The Reveal

After a long and VERY mentally draining day at school you sit in the faculty parking lot, the local delinquents like to frequent here during school hours, smoking or selling ****, you know because the alleyway leading to the faculty parking lot is riddled with cigarette butts and old needles, charming.

Currently, you sit on Ms Slipknots truck bed, slowly kicking your feet in boredom as you await your meeting and possible demise with the blue haired femboy you’ve only recently gotten to know as Max.

You don’t quite know what to make of her; she’s been cryptic to say the least, she pulled hard to get you into the club but from the vibe she gave off in the club room she doesn’t seem to mesh well, you never saw her talking to anyone who didn’t talk to her first and she didn’t really gravitate towards anyone in particular.

You see a shadow cast itself over the patch of pavement you’re staring at and raise your head to see her, you suppose she just really likes being sneaky.

“Yo” she says as she hops into the truck bed next to you, also kicking her feet in equal amount of boredom.

“Hey… I’ve been meaning to ask, how come you tried so hard to get me into this, you don’t seem to be super invested in the club…”

She shrugs her shoulders slightly before replying “Eeeh… I remember when I was going through my process, I got fucked a few too many times and I stopped looking at myself as a boy, I didn't really buy into the whole “Birds of a feather” pitch…”

“…What changed?” You ask turning your head to look over at her, her cerulean locks obscuring her face from sight.

“As time went on I kept getting mistaken as one of them, you live this kinda life people will assume you’re in the community, you know?” She says glancing in your direction for a moment to see if you’re following.

“That and the fact that I kept getting wrapped up in the wrong ladies, you know the type I’m sure… but in the club there’s this sorta list, right? And it’s like a track record of every futa around, or at least the ones we’ve been with”

“And it helps sort the gems from the trash” she says, as though it were entirely unworthy of note, like claiming that the high school club takes place in a high school.

“Wait, the fuck? So you guys have been gathering gossip on every futa in the fucking city? And what, just so you don’t sleep with losers?”

“That’s only a part of the story but… ah our ride is here” she says cutting herself off As a black mini van pulls into the parking lot, coming to a stop just in front of you with the driver side window facing you.

“Uh who’s that?” You ask still slightly baffled by the idea that a high school club has access to that kind of info.

“Oh, that’s Ms Sanchez, I’m fucking her daughter… well, her daughter is fucking me, same difference” Max says as she hops off the truck bed, waving “Hey Ms Sanchez~ Looking better by the day~”

The window rolls down to reveal a Latina woman approaching her 50s though her beauty seems to be outlasting her age.

Her jet black hair is pulling into a ponytail and even from where you’re sitting you can see her impressive bust pushing against her shirt ever so slightly.

“Ay, you already got into one Sanchez girls pants, give it up” she says brushing off Max’s flirting when her eyes land on you, widening slightly.

“Oooo who’s your friend?” She says with sudden interest as she leans out the window to take a better look at you.

“Well seeing as I clearly am not up to your standards I figured I’d offer up someone who does~?” You can tell her plan is working out as even you feel a little turned on by the way she looks at you.

“Um…. Hi….” Is all your able to squeak out, but it seems to have worked better then if you weren’t internally panicking.

“Mmmm alright smooth talker, she can come with, but you better keep it down this time!” She says as Max rounds the van to hop in the passengers seat.

You crawl into the back sitting just behind Max, as the door rolls closed you settle into your seat, this is gonna be a long ride both literally and metaphorically.