The Cork Party (Épisode Trois)

“I’m bringing sexy back,” the young athletic man with short, messy blonde hair hummed, waiting for his minion to open the front door. He had one arm wrapped around a gorgeous golden blonde. “Y’all don’t know how to act.”

“You always been sexy, Auss,” Toby Lamb told his quarterback, setting off a flurry of fawning compliments from his fellow lackeys.

“No doubt. Everybody knows that,” Heath Farmer agreed, nodding wholeheartedly while smiling at the blonde on his leader’s arm. “We get pretty girls around us because of you.”

“Especially after you and Oscar DPed that cougar,” Weston Parker bragged.

“Yeah, let’s not get into that,” Austin directed hurriedly. Weston’s pride in his quarterback often ended with his foot in his mouth.

“Wasn’t that the time that you ended up on video with your mom kicking–” Astoria Carlise began to ask.

"Open that door, Lamb!" Oscar Vargas ordered as the brunette under his arm ducked away.

Kacie Rand slipped inside the Cork home first, followed by Monique Roquet and two more Guzzle Crossing Jennets. The majority of the dance squad decided to stay back at the hotel for a rare overnight stay on a road trip. They'd heard that only three of their cheerleaders had decided to risk a visit to the rival school's party, and they agreed it was the smart play. Craziness seemed to fill Honey Hollow, particularly their cheer and dance squads.

Hurrying inside to escape the cold, Austin immediately spotted Jasmine and the twins hovering around the foyer in their black with gold trim uniforms. He watched as Oscar, smitten with the senior dancer, blew his shot with Kacie by sliding over to flirt with his classmate. What surprised and should’ve worried the quarterback was how quickly Isla and Ilsa vanished.

“Don’t worry. I’m here. The party can officially start,” Austin announced, stepping into the living room/dance area with his arm still around Astoria. That the music switched songs appeared to be a sign of his dramatic arrival.

Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

Fast cars, shooting stars
All of the lights, all of the lights
Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (all of the lights)
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life

“Hiya, star stud,” Margo began, spinning around at the sound of Austin’s voice.

Seeing the out-of-town girl in the quarterback’s arm wiped the smile off the junior cheerleader’s face. A glimmer of hope reappeared seconds later as Astoria left Austin’s orbit to join her friends in surveying the foreign party. Still, Greta nearly falling into the handsome teen didn’t please her friend.

“Oh. My Gawd! Genni, we’d better get Polly before the action begins,” Suzie said, practically slapping Gennifer in the face. “She missed the egg throws last night, even though they happened right next door.”

“Wow, do you really think something like a fight might happen?” Nancy asked, already searching her mind for an episode of Allure Academy that fit this moment.

Multiple guys greeted Austin with nods or fist-bumps. However, they weren’t the popular types the arrogant teen wanted to be liked by. The same went for the girls, but that didn’t stop the confident athlete.

“How’s it going, Quilla?” Austin inquired, attempting to join her solo dance.

The buxom, auburn-haired Bumble Girl responded by spinning around to face Lux’s back. Watching as Quilla pushed her groin into the actress’s tight ass, Austin took that as an invitation to do the same with the redhead.

“Don’t even think about it,’ Cheyenne warned, drawing the quarterback’s disbelieving eyes to the spectacle of the busty brunette practically drowning Digg’s face in her abundant cleavage.

“Nope” and “Not happening” came from London and Hazel when Austin approached them. Even worse, Tyler Blick seemed the new sports star as a trio of volleyball players surrounded him, grinding their various body parts against the astonished teen.

“What’s wrong?” Weston asked.

“Nothing. Probably worried about upsetting Lace,” Austin replied, ignoring the sick feeling starting again in his stomach. Most of his female classmates, who seemed pleased to see him, came from the one-year-younger crop. “Not to worry. Plenty of hot fish in the sea.”

“And you caught your own to bring with,” Heath praised, meaning the Jennets.

“Exactly,” their leader agreed.

“Yeah, these bitches be stuck-up tonight,” Toby declared loudly.

Working their way through the dining room, Austin glanced around, feeling annoyed that Oscar had drifted off to flirt, leaving him alone with the Brawny Boys. While dumb and lacking conversational skills, they were tough and showed fierce loyalty. So much so that Toby stepped in front of Austin, once they entered the kitchen, to find several of their teammates drinking and playing cards at the table.

