What's Your Fantasy?

Bianca nodded at her two friends. Jasmine responded by racing off while Yelena grabbed a chair from the cheerleader table. Together, the pair strutted toward the edge of the dance floor, adding an extra swing to their hips as a message to the cheer squad.

Hearing Dexter's exclamation, Bianca turned in time to catch sight of their cheer rivals, along with other classmates, rushing out of the ballroom. Yelena's face grew a quizzical expression.

"Doesn't matter. This is dance business," Bianca stated, nodding toward the Guzzle Crossing dancers.

Yelena started to move forward with the chair. Bianca put an arm out to stop her.

"Give Jas time."

The pair waited nearly two minutes until the current song ended. Then, as the guitar riffs for Blondie hit, Yelena marched over to their rivals like a boss.

"Times up, mule."

"We're jennets," Kacie Rand corrected.

"Whatever. Both nicknames suck, as do your dance moves."

"Is that so, Sugarslut?" Astoria Carlise challenged from her spot on Sean's lap as the older generation shouted "Call me!" around them.

"Uh, isn't it Sugarbitch?" Sean questioned, having heard that term many times from his mom's friends.

"Better than a donkey bitch," Bianca proclaimed, joining them.

"Jennet means a small horse!" Astoria replied, far more heated than necessary. It seemed the other meaning for her dance squad's name was a sore subject.

"Tarver, just get your butt out of the wheelchair and onto this," Yelena ordered, placing the table chair next to him.

"Huh?"

"We perform with the proper equipment, Sean," Bianca explained sweetly. Then, she added a little fire to it, "Move it, hotel."

"Fine, Zuckcock. Sorry, Sean, I guess our time is interrupted. See ya later," Astoria said, standing up.

However, she made a point of looking at both Sugarbees before leaning in and locking lips with Sean. His arms raised up in surprise until they dropped like dead weight as the Guzzle Crossing girl snaked her tongue around the inside of his mouth.

"Lizard," Yelena insulted after the kiss ended. She issued a hip check that knocked Astoria out from the spot in front of Sean, which she took.

Astoria waved off the comment and bump with a flick of her wrist. Still, the two Jennets didn't wander off far. They were curious to see if their competition rose to the occasion.

"This work?" Bianca asked as the 80s playlist continued.

"Like I need mus--Lilah!" Yelena exclaimed. "He's mine!"

The Sugarbee co-captain had appeared out of nowhere to cut around Yelina and plop down on Sean's lap.

"Just gonna warm Seanie up for you. We are old friends, you know," Delilah replied.

With her long mustard-colored dress, Delilah couldn't work most of her usual moves, but she could have fun with Sean—something she planned to do playfully while sitting on his lap side-saddle.

"This is your part. Sing, Sean!" Delilah commanded as "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League played.

"Wha?" Sean sounded, still entirely thrown off balance by the long line of girls jumping onto his lap.

"Sing!" Delilah repeated, using her fingers at the side of his mouth to push it open. Based on their moms' karaoke nights, she knew that her family friend knew the lyrics.

"Oh, right. Uh...But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now, and I can put you back down too," Sean sang terribly.

Delilah needed to wave Sean on to continue as the hook hit.

Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me.

Yelena watched in disbelief, and not the good kind. Her mood only slightly perked up as Delilah lifted her ass up and slammed it down as the singer said the word "Oh!" in the next round.

Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!

As the male singer gave turn to his female partner, Delilah threw one arm around Sean's neck. She balled a fist with the other hand, using it as a microphone.

"I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar; that much is true. But even then, I knew I'd find a much better place, either with or without you."

With Bianca smiling slightly, Sean chuckled at the apologetic expression on their friend's face at this section of the lyrics. Starting to get into the fun, the injured teen sagged his shoulders as the singer proclaimed that she'd live her life without him.

Bianca's amusement increased as Sean grabbed Lilah's hand mic to sing into as the hook hit again. Next to her, Yelena shook her head. Then, a mortified expression washed over the Sugarbee seductress as Delilah and Sean sang into the fake microphone together as the hook started once again.

