That Damn Dame

"Stop staring at me."

The owner of the light-green pair of eyes merely smirked as she continued her staring. Conversations carried on around the two women.

"Fine. I'm leaving then." An exasperated Polly started to stand up yet froze at the words from the gazer.

"You intrigue me," Lana stated. That simple statement said, in all-honesty, caused those that knew the redhead well to look over in shock. The number of people that intrigued Lana wouldn't use up all her fingers if she had to count them.

"Huh?" the usually shy girl responded.

"For years, you've come across as this pure, wholesome, and innocent girl. One of those band geeks that aren't very interesting. You were practically the definition of a goody-goody."

"I am good!"

"Leave Polly alone," Finn ordered softly. Always protective of his younger cousin, he didn't want Lana to start teasing Polly like she did with Sean.

"It's your fault, ya know," his ex-girlfriend countered, shifting her attention to him. "If you had answered my question, then I wouldn't have started to wonder about sweet, little Polly's kinky side."

"Knock it off, Lan," Peyton commanded, making eye contact with Finn. They knew the best way to nip one of Lana's ideas in the bud was by working as a team.

"Ooh! You can fill in as a substitute for Finny," Lana clapped as the new idea hit her. "Just go upstairs, kiss your brother, and give me a review. I truly want to know if it feels yucky or forbiddenly hot. I'm suddenly very intrigued by visions of hot, taboo action."

"Gawd, you're really sick sometimes," Finn groaned.

"I'm not kissing my brother!" Peyton squealed.

JoJo and Newt shot each other horrified faces at the thought of Sean getting ambushed for a kiss by his older sister. Sitting next to Peyton, the strong, stocky Jared attempted to make himself as small as possible as memories of Lana's teasing came roaring back. As her mom's best friend's son, Jared frequently sighed with relief that he didn't live close to the Strattons. The occasional trips to visit their family and vice versa were **** enough when Lana grew bored.

"Not up for another first tonight? You people are so boring," the redhead pouted. Crossing her arms under her bust, Lana scanned the tub's occupants. A small smirk appeared as she noticed Jared brace himself. Plenty of time to play with big Jar Jar. Hmm, Skye brings an idea to mind, but I'll save that for a few more minutes. JoJo and Newt are out. Ramsey is off-limits, or my school break will be spent with Lace stomping around the house. I guess that leaves Polly for now.

"Can't you leave her alone?" Finn challenged, noticing his old friend's attention had returned to his cousin.

"Whitney," Lana suddenly announced, standing up. Slowly wading forward, she added a formal tone to her voice. "Three years ago, I took you under my wing as my apprentice. Difficult trials were assigned, which you passed with ease, often setting records. You've made me proud. However, it's time for you to become a woman officially."

"I think that happened a few years ago," a tipsy Ramsey commented.

"Silence!" Lana roared, swinging her head to glare at the strawberry blonde. "Don't mock the solemn damehood induction ceremony."

"Oh, gawd," Peyton groaned in embarrassment.

"Whitney, uh...crap, I forgot your middle name," Lana muttered. "Whatever. Whitney Diamond, I officially proclaim you Dame Whitney of the Order of Lana."

"Yep, she's actually doing this," Finn remarked across the water at Peyton.

The redhead leaned forward, kissing each of the blonde's cheeks. Fighting back a giggle at the ridiculous ceremony, JoJo abruptly stopped as Lana and Whitney shared a deep, tongue-filled passionate kiss.

"Whoa," Jared uttered, watching the two buxom beauties make out.

The reactions around the tub varied. Ramsey frowned at the attention-seeking behavior of the two young women. Next to her, Newt alternated between watching the dream duo and glancing down to make sure that his erection wasn't visible. Seated on the other side of the kiss, JoJo attempted to move away, but Skye had slowly leaned forward to catch a better view. At the other end, Polly studied the ceiling fan while her cousin and Peyton communicated without words.

"You need to do something," Finn motioned.

"Me?" Peyton mouthed back. Gesturing at Polly, she made it clear that he should've answered Lana's cousin.

"This isn't my fault," Finn's face all but screamed.

"I didn't say that," Peyton protested with her hands.

"She needs a distraction," Finn waved.

"She needs a man," Peyton declared, folding her arms.

"I suppose," her male BFF shrugged.

"It's rude to talk about people behind their back, ya know," Lana interrupted. Standing in front of a gasping Whitney, the redhead glared at her two best friends.

"Uh, nobody was talking," Jared pointed out, getting nods around the tub.