Seated at the head of the table and dealing, Kessler never shied from expressing his opinions about Austin. Xavier, on his left, felt the same, usually, but as the defensive captain, he mostly kept quiet about them. Marcus and Max, two longtime erstwhile friends of the quarterback, were another story entirely. A growing tension had brought them to the brink of an abyss, with Oscar encouraging a full break with the two guys he viewed as disloyal. Even Burton Dempsey, the team's shit-talker, kept quiet from the corner, nursing his drink, as the guns of war felt ready to blow.

"Rusk," Marcus greeted, fully declaring the mood with his rare use of Austin's surname.

“Auss, look!” Heath bellowed, jabbing his finger to where Aurora stood on the edge of the kitchen.

“The hell? She’s not supposed to–Crap!” the quarterback said, watching as Toby took the initiative to cross the room.

“Rory, you get your ass home right now. Dad is going to be pissed if he–” Austin started to order.

“Back up or get another nutshot,” Beyza warned, but Toby picked the spicy teen up, moving her aside.

“I’m not going anywhere. Mom knows that I’m here,” the actress/cheerleader shot back, hopping away from her brother’s reach.

Before Toby could grab the Rusk twin, Astoria and Kacie raced past, having noticed the scene occurring in the family room. Austin heard the pair of Guzzle Crossing dancers giggle at the mention of getting another turn. He didn’t know what they meant, but clearly Delilah did. The Sugarbee appeared out of nowhere to block the Jennets.

“Not happening. You had your turn at the ball.”

“That’s not your decision. I’m sure he’d be down, especially after the fun we all had last time,” Astoria responded, taking charge of the situation with an air of high confidence or arrogance.

“Oh, he’s already mush over there, so I doubt you’d get a fight from him. It’s my squad and the cheerleaders who you can expect a hard pushback from,” Delilah explained, as Kaitlin and Beatrice joined her. “Didn’t you get Yelena’s message? It sounded clear to me. And it wasn’t meant just for our visitors.”

Austin blinked as his sister’s close friend made eye contact with him. What’s she talking about? Yelena didn’t do anything but…The dance? Was her dance a message? Suddenly, the quarterback’s head rocked back nearly as hard as the time that Jared Lockett sacked him. No, no, “No.”

The cheerleaders, shifting to face the Jennets in the standoff, had opened a clear line of sight into the family room, particularly the center sofa. Austin’s night sank at seeing Iona O’Hara pressing her ass into Tarver’s bulge. The hyper soccer star didn’t stop there, no, she gyrated her firm, round butt cheeks into his erection, causing Sean to moan. Continuing with the lap dance, she stretched her arms back behind her and around Tarver’s neck. It allowed her to pull her back tightly into his solid body while holding his head next to hers.

“Whoa!” one of the Brawny Boys sounded behind Austin. That proved to be enough to snap the quarterback out of his shock. Furious that Sean got all the credit and rewards for helping Whitney, when he also did something, Austin turned to storm out of the kitchen the way he entered.

“Touching is allowed on this champagne couch, you know,” Iona teased, turning her head slightly to look at Sean’s face pressed next to hers.

With the song ending, she flicked her light-brown eyes down, practically drawing his magnetically to the unobstructed view down her tight top, which provided a mouthwatering angle of her buoyant, perky breasts in their push-up bra.

Na-na-na-na-na, come on
Na-na-na, come on
Na-na-na-na-na, come on
Na-na-na, come on, come on, come on
Na-na-na-na, come on

With the Babybees watching in awe, they giggled and tried to take mental notes. Delilah had put on a dancing clinic, but Iona brought a level reserved for a lucky boyfriend on a special occasion with her sexy moves. If her performance during the previous song hadn’t been eyebrow-raising, Iona took it up another notch by standing up, bending down, unbuckling Sean’s belt and button, before planting her ass back down on his warm lap.

Without the restriction at the tops of his pants, Sean’s cock had more freedom to move. Iona’s round of circular thrusts helped straighten and free it, as the zipper lowered by itself. The flummoxed teen didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or groan in embarrassment as his swollen sword came out to rest on her lower abdomen.

The new position and its benefits hit Iona instantly. Her usual impish grin turned devilish. Making Sean hard wasn’t a challenge; she’d been doing it for years. Yet this time she’d gotten him in a situation where his stiff dick tried to pry its way between her toned buttcheeks. Now, any way she moved elicited loud groans.