Suddenly, Delilah performed a graceful turn, placing herself facing away from Sean. Leaning back with her tiptoes grazing the floor, Delilah continued to share the hand mic, but the dancer used the arm around his neck for leverage as she slid back and forth on his lap.

When the song ended, that caramel-skinned dancer giggled as she turned around to kiss Sean's forehead. Suddenly, she barked a loud laugh as the music for the next song began to play.

"This definitely works for you," Delilah told Yelena, standing up.

"Very much so," the blonde sexpot replied.

"That was...different," Bianca remarked as her co-captain came over to her.

"Even if I had a more suitable dress, he's Sean," Delilah declared, motioning at her old family friend. "I just can't without laughing."

"I get it. And this should be classic Lena."

Standing in front of Sean, Yelena tugged her mini-dress up slightly. Then, she surprised Sean by leaning forward considerably to place her hands on each of his shoulders. He visibly flinched at the smoldering look issued his way while Yelena waited for her cue.

I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you

I was beat
Incomplete
I'd been had, I was sad and blue

But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new (Hoo)

Yelena didn't make a move, sound, or lip-synch until the hoo sounded. On that, she arched her back for a split second before vaulting onto Sean's lap. Using the table chair rather than the wheelchair allowed the dancer to straddle her target's lap farther than any other girl had before. Then, grabbing his head forcefully, Yelena brought it close to her lips as she began to sing seductively.

"Like a virgin, touched for the very first time. Like a virgin, when your heart beats next to mine." Yelena kept her hands locked around Sean's neck but moved her head back. "Gonna give you all my love, boy. My fear is fading fast..."

Of course, Sean knew about the infamous legend of Yelena Mishkova. He'd heard the stories about her seductions, that she favored going after guys with girlfriends. Primarily for sport, sometimes out of ****. Sean had witnessed guys after they succumbed. Ashamed for cheating, but begging Yelena to continue fucking them. He'd even seen a college athletic star show up outside of school last year, pleading for Yelena to give him another chance.

Never before had Sean understood why guys--men, if the other rumors were true-- could be led astray by his classmate. But, now, with Madonna only ninety seconds into her song, Sean got it. He could almost physically feel the spellbinding energy emitting from her being. Yelena was truly an enchantress.

Like a virgin, hey
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
With your heartbeat
Next to mine

Sean should've known something was coming. Just before the hook started, Yelena leaned back slightly for leverage. Then, on the "hey," she threw her head back, slamming her pelvis forward into his groin. If Whitney hadn't drained his balls earlier, Sean felt certain he would've erupted at the move.

Still, Yelena didn't let up. Continuing to lean as far back as possible with their nether regions connected, the seductress sang "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" while swinging her head side-to-side wildly. Her styled hair turned into a mild mess.

Suddenly, Yelena's body leaped back up, stopping with her face almost touching Sean's.

"You're so fine, and you're mine. I'll be yours, 'til the end of time."

"Don't wear him out for me," Bianca called over, somewhat concerned that Sean might blow. Clearly, she hadn't heard through the grapevine about Whitney's efforts in Mr. Pierce's office.

Yelena complied, turning her efforts down several notches for the song's final moments. Then, without a word, the blonde sexpot hopped off his lap, strutting away with complete confidence that Sean's gaze never left her toned ass. Only upon reaching Bianca did Yelena pull her raised dress down over her partially exposed ass cheeks. She performed this action after fist-bumping her best friend as a form of tagging in and out.

With the next song starting, Bianca sashayed toward Sean. Across the ballroom, Rachel raised her head, almost as if studying the air. Then, she turned an accusing eye on her BFF.

"This was not next on the playlist."

"Don't look at me like that. It wasn't me who bribed the DJ. I'm more concerned about Bridget. When do you think she'll come down? I think we should go up to her room," Gabriela stated.

"We will wait for Bee to come down when she's ready. Besides, her mom went up. Oh, screw the playlist. Bridget is far more important," Rachel declared. She wondered if the night could get any worse.

Sean felt surprised as Bianca abruptly changed her trajectory. Instead of taking a seat on his lap, she walked behind. While doing so, the rival to his family friend traced her fingertips lightly across the left side of his neck, the back, and finally, the right side. Then, leaning down slightly, she brought her mouth to his ear.

