunette descending the stairs.

"Oh crap, she heard us!"

"Doesn't she look amaz--uh-oh," Whitney sounded as a new vision coming through the double doors caught her eye.

"Uh-oh?"

"I gotta go before JoJo loses her moment," the blonde told the injured guy. "Beatrice, you're in charge of Seanie!"

Well-acquainted with the ballroom's layout, Whitney turned and went the opposite direction. Scampering over as fast as she could in her high heels, the spry cheerleader hurried up the narrow staircase against the eastside wall. Offering multiple apologies, Whitney swerved in and around guests. The last veer sent the blonde off-balance but not to the floor.

"Galloping gremlins! Are you in danger again, Whitney?" Chastity Kupp questioned with a concerned face.

"No, I'm fine. But danger does await if you take another step forward."

The honey blonde immediately went into alert mode at the warning. Not moving anything but her head, she studied the floor, then peered at the ceiling, all the while checking for traps.

"It's not around you, but what you're wearing," Whitney clarified. "Wait, don't freak out!"

That didn't stop Chastity from appearing terrified as she studied her dress from all angles. A sleeveless, light-blue dress with slightly darker blue stripes, it featured two thin straps and a plunging neckline. Yet, it wasn't that element which worried Whitney. The dress appeared almost dreamy or magical, with its bejeweled fabric and lower half of ruffled layers that fell to the floor. While it didn't exactly copy the dress, knowing her family's receptionist, Whitney guessed what inspired it.

"Is that your Cinderella dress?"

"Jiminy Cricket! You can tell?"

"Yes, and your dress looks wonderful. But that's also the problem."

Whitney explained the situation rapidly. Chastity nodded along while growing beyond excited at seeing JoJo's dress from afar.

"Sweet Christmas! I understand fully. It would become a fairy tale crossover. JoJo and I need to be prepared. Who knows what might happen? Caesar's ghost! What if it caused witches and ogres to appear?"

"I can probably guarantee that we already have those in attendance. However, I was thinking more about you stealing JoJo's moment," Whitney explained. "It's fine if you two are near each other, but let's wait a few more minutes before you go down the stairs."

"Oh...okey-dokey," Chastity nodded eagerly. Then, a frown formed slightly. "Do you think the Beast is here too?"

"I'm sure Jared is around here somewhere. Unless you meant a different Beast."

---

"Oh gawd..."

With the long, burgundy sequined dress pushed up to allow access, two thick fingers pummeled in and out of the wet folds hidden underneath. The wall that the dress's owner writhed her head against threatened to ruin her meticulously styled dark-brown hair. Anger flared against the pleasure as those fingers yet again pulled away from her clit. For too long, she'd been teased to the brink only for that accursed man to deny the pending orgasm.

"You beast...finish me," Cheyenne Tissle panted.

"Nuh-huh," Harvey Diamond shook his head. "Not until you confirm again that there are no hard feelings."

"I-I need...ugh....cum," the teenager hissed.

Partially sitting and partially leaning against a metal shelf rack in a hotel storage room, Cheyenne braced one hand against the wall behind her head. The brunette made a vain attempt to slap Harvey's face with the other hand.

"Getting feisty, ain't you?" Harvey growled, loving the spunk the teen showed. Leaning forward into the metal rack, he nibbled at Cheyenne's ear.

"Let me cum...motherfucker!"

"Ah, and that's the rub, my dear. Tell this motherfucker that you won't hold any grudges against me for fucking your mother, and I'll make you cum."

"Seducing bastard," Cheyenne attempted to scream, but it came out as a groan as Harvey's finger returned to her nub.

"I told you that I didn't seduce your mom. Cordy's been neglected by your father. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the tension," Harvey pointed out.

"In...ooh...our hotel...ah...room."

"I would've invited you to join in, but I wasn't sure how that would go down," Harvey admitted, causing Cheyenne's eyes to widen further. "Would you like to play with me and another someday? You like the taste of pussy, Miss Tissle?"

"Never...tried...ooh!"

"Liar. I know you've tasted kitty cream already," Harvey declared sinisterly. "Maybe it was your actress friend. Lux was it? Or the Falkenburg girl? Hmm, no, that's not right. Wanna take a guess? You know what night."

"What...nooo," Cheyenne's body clenched as the puzzled pieces fell in place.

"Yes, the other night in the hot tub, you tasted Cordelia on me. So how did Mommy taste?"

"Mother...oooohhHHH--FUCKER!" Cheyenne screamed as the long-delayed explosion ignited.

Harvey cradled the busty brunette's teen body as she struggled to catch her breath and stay upright. All the while, he watched the door, hoping that a hotel worker didn't hear the choir singer's loud keening. It's not as if he couldn't get any intruding worker to keep quiet in the immediate future. No, the concern was later, when the worker would want to trade stories with friends and co-workers about the time they walked in on Harvey Diamond fingerbanging his teenage lover. They always loved to share those tales.

Suddenly, the older man realized the buzzing he'd felt hadn't come from Cheyenne; it had been the metal rack vibrating. Licking his fingers clean with a satisfied moan, Harvey fished his phone out of his pocket.

"Oops, I need to go," the now hurried lover informed. Then, leaning forward, he lightly and sweetly kissed Cheyenne's cheek. "Are we good?"

"Yeah, we're good...asshole," Cheyenne responded with a tight smile.

"I've been called worse," Harvey admitted, shrugging. Hopping down from his half-perch, he made his way to the locked door.

"Next time, I expect a real fucking."

"That might have to wait. I think alternating between mother and daughter sounds like the perfect plan," Harvey teased, winking as he pulled the door shut.

He didn't hear Cheyenne's comeback, but he did hear the thud sound caused by whatever item she threw.