Sugar, Sugar

The ping of the elevator had barely faded before a young woman squeezed past the half-open door. Unlike her counterpart on the cheery side, The Archrival didn't act or believe herself to be royalty. Nor did she prefer to be flanked by the girls she'd been chosen to lead. For The Archrival viewed herself as part of a timeless war for school domination. And like any great general, Bianca Zuccaro led from the frontlines.

With the belief that one won wars with their looks, Bianca was dressed to kill tonight. The dark-haired teen wore a velvet, off-the-shoulder mini-dress with long sleeves. Featuring a low-cut front with padded cups to push her large breasts up and out further, the stretchy material hugged her toned dancer's body to draw eyes to its mesh design.

Yet the eyes that the youngest Zuccaro sister drew immediately flicked away upon noticing the scowl on her face. For in times of war, generals held little patience for deserters or the dereliction of duty. And the Sugarbee captain's fury stemmed from two of her senior dancers going missing. The Bunny and The Party Girl had opted for a run-of-the-mill house party on New Year's Eve rather than a charity ball.

"Can you slow down?" The Follower pleaded, named for more than always following close behind the dance team's officers.

"No!" Bianca snapped while turning around to face Jasmine Fadel. Of course, that shift in direction did slow her down enough that the rest of the Sugarbees could catch up. "Why didn't any of you tell me what Rosita and Tandy had planned?"

Silence followed before The Follower replied hesitantly," Uh, because we didn't actually believe they'd choose Milner's party over this one."

"I did," The Homewrecker declared, shrugging her shoulders.

"And?!" Bianca demanded.

"What they do at Milner's is less of my problem than what they might have done here. This way, I don't have to get roped into keeping an eye on them," The Homewrecker explained.

"You should know to tell me. And it's your job to rope them in!"

"That's the co-captain's job, not mine. Whatever. Are we gonna hit this party or what?" Yelena Mishkova, the Homewrecker, questioned. "I wanna scope out my targets before dinner starts."

The sex kitten of the dance squad, which is saying quite a bit on a sex-obsessed squad, Yelena had a penchant for going after only taken men. Ever the tease, the busty blonde wore a gold lace corset dress for the holiday. The top half appeared to be a black bra, and the bottom a black miniskirt. It was connected by a transparent material interspaced with a gold design that flaunted her toned stomach.

"Can't you ever worry about how this looks for me?" Bianca demanded of her best friend. "Do you think Whitney's cheer bitches disobey her orders? Do you?" Jasmine shrugged in confusion after Yelena only shook her head in annoyance. "Well, she's got seven seniors on her squad, and they all showed up tonight. I have six. Six! And only four showed up!"

"Hey, the kid showed up," Yelena pointed out, jerking her thumb behind her at The Phenom.

"And how many Babybees do you think showed up? I bet all of them!" Bianca hissed.

"Um, I don't think all of them did," Ariel Satine revealed. The only sophomore on the dance squad, Ariel didn't quite know how she ended up accompanying the seniors down to the lobby. The only senior dancer she cared much for was already in the ballroom. "There's some party over on Bumble or close by, and I heard that Mercedes and Saylor were going there."

"So that leaves us only outnumbered by what? Twenty to five?!" Bianca shrieked, drawing more attention to their group in the lobby. "And where are Olivia and the twins?"

"What you looking at? This is Sugarbee business," Yelena harshly dismissed an eavesdropping woman in her thirties before shifting back to Bianca's complaints. "Oh, please. You know Margo's shitty little crew isn't here. If there's a blue blood party to brownnose, then that's where she's at."

Suddenly, a small commotion broke out between a couple exiting the lounge. Appearing to be in their twenties, the brunette screamed at her boyfriend about how she saw him slip his number to a certain big-titted blonde. In a few minutes elsewhere, Daisy would groan at missing how her fake article turned real.

Bianca rolled her eyes and lacked any self-awareness as she remarked, "Gawd, don't some people know it's rude to make a scene. Screw this. Let's take the other way."

Not waiting for any replies, the dance captain swung around on her high heels and headed toward the bowels of the Witzler Hotel.

"Shouldn't we let..." Ariel's question died at the murderous glare from Bianca.

"Jasmine, report," the captain ordered.

