Eventually, He Lets Me Return To My Car

Dressed in my stained and dusty men’s clothes, I steadied myself. I wasn’t concerned with explaining to Quentin the whole ordeal, my impending servitude to Mr. Daniels, only with how I could justify my appearance as a freshly-fucked woman.

I checked my phone: it was nearly four! He’d fucked me for well over an hour and a half. No messages from Quentin, though. I couldn’t tell if that was a bad sign.

Desmond slapped me on the ass, “You better get going, slut.”

“Anything you say, Mr. Daniels.” I leaned in for one last kiss, and, when he provided it, I rubbed a hand over the bulge in his jeans.

I hurried off in awkward strides. I was sure I’d be walking funny for at least a week. I rehearsed my story as I headed for the parking lot. Something about getting a headache and taking the wrong pill. Ran off out of embarrassment and got lost. It would come together once I started talking, I hoped.

When I arrived at the car, where I expected to find Quentin sulking angrily, I instead found nothing. No one. I glanced around. Maybe he’d gotten a ride home with a friend? But he would’ve told me.

I sat in the car and blasted the AC, then sent Quentin a text. I couldn’t convey the enormity of the situation in a few sentences, so I just wrote “In the car”

After a minute, he replied. “Omw”

The parking lot was empty except for a few teachers’ cars. Even the kids who loitered around waiting for their irresponsible parents had already gone home. I felt more than a little guilty.

A blonde teenage girl emerged from a side exit. She wore the boy’s uniform, a white button down and gray slacks, but she looked disheveled. The shirt was untucked and unbuttoned down well past the uniform code allowed. I hoped Quentin would appear behind her soon.

She was walking towards the car. I didn’t fully understand what I was seeing. She opened the passenger door and tossed her backpack, a backpack I’d seen a thousand times before, into the backseat.

She sat down. Her face was slight and pretty. Her tousled hair fell a half-inch above her shoulders. It wasn’t until I looked into her eyes that I believed it.

“Quentin?”

She grinned sheepishly. “I go by Quinn as a girl.” Her voice was soft and charming.

My mouth hung open. When my astonishment faded enough to form words, I asked, “How long has this been going on?”

“Oh, a couple of months now. Eddie had the idea–”

“Eddie?! Your bully?”

“It wasn’t really bullying, more rough-housing. When he transferred here at the beginning of the year, I became friends with him. I figured it’d be nice to have someone who didn’t know I was lame.”

“You’re not lame.”

“No, Eddie helped. We started pranking people. He would shove me in a locker or pretend to beat me up, just to freak everyone out. But I was in on it. I sort of became his sidekick, and he kept the actual bullies at bay.”

My head was in my hands, but Quinn continued.

“Well, one time, he picked me up, and I got a boner. And he made a joke. And I made a joke. And then we started talking about it. And then we couldn’t stop talking about it. So, I bought an X-Change, and you can imagine how he made me feel. We’ve been kind of dating ever since.”

“If Eddie wasn’t bullying you, then why did you say he was?”

“I know you. And I’ve gotten to know Mr. Daniels pretty well too. You and me are similar in a lot of ways, and I thought, maybe, if you got to know him, you’d make the same decision I did.”

I scoffed, “You predicted I’d take X-Change?”

Quinn smirked, “No, I thought I’d have to give you the idea somehow. We didn’t expect you to go along with it so easily.”

“Does… does Mr. Daniels know?”

“We never told him, but I think he figured most of it out himself. Some white slut named Quinn arrives on his doorstep every Saturday, then after a couple months a dad comes by asking about a boy named Quentin. He probably put two and two together.”

“I thought you played board games on Saturday.”

“Not in a while,” Quinn laughed. She looked happy in a way Quentin never had.

“Wait,” my brain stuttered for a moment, “Then on the Saturday I went to confront Mr. Daniels–”

“That was me in the other room, cumming my brains out.”

I remembered her grateful moans, and how turned on they’d made me. I remembered Mr. Daniels splitting me with his cock. I remembered the delight of surrendering to him, of letting him own my body and my mind.

I put the car in drive and maneuvered out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” Quinn asked.

“First, we’re gonna pick up some X-Tra Strength pills, then we’re going shopping.”