"They might not have been speaking out loud, but they were talking about me. I know," Lana stated with certainty.

"Are you done with your fake ceremony?" Peyton shot back.

"It's not fake! It's spur-of-the-moment." Taking several steps forward, Lana spun around and gave a deep bow. "Go forward, Dame Whitney. Enchant men around the world. Outduel the lesser ladies. Encourage lust among all. Spread your sexual knowledge to those less fortunate. Take an apprentice to educate. And--above all other rules--be memorable."

"Thank you, Master Stratton," Whitney responded, standing up before issuing her own slight bow. "I'll make you proud."

Skye started clapping, nudging a wary JoJo to join in. Worried as always about Whitney's wrath, Newt softly joined in. Jared added a whistle. On the other end of the spectrum, Polly turned to stare out the window to her side while Ramsey, Peyton, and Finn shook their heads.

"That was so cool!" Skye gushed. "Is this order for real?"

"No, it's a bunch of bullshit that some other cheerleaders passed onto her," Peyton grouched.

"It's not bullshit," Lana replied, sending a dirty look at her female best friend. "You're just bitter that you were too uptight to get asked."

"No, I'm not," the blonde laughed. "Tuesday could barely keep a straight face when she 'took you under her wing.' And Priscilla did laugh in your face about this whole order of hot girls."

"The Order of Lana is real!"

"How can it be named after you if you didn't make most of it up?" Peyton rolled her eyes.

"Each girl that passes the trials starts her own order. You wouldn't understand that, Miss Uptight."

"Wait, so it's now The Order of Whitney?" the blonde with that name inquired in surprise.

"You're supposed to be helping me here!" the redhead shrieked over her shoulder.

"Maybe we should get Lacey down here," Ramsey suggested. "If she can stop laughing, she'll expose you two."

"Zip it, Swift!" Lana jabbed her finger at her sister's other BFF.

"Ooh! Ramsey, you should do a newspaper investigation about The Order of Lana," Peyton squealed with laughter.

"Totally!" Jared agreed, slapping the water with his hand.

"Don't you start, Jar Jar. You know what I can do to you," Lana threatened.

"If you need an anonymous source, ask me. I have plenty of insider information about this Secret Society of Super-Vixens," Finn stage whispered, causing more chuckles. "I have proof."

"That's it! Fuck all of you," Lana growled, still standing in the middle of the hot tub and placing her hands on her hips. "Just watch and see how I improve my newest apprentice's life."

The laughter died out as everyone wondered what the redhead had up her non-existent sleeve. Turning slightly, Lana faced the one person not watching her.

"I--Lana Stratton--officially proclaim Polly Gettinger as the third apprentice of The Order of Lana."

"What?!" Polly squeaked, turning around in horror.

"Third apprentice?" Peyton mouthed at Finn. Having no clue either, he shrugged.

"You can't be serious!" the shy girl squealed.

"Granted, you're not a cheerleader, but that's not a requirement, even if it's the usual recruiting pool. Exceptions have been made in the past," Lana said more to herself.

"I don't want this."

"You don't have a choice."

"Yes, you have a choice, Polly," Finn said. "Leave her be, Lan. She's not into your weird shit, and you can't make her go along."

"Wanna bet?" His ex-girlfriend challenged with a smirk. "Let's see what her mom says. Auntie Sybil seems like she'd be all about my mentoring her duckling."

Any confidence in Finn crumbled at the mention of his aunt. She and Lana always seemed like two peas in a pod when it came to men. Turning to look at his terrified cousin, he started, "Crap, I'm sorry, Pol, I think she might have us beat. I'll try..."Finn trailed off as a potential savior popped into his head. "Don't worry, Lana can't make you do anything."

"Oh, you think so?" Lana questioned, loving the challenge.

"I know so." The confidence that Finn oozed caused Lana to pause. "All I need to do is go upstairs. Your mom won't allow you to **** Polly."

"He's got you there," Peyton agreed. Next to her, Jared shrugged in agreement. If Sarah could talk his mother down from a few of her crazy ideas, then Lana didn't stand a chance. Out of the corner of Lana's eye, she saw Ramsey nod.

"Well, see!" the redhead put on a tough act, but Lana knew that Finn had likely checkmated her. And that's why you got me as your girlfriend.

"Well, I don't care for all this fighting, but this was very cool," Skye chimed in again, hoping to lighten the mood. "We should take a picture to remember this moment."

"I knew I liked you!" Lana exclaimed.

"C'mon," Whitney motioned to her mentor. Realizing that there wouldn't be enough room, she sought to take care of two bits of business. "Oops, sorry, Newt. You better move closer to Rammy."