"About what?" the soft-spoken dancer inquired. The girl who let her dance moves do all the talking always grew quieter whenever Bianca or Yelena were in foul moods.

"About whatever Nosy Nectar is saying about this party we're walking into," the dark-haired captain responded.

"Besides Whitney almost dying? I'm not sure--" Jasmine replied, rapidly checking her phone while Ariel blurted out the latest headline.

"Whoa! Zoey's sister stole the show."

"Zoey who? Wait, JoJo?" Bianca questioned. Turning her head, she nearly collided with a hotel staff member.

"Ohmigawd!"

"Watch it," Yelena scolded the hotel worker with a stern finger. With Jasmine rarely exclaiming in that manner, the blonde's interest perked up a level. "I don't believe it. Let me see."

"Doesn't she look gorgeous?" Ariel asked, earning a quick nod from Jasmine.

Yelena grumbled and mumbled a few choice words.

"Has the whole world turned upside down?!" Bianca spat in frustration. First, Whitney had turned into a sympathetic figure. And now, frumpy JoJo Gibble had transformed into tonight's showstopper.

Picking up her pace, Bianca led the Sugarbees around corner after corner and finally down the main service hallway. Rounding the last corner before the restrooms, they spotted a girl leaning against the wall, looking impatient.

Short with light-brown skin and curly black hair, The Ambassador seemingly lived her own life separate from the other dancers. A long, sleek mustard yellow dress that came down to just below her knees showed off the Sugarbee co-captain's lean legs, small, perky breasts, and incredibly tight ass.

"I was waiting by the front entrance," Delilah O'Dell remarked once the squad closed to within fifteen feet.

"And why aren't you still there?" Bianca questioned, her foul mood evident in her words and face.

"A little birdie gave me a heads up. And what bee got up your bonnet?"

Bianca turned her head while barely slowing down to glare at Ariel.

"What? She's my big dance sister," the sophomore responded with a bit of sass.

"We don't have big and little sisters on the Sugarbees. That's for them!" the dance captain retorted. Everyone around her knew who "them" referred to.

"Well, I do. And I seem to remember a certain captain calling you her little dance sister a couple of years back," Delilah recounted.

"That wasn't the same!" Bianca said, stopping in front of her second-in-command. "And when did you know that Rosita and Tandy weren't coming tonight?"

"As if it matters. You know that once Rosie heard about the boy-to-girl ratio at Milner's party, she was going there. I'd be more worried about another strip tease or worse," Delilah reminded. Bianca had blown a gasket the other night at Delilah's party over that twosome putting on a pole dancing exhibition.

"Oh, why did you have to say that. This night already sucks," Bianca moaned, looking crestfallen.

"I hope this isn't how she's going to be for the whole next year," Jasmine whispered to Ariel.

"I heard that!"

"I'll, uh, message Marcus to keep an eye on them or something," Delilah suggested. She knew that an irate Bianca would carry over to Yelena and down the line to the rest of the squad.

"That's my girl! I knew I made you my co-captain for a reason," Bianca commented, brightening up for the first time in a few hours.

"You didn't make me anything. The vote was tied for captain, and I said I'd be fine with co-captain," Delilah reminded.

"Same thing to me. Now let's go make this our party," Bianca announced, plastering a friendly smile on her face.

Jasmine sighed with relief. Bianca could get prickly whenever the captaincy election came up.

"I figured that Bianca would drive me insane if she ended up co-captain," Delilah re-told Ariel. The sophomore didn't know it yet, but the election in two years would be the most explosive in Sugarbee history. "The same way I knew that she'd make an excuse to sneak in the back way with Rosie and Tandy missing."

"But there was this argument."

"There is always an argument," Delilah sighed with weariness. Breaking up fights and playing peacekeeper is what made her The Ambassador.

---

"Why hello, tall, blond, and handsome. Ready to start off the new year with fireworks the right way?" Bianca purred, leaning in with her mouthwatering bosom.

"H-Hey, B-Bianca," Austin stammered, his eyes drawn into that bosom valley.

As the Sugarbees fanned out, Jasmine politely greeted Mason and Annika while Delilah moved near Daisy, ready for any drama. Yelena made her way toward the bar, sizing up the older men who could bring drinks and possibly pleasure. Then, walking past Kessler, she hissed, "Fucking asshole."

