Bad Times

The weekend was a bit rough.

Well... it didn't start rough. Feeling even bolder, I just went to Amanda's and asked her straight up to kiss my ass. Steven was in the room, and she just shooed him out and got straight to work. Around now is also when I just started calling her "slut" whenever I addressed her directly. What can I say? I felt safe with her.

On Sunday, though, Jen Cutler called me again. "We lost," she said. "We could appeal -- but that would just burn up all the money on fees. I'm really sorry."

I was feeling a bit philosophical when she first called. I'd spent the morning playing with my step-siblings and was feeling generous toward the world. Despite their terrible mom, the kids were alright. So I said, "Jen, it's ok. I will find a way to get by."

She said, "I have something else I'm working on that might help you. It'll be a few weeks, though. And if you don't hear from me by Christmas, give me a call."

I shrugged and hung up. Whatever that was, it sounded speculative.

It wasn't until later that I realized my true feelings (thank you Brenda, for your therapy sessions). I really did need that money to escape my situation. A wave of depression crashed over me, and hit me so hard that I didn't even go get a blowjob from Amanda.

Monday morning was even worse.

I went to school, feeling a bit better. I'd slept on it, and though I still didn't have the money or any prospects, at least I was rested and headed for a blowjob from whichever woman I chose that morning. Good times!

Except, on my way into school, I ran into Mike Morenci. Now, I'd been seeing him around, of course. He even tried to harass me at various times, but my newfound focus on sex at school left me more or less impervious. I just didn't rise to the bait any more, I was thinking too much about my sluts.

But this day, Mike was on a tear. In fact, I'd never seen him this way -- he was enraged. "Stay away from my family!" he shouted.

I tried to back away. "I try to!" I said. "I don't even know them!"

Mike kept coming though. A small crowd formed around us, with the underclassmen chanting "fight! fight!", until finally something broke and Mike punched me. I fell to the ground and passed out -- more out of fear than from the punch.

Sarah, Brenda, and some other staff members arrived shortly thereafter, and helped me to the nurse's office.

I was groggy and full of adrenalin. "What's going to happen to that asshole?" I asked.

Sarah asked the nurse to leave and then shut the door. "Nothing," she said. "I'm sorry, Jason, but his dad is too well-connected. It would be bad for the school for us to do anything."

I cried a little then. Then I raged as well.

Brenda just looked thoughtful.

The rest of the week I was nursing a black eye.

I took it out on Sarah, a bit, I'm ashamed to say. When I called her a bitch that week, I really meant it. And on Thursday, I made her lick my ass (first time for her) and told her she was worthless as a cock-sucker -- and that I should get another woman to do that work for her.

Sarah, though, was a real trouper. She took my **** and just called Rachel to come in. So, that's how I had my first two-woman experience: standing in the principal's office, with the principal licking and kissing my ass while the pretty, younger English teacher noisily sucked my cock.

It was incredible enough to turn my mood around. Though I resolved to do the same again...