Newt followed her direction to make room for the picturing talking. Still, he felt in his gut that the thin smile on her lips had to do with him, not Lana.

Of course, the redhead had to steal the show by plopping herself down sideways on Whitney's lap. Wrapping her arm around the younger girl next, Lana preened for the camera that hadn't appeared yet. Searching around, Skye and Lana realized at the same time where it'd been left.

"Pey, my dearest friend, could you be so kind as to help out?"

Following her BFF's finger, Peyton saw Skye's camera sitting behind Lana's former seat on the deck. Sighing at getting roped into helping her friend as always, the blonde waded over and grabbed it. Moving toward the center of the tub, she saw the light bulb go off in Lana's head and braced for whatever new idea raced toward her mouth.

"Ooh-ooh! Let's get Skye into this first one, and we can post it with those other pics," the attention-lover suggested. "Sound good?"

Skye nodded in delight while Whitney chuckled at something that Kaitlin told Cat that she'd overheard. Let's spread some more rumors about this secret society of hot girls around the school. As Lana slid off her lap, Whitney started to move to the side.

"No, no, it's your cabin. You should be in the middle," Lana told her.

While the trio of show-stealers arranged themselves, Peyton swiped the cell phone to open. Not locked as she expected, the blonde instead saw the last item that Lana had brought up. Familiar with the phone's style and brand, Peyton started to close the screen before realizing what was on it. Curiosity got the better of her, and she hit play.

With the trio teasingly asking the guys in the room if they looked okay, Peyton could barely hear the voices with the phone's volume turned low. But what little she heard and the plenty she saw shocked her.

The video showed Whitney firmly kneading Skye's perfect pair of large C-cup breasts over the same bikini that she now wore in the hot tub. The social media model loudly moaned when the teenager's tongue left her mouth, kissing its way down along her neck.

"Gawd, doesn't she have fucking awesome tits, Seanie?" Whitney huskily asked as she freed the perfect breasts by pulling down the cute, blue and white checkered top. For her part, Skye stared at the camera with blazing, lust-filled eyes.

"What the hell is this?" Peyton demanded, glancing over the camera at Whitney and Skye. She knew they'd mentioned something about taking pictures at the hot springs with Sean, but this was beyond anything she'd imagined.

"Huh? Oh, that's the video I didn't watch yet...what's...let me see!" Knowing the differences between Peyton's I-want-to-act-shocked face and her actual shocked face, Lana dashed forward.

"Uh-oh" and "Oh, crap" sounded from Whitney and Skye.

Lana reached Peyton and the phone in time to witness Whitney's hand entering Skye's bikini bottoms. Both young women could tell what Whitney's finger's started to do underneath the swimsuit bottoms. When Whitney pinched one of Skye's nipples, eliciting a squeal, Lana realized how low the volume bar was set.

"Turn it up," the redhead demanded.

"I'm not turning it up," the blonde shot down.

"T-Take it ou-out," video Skye stammered, her body trembling at the ministrations of Whitney.

Peyton didn't know what the brunette meant, but Lana did. The usually unshakeable redhead's eyes bugged out.

"Show us your cock, Seanie; show us that big, fat cock," video Whitney ordered with a raspy quiet voice on the phone.

Lana's eyes shot to meet Peyton's before they both looked back down at the screen.

"Hurry!" video Whitney moaned again after she and Skye watched for several seconds.

Peyton and Lana imagined what might be happening unseen on the video. The former feeling shook to the core that her little brother was involved in something like this. While her BFF next to her grew a new appreciation for the boy who'd crushed hard on her.

"What the hell is going on here?" a voice on the video demanded, causing both video watchers to jump. Freaked out, Peyton dropped the phone into the warm water.

"What the hell?" Jared questioned. As the closest person to the phone from behind, he'd made out some images and words.

Having heard the story from Sean, JoJo blushed at the memory of Owen pounding Whitney from behind in the garage while looking at the pictures.

"Oh, gawd! I dropped your phone into the water!" Peyton screamed. "I'm so sorry!"

"Calm down; it's okay. My phone is waterproof," Skye assured the blonde, whose hands reached down to find the phone.

Lana stood silently, her mind swirling with the video images and what she imagined happened off-camera. Wasting little time, she moved forward with a purpose in each step. the well-endowed redhead stopped in front of Whitney and Skye. "Normally, I taste a person from a kiss first, but with you, I had a different first."