Feels so good being bad (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
There's no way I'm turning back (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the pain is for pleasure
'Cause nothing can measure (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Love is great, love is fine (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Out the box, outta line (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Rhythmic twerking on Sean's lap stimulated him even more. He could hear his longtime tormentor’s soft groans and smell her faint perfume. The situation brought back a moment from last summer, when their bodies felt similarly separated by so few pieces of clothing. That time, Sean had been clad only in swim trunks, while Iona wore a pair of thin nylon soccer shorts. Ready to burst within minutes, he’d fled from the Gibbles to the safety of his home. This time, there wasn’t any escape route, not with all the onlookers.

Unrelenting and merciless, Iona instinctively moved, opting for a new course. Showing off incredible nimbleness, the brunette flipped around to face Sean. Clenching her fingers around his neck, Iona smiled wickedly before winking. This forbidden passage to the other side brought her thinly covered pussy down the length of the teen’s cock, causing him to pant loudly.

“Ahem!” the bouncing brunette cleared her throat. “Remember, touching is allowed, if not required.”

Shaking his head at Iona’s teasing, Sean could only wonder about their older siblings’ reactions. That Peyton and Eoin would see this performance wasn’t in doubt, not with all the phones out, capturing the scene. At this point, he gave in, sliding his hands down to cup the tight ass that had long teased him.

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Straddling Sean’s lap and using his neck for support, Iona leaned back as far as possible, digging her pussy into his cock. Trapping the underwear-clad manhood against her damp yoga pants, Iona gasped at the pleasure her thrusts sent tingling through her body. Dry-humping her good friend’s best friend, the soccer star ignited the fantasies of many spectators by bouncing madly, sending her wavy dark-brown bob around wildly.

The sensation of JoJo’s annoying, teasing friend’s warm pussy lips pushing against his cock felt divine. But Sean found himself nearly as distracted when Iona launched herself forward to slam her chest against his. Bringing their foreheads together, Iona gyrated, thrust, and ground herself into Dr. Sean, staring heatedly into his eyes the whole time.

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Noticing that Sean had closed his eyes, Iona brought those baby blues out again by digging her nails into his shoulder blades. Wincing in pain, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head from the hard ground of her demanding pussy into him. Next, she ran her hands through his blond locks before leaning forward to wet his ear with her tongue.

“Someday, I’m going to unwrap Sean Junior fully before sliding him into my sheath,” Iona purred, as the song’s final bars played.

Impossibly aroused, Sean let out a combined groan and moan when Iona lifted herself for a repositioning on her saddle as a piano began to play. Tittering from the younger girls echoed around the room. YoYo and Kizzy came across as the easiest to hear, but they weren’t the only ones commenting on the big boxer tent.

Oh, baby, baby
Oh, baby, baby

“No!” Sean exclaimed. Having already survived an impromptu Iona-style performance two years ago to this same Britney Spears’ song, the teen sitting with a full erection knew he wouldn’t last long. And unlike JoJo’s basement, he wouldn’t be able to rush into the bathroom to hide the obvious evidence.

“Nuh-uh. No escapees this time,” the sassy brunette declared, waving her finger in front of Sean’s face as people around them cheered Iona on.

“Nope, and I mean it,” Sean insisted, using all his strength to lift the spry soccer star up and off his lap.

Gasps filled the family room. Zoey blushed, filling her mind with images of her former crush for later while alone in her bedroom. Saylor shuddered as YoYo squealed in delight. Kizzy swooned with her older sister reconsidering her rejection of a lap dance. Still, Kaitlin felt she’d made the proper decision when Whitney stepped forward.

“Alright, ease up, O’Hara. I already had a helper relieve Sean earlier before the game. So, I don’t want him drained before my turn,” the blonde queen bee directed, sparking speculation around the kitchen and family room.

“Is that why he was late?” Harley questioned, but her BFF looked half-dazed, watching Sean stuff his erection back into his pants.

“Damn, Tarver got lucky at school?” Milner questioned loudly.

“I think the doctor needs to cool down. Girls, go pick out something fun, not sexy,” Whitney ordered the Babybees. Thrilled to be given permission, they raced out of the room. Next, the cheer captain returned her attention to the amateur dancer. “C’mon, let’s talk in private, O’Hara. You got style, and I have a proposition.”

