Lunchroom adoration

Every pair of eyes followed Bonnie when she entered the school cafeteria. She knew that they usually watched her because she was so hot, but with the changes she'd made last night everyone was much more open about it. They gawped at her beauty like she was a movie star, which was exactly how Bonnie knew she deserved to be treated.

“May I show you to your table?” asked the maitre d'.

“Oh absolutely!” said Bonnie, enjoying the first class treatment.

The maitre d' lead her to the roped off Seniors Section of the cafeteria. Everyone had better food in this section. That day the seniors were enjoying fine steaks instead of the sloppy joes made almost entirely out of grease that the other students got.

Within the Seniors Section they came to another roped off area with a little sign identifying it as the Cheerleaders Area. This part of the room had thick carpet and a fine oak table. Several cheerleaders were already there, with waitresses taking their orders and refilling their drinks.

The maitre d' lead Bonnie to her chair at the head of the table. It was so much larger and more ornate than the other chairs that it was actually a throne. “Queen Bonnie” was carved into the back in huge, gothic letters. He pulled it out for her and waited while she sat. He almost pushed it back in, but Bonnie put her feet up on the table first.

“What would madam like for lunch?” asked the maitre d'. He motioned towards several waitresses running up behind him holding platters of food. “We already have several of your favorite dishes prepared only moments ago. Escargot and patte to start? Or perhaps pheasant under glass? Crème brulle?”

“Not today Jeeves,” said Bonnie, not caring that his name wasn't Jeeves. “Throw them all in the trash and bring me some cake. I'm feeling decadent today!”

“As you wish, madam.” The maitre d' left the table and clapped his hands, signaling to the wait staff to follow Bonnie's instructions.

Kim walked up to Bonnie's chair and dropped her jaw, amazed at the display. “Bonnie! When did all this happen?!”

Bonnie loved the dumbfounded look on her rival's face. “After I was named homecoming queen, remember Kimmie-poo? This is how queens are treated.”

“That was months ago!” yelled Kim. “I think I would have noticed if the cafeteria had had carpet for all that time!”

Hope, a Chinese cheerleader and one of Bonnie's biggest supporters, said, “Did you get hit in the head, Kim? They put this in right after homecoming, like Bonnie said. She told them to do it and they did because she's queen.”

Kim looked like steam could shoot out of her ears at any moment. “What?! The school doesn't do stuff like that! Homecoming “Queen” is just an honorary title!”

“Well, usually it is, Kim,” said Tara, the sweet blonde cheerleader everyone liked. “But you know, it's Bonnie. They made an exception for her.”

Kim lost all capacity to speak. The serious expressions on everyone's faces couldn't be faked and there was no way all this construction could happen to the cafeteria overnight. Plus, how could Bonnie get all these waitresses and such just for a joke? It didn't make any sense and everything was wrong. Even Bonnie's breasts seemed bigger, which couldn't possibly be right.

Someone ran past Kim, bumping her to the side. It was Brick Flagg, Bonnie's old boyfriend.

“Bonnie! I'm so sorry I left! Please take me back, babe!”

“What?” said Kim. “You didn't leave her, you graduated. After seven years! You weren't supposed to hang around!”

“I should have anyway!” said Brick. “Oh Bonnie, I'm sorry! I drove all night to get here! I couldn't stand being away from you anymore, babe! Will you be my girl again?”

“Hmm,” murmured Bonnie as she played with a lock of her thick, brown hair. She looked around the cafeteria at all the guys staring at her openly. Last night she'd loved the idea of getting Brick back, but since then the Gencom had subtly worked its magic on her libido. She felt horny, really horny, and knew that just one guy couldn't satisfy her. “I don't think so Brick. I'm really starting to enjoy single life. But if you want, I'm sure I could convince the school to hire you as personal assistant to the Queen.”

“Anything, babe! I just want to be near you! I'll be your assistant! What do you want me to do first?”

Bonnie swung her feet off the table and held one in front of him. “Foot massage, pretty please?”

Kim watched in amazement as Brick dropped to his knees. He happily took off Bonnie's shoe and delicately rubbed her feet. Kim looked around, but nobody else seemed to think this was strange. Many of the guys in the room looked jealous.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” said Kim. “This is totally not the sitch! There's no way people can be treating you like this without something weird going on. There has to-”

“Miss, do you have permission to be in the cheerleader's section?” asked the maite d' as he suddenly stepped up next to Kim.

“Uh, well, I am a cheerleader.”

Hope snorted. “Since when?”

Kim looked more confused than ever. “What? Since forever, Hope. I'm the captain.”

Tara shook her head sadly. “Uh, Kim? Bonnie's always been the captain of the cheer squad. You didn't even make the team. Remember how you fell over four times trying to do a cartwheel?”

Bonnie used every bit of willpower she had not to laugh at the confused expression on Kim's face.

“I'm not a cheerleader? But... that's not...”

“Come along, miss,” said the maitre d' snidely as he gripped Kim's elbow. “ Perhaps you should be in the nurse's office, but you shouldn't be here.”

“Wait,” said Bonnie. The horniness and general mischievousness put into her by the Gencom was growing without her knowing it. She looked from Kim, to Brick, to all the other people in the cafeteria as a plan formed in her head. “Let her stay. I have an idea.”