"But I gotta know what-what's your fantasy?" she sang sultrily into his ear.

Bianca lifted her leg high over Sean's lap, flashing enough thigh that he wondered if she had any panties on. Yelena certainly didn't. Then, bringing herself down onto his lap, Bianca managed to land perfectly without looking. She'd brought her body right up to the side of his cock that tented his dress pants. Finally, she waited for specific lyrics to begin her performance. That gave Sean time to admire her very low-cut, velvet mini-dress.

And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop
Keep the door locked don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop

Sean nearly jumped out of his skin as Bianca grabbed his hard-on with one hand while shoving her thinly-covered nipple at his lips on the whipped cream and cherries line. Taking a length and girth estimate with her hand, the girl that Sean should dislike purred "Nice" towards his ear, which also shoved her nipple past his lips.

"--in the public bathroom," Bianca picked back up the song. "Or in the back of a classroom."

Suddenly, the Sugarbee captain yanked her chest away from Sean, grabbed his head, and turned it to face Jasmine as she strutted over. In Sean's dazed state, he couldn't know that Jasmine's confident swagger was faked, as she didn't believe in her sexiness like her two friends. She started to dance suggestively, just out of Sean's reach.

"However you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon," Bianca rapped, sending shivers down Sean's spine at Jasmine and the implications.

Sean didn't know that Bianca wasn't offering up for sex, but in his mind, the Sugarbees were down for everything and anything. Out of nowhere--yet, really not unexpected based on the song--Sean felt Bianca's tongue lick down the length of one cheek, then up the other. All the while, her gyrations against his groin never ceased.

I wanna, lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'
Then I wanna, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy

"I wanna get you in the bathtub," Bianca resumed. Her palm flat, she ran it down his chest until it encircled his engorged member. "With the candles lit; you give it up 'til they go out."

Suddenly, Sean found his lap Bianca-less. Yelena had returned to it as the busty brunette moved to stand behind Sean.

Or red carpet dick could just roll out
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Running the train when it's hot or when cold out

If Sean had been in a daze before, his brain had now turned to mush. As fast as Yelena had resumed her spot on his lap, she was gone. Now replaced by Jasmine for the first time.

How 'bout in the library on top of books
But you can't be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud

With her breasts rubbing against the back of Sean's head, Bianca cursed Rosita and Tandy for skipping the charity ball for Milner's party. The pair were far better suited for this type of performance than Jasmine. Plus, their absence meant the girls needed to double up on their parts. This fact led Bianca to take a seat on Sean's lap so quickly.

"What's my name, what's my name, what's my name?" Bianca said, moving her finger back and forth in front of Sean's face.

Sauna, Jacuzzi in the back row at the movie
You can scratch my back and rule me
You can push me and just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets

Bianca executed a similar slam as Yelena had done early on the "pull out part." She also increased the heat in Sean's loins to volcanic by stating, "Never pull out of me."

If Sean had thought it couldn't get hotter, Bianca proved him so wrong by getting downright filthy.

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt
In the garden all in the dirt

During this barrage, Bianca slammed her tongue down Sean's throat. The toe-curling kiss caused him to lift them both off the chair slightly. Then, breaking off the passionate kiss, the busty brunette shoved his face into her cleavage, urging him to show them some love. During this sequence, Bianca never let up on her gripping and tugging of his rod. She only stopped to spin around, placing her back against his body.

What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help play my game, Dracula man I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my brains

With Bianca leaning forward, she bounced her ass up and down on his dick. Then, when she started twerking that toned piece of art, Sean swore he would blow. Yet, pride won. Fuck! Bianca and Whitney are so alike. No way am I cumming.

"Hey, Caterina! Happy Holidays!" Suzie Unser cheerfully wished, literally bouncing over to greet the cheer co-captain. She'd just left her good friend, Polly Gettinger.

Even without a reply, Suzie didn't take the hint. Instead, she stood next to Cat, following her glare toward the dance floor. Over there, the nerdy teenager saw a sight that shocked her. As the hook for "What's Your Fantasy?" played, the three Sugarbees licked Sean. Yelena and Jasmine did so on each of Sean's cheeks, while Bianca ran her tongue underneath Sean's raised chin, stopping only to kiss him passionately at the end.

