Jordan is suspicious

Tanya was wrong. Jordan didn't call.

She swallowed down a gallon or so of Matt's cum then sat up just as a searchlight hit the car.

"Shit." Matt shoved his dick back into his jeans and yanked up the zipper narrowly missing slicing his cock in half.

"Guess I was wrong," she admitted. "I thought he'd call."

The searchlight was one of those add-ons attached to the side of a massive black pickup truck. One of those monsters that Matt had always associated with compensating for something.

Well, this was on Matt. He should have told Tanya to keep driving but he'd listened to his dick instead of common sense. So he put on his best swagger and got himself over to Jordan's truck.

"Hey Jordan. Tanya and I were talking about your streaming."

"I'll bet that's what you were talking about."

He put on his best attempt at looking mystified. "Huh?"

"You think I don't know what you were doing here, parked out on lovers' lane?"

"Lovers' lane? Oh... oh. You think... oh, wow. I'm flattered."

"What the hell are you talking about."

"Look at Tanya, Jordan. Then look at me. I mean, I'm okay but really, I don't play in that league."

"Yeah, sure."

"Seriously."

"Look, creep. I know you don't have the looks and I know you don't have the muscle and I know you don't have any money, but somehow you came into the school and cast this hypnotism thing on the girls and they all think you're some kind of special." Jordan gave Matt a shove. "But I don't think you're special and when you come to school tomorrow with two black eyes and maybe a couple of broken ribs, I'm guessing some of those girls you have hypnotized will see through your bullshit."

"What Tanya and I were doing was thinking about new gimics for the show." Matt was backing away and talking fast. "The way Tanya figured it, we need more competition between guys which means that Reggie has to have his own Cherry-smash contest."

"Huh?" Jordan stopped suddenly. "But I'm Reggie."

"Yeah, I know." Although sometimes he acted more like Moose... other than that the Moose in the comics was actually a decent guy. "Tanya figured we'd use your looks and popularity to bring in a new group of girls and have a Cherry-smash for you."

"Yeah? But--you've got girls who almost hit the limit already. No way I'd be able to catch you."

"So? Who cares about catching me. We're talkimg about taking a girl's cherry on live stream."

"Yeah, I could do that."

"The thing is, Tanya wasn't sure you'd go for it because the two of you were together. She knows you'd feel awkward about, you know, being with other girls. Now I told her it was just streaming... just entertainment and that you'd understand that but she wasn't so sure."

"I know how you feel about being faithful." Tanya had walked up beside him.

Matt checked her out with a side glance. She looked perfect... as always. She certainly didn't look like a girl who'd just swallowed a load.

"I told him I didn't think you'd go for the deal even though it could offer a nice competitive boost to the show."

"Yeah, I get that." Jordan was backpedaling now. "Well, you know, for the show and all. I mean, actors."

"That's what I told her," Matt said. "We're all just actors here, playing our parts. I mean, it's not like we're actual characters from some ancient comic strip or anything."

"Yeah, of course not."

"The thing is," Matt continued, "we'd want a different group of girls. Like you said, I'm pretty far along with my group. So, it wouldn't be fair to you to have to compete for them. I mean, yeah you could beat me in the hundred yard dash but not if I got to start on the 90 yard line."

"That makes sense."

Tanya put her hands together. "Surely that wouldn't be a problem for Jordan. I mean, he's captain of the football team. I'm sure lots of girls would line up. No offense, Matt but look how many girls were willing to give it up for you."

"I could get twice as many," Jordan bragged.

"Well, we don't need that many. But if you could line up four or five that would be great," Matt said. "We really don't have the slots for more and really, would it be fair to invite in a bunch of girls that don't have a chance? It would just be mean to them. But if you could get four or five real hotties, we could have them show off their stuff and get a real contest going."

"Yeah, I can see that." It was pretty obvious Jordan was no longer thinking about smashing in Matt's face. Instead, he was thinking about finding four or five sexy virgins and fucking them... with Tanya's permission. Matt didn't like Jordan but he could certainly empathize with that feeling.

"If we're going to put it together," Tanya said, "we've got to tear up our schedule and start promoting the next big thing... no pun intended, Jordan. How long do you think before you have your list of girls ready to go?"

"Shouldn't take long," Jordan bragged. "I am the captain of the football team."

"Great. Let Matt and me get to work, then. Call either of us once you've got your list and, hopefully some photos. We can start promoting."

"Cool. You know, I really thought..." Jordan shook his head. "I suppose I should beat the shit out of you on general principle but I guess that would be sort of self-defeating."

Self-defeating. Those were some bigger words than he'd expected to hear from Jordan.

"Of course, finding virgins isn't easy," Jordan concluded. "'Cause I already popped most of the school then handed the remains over to my homies."

Matt suspected Jordan was trying to sound like someone from the ghetto with that 'homies' talk. He was tempted to let Jordan know how far he was from the ghetto and how long he'd last if he went into L.A. with that kind of patronizing appropriation but decided he'd quit while he was ahead.

"Well, it was just an idea," he said. "I mean, if you can't do it, you can't--"

"I said I'll do it, damn it," Jordan interrupted. "It's just that I've banged so many I'll have to lower my standards."

"You're so brave, baby," Tanya said without any hint of irony... at least without any that Jordan caught. Matt wasn't so sure.