My loneliness is killin' me (And I)
I must confess, I still believe (Still believe)
When I'm not with you, I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me, baby, one more time

With the show apparently over, people started to filter out of the family room and kitchen. The card game continued, but the varsity cheerleaders left the room, along with Beyza, Delilah, Louis, and Heidi. Somewhere off in the distance, Zoey groaned, hearing that Mercedes and Cadence had arrived with Fern. Nodding at Winnie and Robin, she started to lead them toward the hallway, but stopped as a new song started. Sensing what was to come, the younger Gibble sister took a step back.

Almost on cue, YoYo appeared, crawling around the corner. With a hungry glint in her eyes, the JV squad’s main flirt slowly slid forward on the floor like a predatory pantheress. Of course, she made a beeline straight to Sean.

Well, ow! Rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yes, the cradle of love
Don't rock easily, it's true

Sent from heaven above, that's right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes, the pages of love
Don't talk decently, it's true

“Yo, you’re not supposed to act like this,” Sean warned, beginning to squirm on the sofas as the Babybee moved within a dozen feet of him. “Whitney won’t–”

“Whitney’s busy, as is Bea. It’s my time,” YoYo purred.

Focused on the sizzling eye contact between the two of them, neither Sean nor Yolanda noticed movement. Only when the bottom of a boot met YoYo’s forehead. Looking up, the younger teen grimaced, knowing that her fun had ended, as the boot gently pushed her back.

'Cause love cuts a million ways
Shakes the devil when he misbehaves
I ain't nobody's fool
Come on, shake it up
Whatever I do
Rorwar!

“Not happening, Yo. You know the rules. Either follow them or I call Tino to come get you,” Yanet warned, glaring at her younger sister while towering over her.

“Tino is out on a date like always,” YoYo shot back about their older brother.

“Absolutely, but he’ll drop everything to come keep his kid sister out of trouble. Change the song!” Yanet yelled.

Rock the cradle of love (Whoo!)
Rock the cradle of love
Yes, the cradle of love don't rock easily, it's true (Oo, yeah, ow!)
Sent from heaven above, that's right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes, the pages of love don't talk decently, it's true

“Party-popper,” YoYo growled, accepting Zoey’s help in standing up.

“Jailbait,” Yanet countered. Pleased that she’d stopped her sister, the coed gave Sean a little finger wave along with a wink.

The music went silent for a solid thirty seconds, causing murmurs of discontent around the house. Then, Beatrice and Harley ran into the room, whispering excitedly into Zoey’s ears. Nodding, she watched the redhead race over to the kitchen to give a thumbs up to a person in the dining room. Having overheard enough, Robin opened two drawers in the kitchen before tossing a spatula to Zoey. Harley and Beatrice were handed two other utensils.

In sync with the music, Zoey began singing along, using the spatula as a fake microphone.

You broke my heart 'cause I couldn't dance,
You didn't even want me around
And now I'm back to let you know I can really shake 'em down

“Do you love me?” the gorgeous girl with reddish-brown hair questioned.

“I can really move,” Beatrice and Harley sang, sliding in behind Zoey as her backup singers.

“Do you love me?” Zoey repeated, moving in to lean over Sean.

“I'm in the groove,” her backup singers continued.

Now, do you love me?
(Do you love me now that I can dance?)
Watch me, now
(Work, work) ah, work it out, baby
(Work, work) Well, I'm gonna drive you crazy
(Work, work) Ah, just a little bit of soul, now?
(Work)

Ariel, Robin, and Zara joined in to sing the extra parts along with Beatrice and Harley. Even shy Winnie tried to perform the upcoming dances mentioned in the song before blushing on her way to hide in the kitchen.

Now I can mash potatoes (I can mash potatoes)
I can do the twist (I can do the twist)
Tell me, baby, do you like it like this?
Tell me (tell me) tell me

As word spread about Zoey, arguably the most desirable sophomore, putting on an entertaining performance, plenty of people flocked back into the kitchen, family room, and the nearby hallway. The majority of them were her fellow sophomores, but a smattering of juniors and seniors also mixed in.

Although Sean had never seen his next-door neighbor sing this particular song, he had witnessed countless other lip-sync shows put on by Zoey, her family, and her friends. Rather than feel awkward, the injured teen laughed and clapped along. Sure, it got a little weird a few times when JoJo’s little sister crawled over him or rubbed her body against his, but it seemed more in good fun than sexual. Especially so, when Zoey crawled over the sofa’s sides on her back.