Skye blushed as the memory from earlier in the day rushed back to her. Thinking back to when Lana tasted her juices on Whitney's lips and told her she tasted delicious sent heatwaves throughout her body. Concerned about Fred's son hearing about her earlier dalliance, Skye's flickered over to Finn as she hoped that Lana wouldn't say more.

Skye needn't have worried as Lana was already in the process of pulling the brunette's head towards hers. The redhead's lips attacked hers. This wasn't the gentle version of Lana that Peyton experienced earlier; this was the horny, wicked version of Lana. The side that wanted to kiss all over Fred Singer's girlfriend's body and do it in front of his son. Skye struggled to maintain her control, well-aware of Finn's presence. Her willpower slowly crumbled as Lana's tongue explored her mouth, one hand in her blonde-highlighted brown hair and the other caressing her waist.

Breaking off the kiss, Lana's mouth moved down to the older woman's neckline. Licking, kissing and sucking on it caused louder moans increasingly from Skye. Nibbling on the earlobe in front of her, Lana next moved her mouth to the ear above. "I'm so tasting your kitty-kat before this night ends." She accented her words by squeezing the brunette's breast.

Only JoJo, on that side of Skye, had been able to hear Lana's words, and her mouth dropped open. She knew Lana had a reputation for being wild, but hearing her say that in-person had her squirming on the bench.

"Naughty...girl...aren't you," Skye breathed out between pants.

"You have no idea. You tasted my little protégé's pussy before I did," Lana continued to whisper. "I'm going to make you scream for that."

Jared shifted uncomfortably. He's had some crazy experiences, even a threesome, but he felt like he was watching the start of a porn video right before his eyes. With her front-row seat to the show, JoJo recalled all the lesbian and threesome porn that she'd watched late at night in her bedroom.

Lana's hand stopped groping Skye's breast, moving to hold her arm out. She turned her head to look at Whitney, and mouthed "Come here." Lost in lust at what she had been watching, the teenage blonde slithered forward. Once close enough, Lana put her arm around Whitney's neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Moans came from the two kissing girls and Skye, who watched the two buxom beauties swap spit.

One person moaned inside her head, not from lust but in embarrassment. JoJo sat there with Lana, practically falling onto her lap. And when Lana broke off the kiss and pushed Skye's head toward Whitney's, JoJo had another view less than two feet away. The brunette felt as awkward as she had ever been, and that was saying a lot considering her body image issues.

With Skye leaning forward at Lana's urging to kiss Whitney, Jared had a perfect view of the wannabe model's amazing ass as he'd moved to occupy Skye's abandoned seat. He held in the urge to reach out and grab those perfect cheeks. As if reading his mind, another pair of hands did just that. Lana squeezed her new plaything's butt, giving one cheek a hard slap, before shocking Skye, Jared, and one more person.

"Fuck me!" Peyton exclaimed as she leaned into Jared, seeing Lana's finger sliding under Skye's white and blue checkered bikini bottom. The way her body clenched and the moan she unleashed into Whitney's mouth made it clear to both watchers that Lana's finger entered a hole it should not be in, considering who she dated.

Always aware of the consequences of her best friend's actions, Peyton leaned further over Jared's legs, almost onto JoJo's lap, and slapped Lana in the side. It took three forceful slaps until Lana turned with an annoyed look. "What?"

"Don't what me! What are you doing? Finn's right there!" Peyton yelled at her friend.

Lana turned her body more to look at her friend and ex-boyfriend, who watched motionlessly in shock. "Finny, get over here and help. Time for you to sample your future step-mommy's assets."

"What? Have you lost your mind?" Finn roared at her suggestion. Next to him, Polly nearly fainted, falling onto Ramsey's shoulder.

"Wh-what?" Skye stuttered out, breaking off her kiss from Whitney. "Ohmigawd! No, no, no. I can't do this."

Whitney fell back onto JoJo's lap, nearly hitting Peyton's arm, as Skye shot up. Lana tumbled back into the water.

"Finn, I'm...I-I need to go. I'm so sorry!" Skye sobbed, climbing onto the deck, grabbing her robe, and putting it on. Not even bothering to tie the belt on her now wet robe, Skye fled out the door.

"Way to go, Lana," Peyton told her best friend as her head came back up out of the water. "Are you okay, Finn?"

"But we were having so much fun," Whitney whined until she realized she was sitting on JoJo's lap. "Oh, JoJo, my hero. You deserve a big thank you kiss."

"Hey, we didn't get our picture!" Lana screamed toward the door before gurgling as Peyton splashed water at her face.