"Scheming bitch," the linebacker shot back. Once in the middle of a love triangle, Kessler now found himself despised by Yelena and Caterina after dating both early in sophomore year. The feelings were mutual on his side as well for the two oversexed, scheming girls who ruined his Homecoming dance.

"H-How was your Christmas?" Austin managed

"Lonely," the black-haired beauty responded with a dramatic sigh. "If only there had been a man there to keep me warm in bed."

Austin shuddered as Bianca ran a finger down into her cleavage.

"Didn't you hook up with Essex the other night?" Burton Dempsey challenged after a few drinks made him brave.

"Shut it, Dempsey!" Bianca snapped before lowering her voice back to a seductive tone. "Sometimes one has to pass the time until the moment is right with another. Isn't that how you feel some days, Auss?"

"I'm, I don't...huh?" Austin questioned, dumbly missing the reference to Lacey.

"Don't worry about it. All you need to do is stand there and look handsome for now, stud," the dance captain cooed. Moving in closer, Bianca began to tease her rival's boyfriend by lightly brushing her large breasts against his arm.

"So, I hear you had a bit of excitement up at Wasp Lake," Delilah interrupted from her spot. Seeking to cool down Bianca, she continued, "How crazy was it?"

"Lilah," the Sugarbee captain hissed.

"Uh, yeah, it got real crazy," Austin barely replied. Flustered by Bianca's actions in a ballroom packed with people and his previous tall tale, the school quarterback wished for a rare time to be alone. Then, his sixth-to-worst fear happened.

"Austin's being shy. He's really the one who saved Whitney and Tarver," Weston boasted again for his quarterback.

"Oh, really? My, my, my, and I bet little Lacey didn't reward your bravery properly, did she?" Bianca added a tsking sound after running her hand over one of her breasts on the word little. Her other hand slid down to Austin's groin.

"And I still call bullshit," Kessler added.

"Absolutely," Annika chimed in.

"He what?" Delilah questioned.

Daisy leaned over to whisper how Austin completely stepped into it with his lies. Delilah nodded as the high school reporter speculated that it wouldn't end well. It was only a matter of minutes before Nosy Nectar posted one of the videos shot of Austin telling his tall tale.

"If you say it's so, then I believe it," Bianca whispered close to his ear. "And I know how a hero should be rewarded by a girl with my assets. Wanna guess how?"

"Um, how SO!" Austin squealed at the end as Bianca gripped his dick firmly.

"This needs a warm home to slide between. Can little Lacey offer you this sort of a vacation home?" Bianca challenged, drawing his eyes to where her finger slid up and down her cleavage. "Alas, the poor girl can't, can she?"

"Uh, no?" Austin's discombobulated brain caused him to ask.

"Boy, he's digging his own grave tonight," Kessler remarked, garnering several nods.

Howie and Chet appeared to agree as they backed away before the bomb exploded.

"Maybe you should mind your own business, asshole," Yelena shot over.

"And maybe you should go fuck somebody's dad like you do best," Kessler responded. He immediately regretted the comment. Not because he felt terrible, but because the older men's heads suddenly swung over to study Yelena with interest. "Great, I probably just lined up your night's scorecard."

"I don't need your help," the busty blonde shot back, smiling seductively at one of the men old enough to be her father.

"Well, I'd better step in before this gets out of--" Delilah said, already too late.

"Hell fucking no! Get your hand off my boyfriend's dick!"

Austin's third-worst fear arrived.

---

"Lace, wait..." Whitney's plea trailed off as the petite redhead raced toward the stairs. "...for me."

Lacey had been buttering up (and failing) Dr. Mayfield when a message came in on her phone. One look at it led to an "I knew it!"

"Miss Diamond, stop right there," Dr. Mayfield ordered. "This is precisely the type of high-stress event that you are not supposed--get back here!"

The ginger-haired doctor glanced around for help. Summer wasn't used to dealing with people socially and seldom outside the confines of a hospital these days. Usually, when a patient attempted to flee, she'd call security. Still, in this instance, she didn't know if the hotel had a competent security setup or where it might be located. So unsure what to do, Summer planned to follow Whitney, only to find her path blocked.