Do you love me?
Do you love me, baby?
Now, do you love me?
(Do you love me now that I can dance?)
Watch me, now
(Work, work) ah, work it out, baby
(Work, work) Well, I'm gonna drive you crazy
(Work, work) You are getting kind of cold, now
(Work)

“Work it, girls!” Olivia and the Astle twins cheered. Isla had her phone out, focusing more on Ariel and the singing Babybees than on Zoey and Sean.

Rosita, Tandy, and Jasmine from Sugarbees peeked inside. Unsure what to think, they immediately noticed the Jennets watching with distasteful expressions. That led them to quickly decide to cheer the goofy performance.

Watching more people gather, Sean picked out the phones in Saylor, Roxanne, Delilah, and Daisy’s hands. Without a doubt, JoJo, Peyton, and his mom would see this video quickly. Bridget, Rachel, and their friends would likely call it adorable, and Mrs. Gibble would get ideas for a future wedding. Peyton would probably tease him likewise, but Lana might be the worst in that department.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Yumi isn’t even here,” Caterina complained, but Rory and Roxie shushed her.

“Hey, Austin, you’re missing out!” Kessler yelled, laughing like a hyena while his friends palmed their faces.

After learning about Dexter’s crush on Zoey at the New Year’s Eve ball, Sean attempted to signal to the sophomore not to worry about the dance. Knowing how a crush could eat away at a guy, the older teen reminded himself to help Dex out once he got his cast off. He felt a little bad watching Seth tease his friend, along with Dex’s uncomfortable face. Unknown by Sean, Kaitlin had an idea, whispered for approval from Daisy before instructing Saylor to make preparations.

(Work, work) With just a little bit of soul, now?
(Work, work) Come on, come on now
(Work, work) I'm gonna drive you crazy
(Work)
I can mash potatoes
I can do the twist
Well, now, tell me, baby, do you like it like this?
Tell me (tell me) tell me

“Man, this is some bullshit. It’s my party, why can’t I get serenaded?” Charlie complained, throwing his hands up. Despite Zoey being hot, he preferred an older girl treating him like this, especially when he saw her flop across Tarver’s thighs to stare up into his eyes while asking if he loved her.

“Not your party, Cork. It’s your cousin’s,” Iona reminded, grinning like a madwoman at Sean’s discomfort. Angry at herself for not recording this, she spotted Chris Schipper providing a play-by-play over Norah’s shoulder. “Yo, Almond, send me a copy for JoJo.”

Norah didn’t pay attention as she’d grown curious about the gestures and mouthed words happening between Daisy, Kaitlin, Saylor, and Harley. Even odder, the young ginger rushed off with a purpose. Then, as “Do You Love Me” faded out, guitar strings began playing.

Guitar strings that caused Dexter’s head to swing around in fear. Turning to flee, he found Katie blocking his way instead. Shaking her head, she motioned with her fingers for Zoey’s spatula.

“You know the drill,” his next-door neighbor told him, handing over the fake microphone.

Wincing, Dex looked for an escape, but didn’t find one before Kizzy slid into the family room. Yes, after a long runway, she slid past her neighbor and longtime karaoke partner.

“Love,” Kizzy began.

“Mhmm,” Kaitlin and Daisy sounded.

“Love is strange.”

“Yea, yea,” the older sisters chimed in.

“Lot of people, take it for a game,” the romance-obsessed brunette sang, using the whisk Harley had handed over as a microphone. “Once you get it, you never want to quit.”

“No, no,” Daisy added, with Katie cracking up.

“After you've had it, you're in an awful fix,” Kizzy continued, moving to serenade Sean, while the two seniors continued to chime in for the extra parts. Hushed voices explained that “Love Is Strange” was a favorite of the Beal and Kirby parents to play whenever their block had a party.

Many people (Mhmm)
Don't understand (No, no)
They think loving (Yea, yea)
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving (Mhmm)
Is better than a kiss (Yea, yea)
When you leave me (Mhmm)
Sweet kisses, I miss

Laughter, cheers, and claps filled the room as Kizzy fake-performed the guitar solo. Surprisingly, she steered away from Sean while her older sister prodded her block party partner to get ready. Sighing, Dex resigned himself to his fate. As one of the few boys on his street, he’d often gotten roped into performing the male verses.

“Sylvia?” Dex began, facing the younger Beal sister.

“Yes, Mickey,” Kizzy asked, leaning in close while overacting.