"Wowie wow! The Sugarbees sure are--" Suzie started to say.

"Don't talk to me," Caterina hissed with steam seemingly pouring off her body.

After splashing water on his face, Finn stared at his reflection in the mirror. In a night filled with twists and turns, the last thirty minutes turned the temperature up in the ballroom. Not only had several Sugarbees from his school years basically dry-humped him on the dance floor, but Wanda and Simone had also replaced them by practically dry-fucking him.

If that hadn't been enough, Finn had an even stranger encounter on the way to the restroom.

"Oh, Finny! Such an incredible speech. I knew you had it in you," Mrs. Brass complimented, wrapping her former student in a tight embrace.

Although Mrs. Brass had seemed playful earlier in the evening, Finn sensed a different mood as the hug lingered far longer than could be considered acceptable. Eventually, the older woman broke off the hug. However, she stayed super close to him, with her very large breasts resting against the arm she held.

As his English teacher and newspaper advisor, Topaz Brass and Finn always had a warm, close relationship. And because of her current role as cheerleading coach and past days as a cheerleader, Topaz had extra connections to his mom, her friends, and the Strattons. So as Ludacris played in the background, with Mrs. Brass seemingly rubbing her big breasts against his arm slightly, old dirty fantasies about her from his teenage days sprang into his mind.

"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Brass. You've always been an inspiration for my public speaking."

"I'd tell you to call me Topaz, but something about how you call me Mrs. Brass sounds nice," Topaz remarked.

Finn's eyes shot up at the flirty tone and the obvious push of her tits into his arm. If his other head hadn't already been standing tall from the dancing, it would've shot up too.

"Um, okay. I, uh, really need to use the bathroom."

Topaz sighed as she hugged him again. And Finn nearly squealed as he felt her knee raise up to rub along his erection.

"I'd say I know the reason why, but that wouldn't be polite," Topza giggled, showing off the few drinks she'd consumed. "Wanda and Simone did a fine job."

"Uh, yeah."

Now, standing in the bathroom, Finn felt like an idiot for his reply. Also feeling embarrassed, he hoped that Mrs. Brass wouldn't be standing near the rear entrance to the ballroom when he re-entered.

"Why goodness gracious me! Look, GG, it's the man of the hour."

Finn came to a halt after exiting the restroom. Although the southern accent sounded familiar, the owner couldn't possibly be here. Then, turning around, he found her standing in front of him.

"F-Far-Farah! What are you--How on earth did you get here?" Finn stammered.

"And I thought a smart, sophisticated man such as yourself knew about an invention called the airplane," Farah Vesper teased, walking over to issue a loving embrace.

"Happy New Year, Finn," Georgina Lueck greeted from behind her friend.

"I...I can't believe it. Why are you here?" Finn continued to sputter as they separated.

"Why, Finley, isn't it clear as day?" Farah questioned, placing her hand over her heart. "We came here for you. This is a significant night for you and your family. I just had to be here for you."

"B-But Sweet Creek is halfway across the country. And you always talk about your parents' holiday--"

"Finn, when my parents learned about your mother's new foundation, they were so despondent that they couldn't be here. You know they think the world of you. So not only are they making a generous donation, they insisted I fly back to be here for you. And my missing one of their New Year's Eve extravaganzas pales in comparison to this wonderful cause."

"I-I'm touched, Farah. Oh, you too, Georgina," Finn added politely, yet his eyes only flickered away from the beautiful southern belle for a split second.

"Now, let's find a more suitable spot," Farah stated, sliding her arm under Finn's.

"Uh, I'd love to, but I'm pretty wiped out to do more dancing right now," Finn replied.

"Silly goose, I want to find us a table. You must fill me in on every detail about Cassandra's Story Society. And I do mean every single thing," Farah insisted, adding a chuckle.

Georgina held back for a second to allow the very agreeable Finn to escort her sorority sister to a table. As she watched them, the ginger shook her head at how easily Farah could work her magic on Finn. Maybe Farah's plan isn't as crazy as I thought. She might just manage to get a ring on her finger from Finn by graduation.