"Howdy there again, Dr. Summerfield," Chastity greeted brightly, yet also without her trademark worry-free face.

"It is Dr. Summer Mayfield. I already told you that Miss Kupp. Now, please let me pass. I need to monitor Miss Diamond," Summer responded, feeling a touch aggravated.

"Shuzzbutt! There I went and made a booboo again. Let me make it right-o," Chastity stated, moving to block Summer again from passing her.

"Please, I must make sure that Miss Diamond--"

"Fiddlesticks. Whitney will be alrighty. Lacey is with her."

"Perhaps you failed to notice, but Miss Stratton was the person who caused my charge to rush away. Now, excuse me, I must--What are you doing?" Summer demanded to know as the bubbly blonde took hold of her arm, pulling her toward the side.

"Dr. Summer, this is Jeremy. He's currently employed in the accounting department of Diamond Corp, where he's spent the last six weeks conducting audits at the Guzzle Crossing branch. Holy smoke! That's where he was born and raised. Jeremy enjoys whitewater rafting when he's not lerping."

"That's LARPing, Chastity. You know, Live Action Role-Playing. What's going on?"

"Okey-dokey!" Chastity replied, having no clue as to what he meant. Opening up her small clutch, she pulled out a napkin with writing on it. Handing it over to Summer, she instructed the befuddled doctor to read the first question.

"If you saw someone flirting with your sweetie, what animal would you act like?" Summer read before adding, "I do not have time for this juvenile nonsense."

"Leaping lizards! Danger, wrong question, danger. Skip to the next question, skip to the next question. Please?!"

Entirely out of her depth in most social settings, Summer complied. "How would you like me to smell on our first date? Truthfully, what is the meaning of this drivel?"

"Um, is there a dating game happening tonight? You know that I'm with Francine, Chastity, right?" Jeremy checked, looking around for the people he expected to be laughing at him. His current girlfriend also worked at Diamond Corp, but on the far side of the company campus in Research and Development.

"Jinkies! Golly gee...don't you think it's time for a new special lady? Dr. Summer is a real doctor and not a stage name," the bubbly blonde pointed out.

"Chastity, why would I...I'm very happy with Francine," Jeremy replied, but his face started to look green.

"Poo on a stick," Chastity muttered before raising her voice. "Well, you know my bestest friend, Lilac, is a florist-in-training. And she said that for the last four weeks, Franny gets sent flowers every Monday morning."

"I haven't sent..."

"They're super pretty and the expensive kind, and they're from Donovan in Sales. Golly, maybe Donny is selling DC's own products to Franny. Fudgeberries, uh, I think Donny is selling himself."

"Son of bitch! I'm going to kill--" Jeremy roared, running off to find his girlfriend.

"Sorry!" Chastity called after him. "Hmm, I'd better bake Jeremy some cupcakes for next week."

"That is it. I'm going to find Miss Diamond," Summer announced.

Yet again, Chastity blocked her path.

"I'm horribly sorry. Let me try again. I'm making this up on the fly. Lacey's the matchmaker, but give me another chance." Chastity didn't wait for a response before shouting, "Who wants to take this pretty doctor out on a date?"

"What are you doing? I do not understand you," Summer declared.

"Heavens to Betsy, that's alrighty. Most people don't," Chastity revealed cheerfully.

"You and I were assigned to be Miss Diamond's chaperones for this evening. Why are you helping her do what she wants?" Summer questioned. "We are required to monitor Miss Diamond's health and keep her from causing harm to herself."

"Silly willy, that's what babysitters do. Chaperones are supposed to help the person they're accompanying do what they want."

"Where on Earth did you learn that definition of the position?" Summer challenged.

"Why from Whitney, Dr. Summerfield."

---

"Oh, crap," Peyton groaned as her eyes followed the racing Lacey toward her destination. "Lacey, wait!"

Sean tore his attention away from where Mrs. Gibble admonished Iona for teasing him. Watching it happen wasn't new to him, and he usually enjoyed it. However, as he realized what freaked his sister out, Sean turned around to his best friend's mom.

"Sorry, Mrs. Gibble, I need Iona to push me over to the bar and fast. Lacey's about to attack Bianca."