“How do you call your lover boy?”

“Come here, lover boy!”

“And if he doesn't answer?”

“Oh, lover boy,” Kizzy sassed, waving her fingers at Dex.

“And if he still doesn't answer?”

I simply say
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one

Daisy, Katie, the Babybees, and even Cat started making smooching sounds, which led Dex to finally blush.

Baby (Mhmm), oh baby (Yea, yea)
My sweet baby (Mhmm), you're the one

Kizzy fake-strummed a guitar again while the song died out. As she did so, she danced around Dexter before ending the performance with a smooch on her friend’s cheek. Then, like a relay race or tag team, she passed off the whisk to Saylor, as a drum beat started.

The night we met, I knew I needed you so
And if I had the chance, I'd never let you go
So won't you say you love me?
I'll make you so proud of me
We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

“What the hell? Cut the music!” Claudia ordered, stomping into her family room. “Cut the music!”

Saylor tried to ignore the interruption, since she knew one of her friends had the stereo’s remote control. Instead of listening and stopping, the flirty blonde slid herself onto Sean’s knee, leaning in close while singing the song. Kizzy and YoYo also ignored the volleyball captain, moving to sit on the back of the sofa behind Sean to provide the backup sound.

So won't you, please (be my, be my baby)
Be my little baby? (My one and only baby)
Say you'll be my darlin' (be my, be my baby)
Be my baby now (my one and only baby)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

“Dammit,” the Waterhouse scion swore, lowering the whisk as somebody in the dining room paused the stereo.

“Boooo!” Kizzy and YoYo started, which quickly grew.

“Look, I like the Dirty Dancing soundtrack as much as the next girl, but this is getting ridiculous. Which one of you did this?” Claudia asked before demanding to know. “Who put all those songs on? I’d better get an answer.”

“Um, Yumi,” Saylor responded.

“Right, it was Yumi,” Kizzy quickly agreed.

“Who else?” YoYo added, leaving out that Yumi had gone home.

“She had to use the little girl’s room,” Whitney disclosed, reentering the family room. A swift scan of the room told her squad members not to argue.

Although most of the anger left the volleyball captain and party hostess, the annoyed aspect remained. Taking several long, deep breaths to control her temper, Claudia raised her hands defensively.

“Fine, fine, whatever. Tell Yumi that she can have two more songs. Two! Got that?”

“Got it!” Saylor saluted, with Kizzy following suit.

YoYo and Zoey twirled before grooving in a victory dance. However, their celebration proved short-lived when Whitney took the remote control away from Harley. Holding it up, she ordered the Babybees to play party songs for dancing, not whatever shit Yumi taught them.

“Meanwhile, I’m taking my hero upstairs for another reward before he blows prematurely,” the cheer captain announced, causing oohs and ahhs around the room. “Let’s go, Seanie. Time's a-wastin'.”

Feeling a bit tired, Sean gave in to his life boss’s demand. Slowly rising, he almost made it out of the family room before the music started up again.

(Stay) ah, just a little bit longer (Stay)
(Please) please, please, please, please
Tell me that you're going to

Sensing this wasn’t a random song, Sean looked over his shoulder to find Saylor lip-syncing the lyrics while YoYo, Kizzy, and Zoey joined her. It didn’t take long before all of them dropped to the floor, begging along with the music for Sean to stay.

Now your daddy don't mind
And your mommy don't mind
If we have another dance, yeah
Just one more, one more time

Oh, won't you stay, just a little bit longer
Please let me hear
You say that you will, say you will

“Enough! Sean is coming with me. Find your own men,” Whitney declared, motioning at Cat, Katie, Rory, and Roxie. “Get them up. It’s embarrassing.”

“Oof!” Sean sounded. Having walked out of the room, a hard shoulder greeted him in the hallway. Spinning around, the injured teen managed to barely stay upright as his back braced against the wall.

“The hell?” Whitney yelled, checking on her rescuer before turning to confront a large guy who kept on walking. “I’m talking to you!”

“He ran into me,” a young man with a scar across his left cheek stated. “But I don’t need an apology.”

“Don’t need…You’re the one who better get his ass back over…Fucking Guzzle bitches,” Whitney commented after the guy turned and vanished from her sight.

“It’s alright. I’m fine,” Sean reassured her despite feeling additional pain in his leg.

“You better be. I don’t need you suffering a setback. Then, I have to keep carting you around town,” Whitney complained.

