Well, getting paid would be nice.

So, in the past few hours, after years of playing the coy tease, I had decided I was going to embrace.... no... wallow in the most filthy and debauched life I could.

Although I had showered after my locker-room encounter, I had since swallowed two enormous loads of cum and been blasted along my back, across my chest, all over my head and hair, and in my face. I stank of cum, mine and theirs. I was dressed like a stripper’s fantasy of a school girl. I had nowhere I dared go until after midnight.

Mere hours before I had taken on a fair chunk of the football team and a cheerleader. After sucking off two members of the high school staff, I had joined in a public gangbang with half-a-dozen college students, before agreeing to offer myself up as the guest of dishonor at a frat party. Now, I had just sold myself into a night-and-a-half of filth for three-thousand dollars.

No one who had known me before tonight would have expected any of this. Anyone, anywhere would have expected me to have had my fill. They would have been wrong. I was horny as hell, again. I could feel how wet I was. It took every ounce of self-control I had, to keep from ramming two fingers up my cunt and finger-fucking myself.

There was, however, the little matter of my five-hundred dollars. At this point, I would have accepted any new arrivals for free, just to get things going. But, having negotiated, I was not about to forget about it.

They wanted a whore. I wanted to be used like one. The money added an extra layer of sinful spice to this evening’s pleasure.

Also, even more than most highschool girls, I could use the money. I was under clear instructions from Ben, Todd, and Denise. I was to be the school fucktoy. Even if I hadn’t wanted it, I had ****. They had me on video. At that very moment, they might be loading it up onto the internet. The site of cock after cock spewing in my face. I didn’t mind the thought of strangers and even friends seeing me. I loved it, loved the idea of shocking all those people. But, it still gave them control.

There was almost no way anyone who could ruin it for me would find the video on their own, but I had no doubt that if I failed to follow Denise and the guys’ instructions, my family would get a special viewing.

They would see stare into the camera, my mouth filled with seed, as I swallowed it all with a smile and wink.

They would hear no objection from me, to the video going online. They would hear me brazenly declare: “if I'd known this was a public viewing, I'd have performed a bit more.”

They would watch me eat Denise out as I encouraged the guys to fuck the shit out of her.

Hell, depending on how long the filming had continued, they might see me lying naked on the floor in a pool of cooling sperm.

Fuck, I needed to make sure Denise got me a copy. Maybe I could watch it with Sarah. Or her brother Frank. Or both. The thought of daisy chaining between them as we watched my first gang bang only made things worse.

With Denise and the other’s holding that sort of control, I needed to play along. I wanted this life I had found, but if anyone with access to the video decided that I wasn’t cooperating, they might scuttle everything.

If Daddy found out, he’d go through the roof. I was 18, but all that did was change my situation from ****, to one of two bad ones. I could let Daddy pull me out of Madison Valley and lock me in my room until he could find a way for me to complete high school without coming with five miles of any dick capable of getting a hard-on. Or I could drop out of school, move out, and try to make it on my own. I was a petite, 18-year-old blonde hottie. That would not end well. Playing the whore was fun, but I didn’t want to have to rely on it.

So, I needed to comply. I needed to meet Denise and the others under the bleachers tomorrow morning. I needed to do everything and everyone they told me to.

I also needed a new wardrobe. “From now on, Katie, whenever you're at school, you better be dressed up like the fucking whore we know you are.” That was going to involve a very different set of clothes. And, if I was going to keep being treated as rough I wanted it, I could expect to be replacing my clothes on a regular basis. That was going to take money, and it would be best if I didn’t have to rely on Daddy. At some point he was going to start asking questions.

So, I was horny and I was interested in getting paid. I looked around, at the guys. “Alright boys, how are we doing this?”

“What do you mean?” Frank asked. “Five hundred now, the rest tomorrow.”

“Yes, five hundred now,” I put a little emphasis on that last word. “Twenty-five hundred tomorrow. But, remember, five hundred is my standard price for one. You guys get me ‘til midnight for that, and the promise of more tomorrow, for all of us. But, that means five-hundred first.”

They started scrambling at that. Wallets came out, money was counted, dirty looks were exchanged. They had three-hundred-and-fifty.

I didn’t say a word, I just looked at them, expectantly. It was Don, of all people, who came up with an idea. “John, how about your Chevy? We already now we can shoehorn in there without even using the third row. We could swing by an ATM and then we can see about somewhere on campus.”

John looked a little dubious. “C’mon,” Chuck, put in over my shoulder, “You know we’re good for it.” He was clearly in favor of any plan that stiffy out of his pants, where I had been teasing it, and into my quim. “Hell,” he looked around with a twitch in his shoulders, “We’re all forking over six-hundred by tomorrow. Anyone, who doesn’t pay up is out,” he had a hand around my midsection, “And the rest of us come up with a way to make the three-thousand.”

Don, of all people, was nodding at that. Once he’d decided to put his money where his mouth was, or rather where he wanted my mouth, a deal was a deal.

A/N: I realize this thread has been fairly slow so far. I am trying to break it into logical pieces with decision points, and anyone who interested in going somewhere else at any point would, naturally, be welcome. I've sketched out my plot - this evening, Saturday morning under the bleachers, Saturday evening - already (although Saturday afternoon is a little up in the air - hint, hint). Anyway, another post or two, and then perhaps a few posts in the old style, if I can still manage it.

A/N #2 - Re: Edit: I hesitate to edit a post that appears to be reasonably popular, but I wanted to rearrange a few things and cut-down on the compound sentences. Hopefully it reads a little better.