"Holy shit!" Iona squealed as she pushed him forward. Behind them, Mrs. Gibble ordered her daughter's closest female friend to watch her language.

They made it about a dozen feet before Iona slammed on the brakes. A wall of Babybees blocked their path.

"Move it, girls," Sean commanded. "I have to help stop Lacey."

"No can do, sir. Captain Diamond ordered us to keep you safe," Beatrice repeated like a mantra.

"And rushing off to break up those two is just asking to get hurt," Zoey proclaimed.

"You didn't promise Whitney anything," Sean pointed out.

"No, but I still plan to keep you safe," his neighbor vowed.

"Yeah, you'll just have to watch like the rest of us," Yolanda declared.

"But Lacey and Bianca might cause a scene that ruins Aunt Cassie's charity. So you gotta let me by," Sean pleaded. Then, his eyes fell on the other person near him who understood the feud. "Cadence, you know what I mean. At least get over there and break it up. C'mon?"

"Ugh! Fucking stupid Lacey and Bianca. And fucking dumbass Austin. Aargh! Fine!" Cadence screamed, then moved off to help her cousin.

"Are you happy now, Sir Sean?" Kizzy inquired.

SLAP

The oohs and aahs that followed from the crowd to the unseen slap caused Sean to demand again to be allowed to go over there.

"No!" several Babybees responded.

"Fine! I'll go myself," Sean announced. Bracing his arms on the sides of the wheelchair, Sean stood up. The creaking of his bones told the tale of how long he'd been confined in the chair today. Taking the first few steps gingerly, Sean brushed past the younger cheerleaders.

"He can do that?"

"Hello, YoYo and Sean in a bed tonight," the flirty Babybee crowed, rubbing her hands together.

"S-Sean can w-walk," Kizzy cried in disbelief. Then, swooning, she fainted into the arms of Harley and Zara.

Standing about forty feet away, Newt palmed his forehead in a different type of disbelief.

---

"Lacey, think of Finn," Peyton yelled, struggling to pull the petite redhead away from her bitter rival.

"That dick is my dick!" Lacey screamed.

"Maybe the cock's owner prefers a woman's body, not a little girl's," Bianca spat, cupping her much larger breasts.

Striking deep at Lacey's biggest insecurity, the Sugarbee captain caused rage never before seen to erupt from the usually sweet cheerleader. Lunging forward, Lacey connected a slap of epic proportions.

"Lacey!" Jasmine gasped while Whitney cheered.

"You bitch!" Yelena howled, racing forward only to find herself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms.

"Easy there, girl," Jared directed, carrying the feisty blonde away from the main action. Placing her down, the linebacker kept his body between Yelena and the fighting girls.

"I know you," the sex kitten stated, her personality shifting back to seduction mode. "I heard about you, too," Yelena added, her eyes drifting down to his groin.

"Funny, I don't think I ever heard about you," Jared chuckled, thinking it was a trick to rush past him.

"Your Polar Poles talked about you at dance camp. Or should I say they talked about your massive pipe and how well you lay it," Yelena recounted, smirking.

That smirk sent shivers down Jared's body. A part of him could sense the trouble and pleasure someone like Yelena could bring him. Practically paralyzed, Jared didn't move as the busty blonde repeated her best friend's earlier move, running her hand down to his growing bulge.

"Back away, bitch," a voice commanded. The words then morphed into an animalistic growl.

Back to the center of the action, Austin's second-worst fear occurred as Lana entered the fray. Surprisingly, the older Stratton sister didn't deliver his darkest nightmares with a high-heeled stomp to his family jewels. Instead, Lana listened to Peyton's pleadings and kept Finn and his mother in mind as she worked to break up the fight.

"Dammit, stop that, Lace. You too, Bianca. Tonight is not the night for our feud. Think of Finn. Think of the kids that the charity will help. Our bullshit shouldn't ruin it," Lana said, showing off a rare moment when she could behave rationally. "Now, where is your sister when I need her for once?" Lana challenged Bianca.

The younger Zuccaro sister motioned behind Lana. Then, turning her head, the busty ginger spotted her own rival, and any thought of peacekeeping died.

"Oh, crap," Peyton groaned.

Teresa Zuccaro had arrived, wearing a tangerine dress precisely the same as Lana's teal two-piece.