“You? You make the Babybees do that.”

“And that’s a lot of work. They’re unruly and chaotic,” the varsity captain declared, keeping a hand on Sean’s arm as they started to climb the stairs.

Boom, boom, boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right (Oh-oh-oh)
Boom, boom, boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right

“Kizzy, don’t make me come back down there!” Whitney bellowed, sounding like a mother warning her daughter.

“Let it go. They’re just having fun,” Sean said, reversing positions by tugging her arm.

“They’re cuckoo. Kooky and cuckoo, that’s what they are,” Whitney remarked.

It's time for us to Boom Boom
You can come right close to me
And feel the burning fire
All the time you got me
It's fine for us to boom boom

“Kizzy, last warning!” Silence followed, leading Whitney to nod in appreciation at being listened to. However, Sean nearly fell down the stairs, laughing at the response to her threat.

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the screams gettin' louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

“Do you see? Loony.”

“Nah, I tend to see only the Toone twins as loony,” Sean pointed out. “Maybe the girls are silly or nutty.”

Once inside the master bedroom, Whitney kicked the door shut before yanking Sean into her. A passionate kiss followed while she practically tore his shirt over his head. Unbuckling his pants, she said, “I’ll show you nutty,” seconds before shoving him backward onto the bed. In this position, the blonde bombshell easily yanked his pants off as well.

"Lose the underwear, Tarver,” the cheer captain ordered. “I’d ask if you want the uniform on or off, but I know your fetish.”

Reaching behind her, Whitney unzipped the cheer top enough to take off her sports bra. Damp panties slid down her long, smooth legs next. Flipping them into the air, she caught the gold material before flinging it at his face. While Sean removed the garment from his forehead, Whitney pounced onto the bed, stalking up the mattress like a tiger hunting its prey.

“It looks like Yanet took care of you, but not enough that you’re down for the count,” the buxom blonde noted, running a finger up and down the hard shaft.

“You owe her. I couldn’t get her off,” Sean said, glancing over at the dresser where her phone vibrated.

“Pssh, she got a mouthful, right? That’s good enough for an emergency treat,” Whitney declared, ignoring another round of buzzing from her phone. “You know, my devilish side tempted me. I so wanted to ‘discover’ the two of you in that shower stall. Yet, the angel on my shoulder informed me of the bullshit I’d have to deal with then.”

Loud voices and shouts from downstairs echoed up the stairs seconds after Whitney’s mouth enveloped his cock. For a third time, the captain’s phone buzzed, this time from an incoming call. Clenching her fists, the busty blonde pulled her mouth free before swinging off the bed. Checking the messages, she silently screamed at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” Sean asked, propping himself up by his arms.

“Fucking volleyball drama. Claudia and her girls waited until we left to start shit with Rory,” Whitney relayed, scanning the room for her panties. Unable to find them quickly, she gave up. “Of course, dumbass got involved, which pissed Rory off. So now there are three feuding sides down there. I can’t believe that I ever tolerated Austin.”

“I’ll help. Let me get dressed.”

“No!” Whitney roared, turning around to face him while opening the bedroom door. “You stay there, and stay like that. I’ll be back in two, three minutes tops.”

Five minutes passed. After ten minutes, Sean started to worry. Should I lock the door? What if somebody walks in here? He thought, glancing down at his nakedness. After noticing how far away Whitney had left his clothes, the injured teen opted to pull the sheet over. That way, if anyone came in, he could swiftly cover himself.

“Maybe I should go check,” Sean mumbled after fourteen minutes. Deciding he’d do so in another minute, his phone buzzing on the nightstand ended that idea. Checking it, he read the message: “Had to negotiate a deal. You can thank me later. Enjoy.”

“Enjoy? What the hell—” Sean stopped talking when the door opened. Freezing for several seconds in shock, he eventually covered himself.

“Well, looky here, Brennah. Peyton’s little brother—Oh, I mean very big brother—ended up in my parents' bed. Whatever should we do to him?” Claudia questioned, adding an extra swing to her step,

“I’d say we do exactly what Whitney suggested,” Brennah replied, already crawling onto the bed while her best friend and captain locked the bedroom door.

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Author's Note: Sorry about the extended delay. I've been quite sick for the past week and a half. I'm still not entirely over it, so writing is taking place at a snail's pace. We have one more party chapter left in the night.