Cross Contamination

Cross Contamination Part 14: Learning to Say Yes

Cassie nervously tugged the long sleeve of her sweater a little further down, then crossed her arms uncomfortably as she walked into the school building.

She had scrubbed and scrubbed last night, but the permanent marker that Renee and the other cheerleaders had graffitied her pale skin with had just refused to come off completely. She had grown used to wearing more revealing clothes at Renee's suggestion, but today she had been forced to go completely the opposite direction. Luckily, none of the girls had doodled on her face, so covering herself from wrist to ankle would hopefully be effective at hiding her shame.

Some had crudely scrawled "clit flicker 5000" with an arrow pointing to her hand on her inner right wrist, though. Thus why she kept tugging anxiously at her sleeve. Her reputation was bad enough without anyone seeing that.

But even though Cassie had inspected herself carefully in the mirror that morning to be sure that absolutely none of the crude doodles and writing showed up, she still felt eyes following her as she made her way through the hallways of the school. Whispers and giggles seemed to spring up in her wake.

Cassie knew it was stupid, but some part of her brain insisted that somehow the entire senior class knew about what had happened in the girl's locker room yesterday. But there was no way that the cheerleaders would spread rumors about their own hazing rituals. They would get in trouble with the administration immediately.

Right?

Cassie saw Kelsey at her locker, looking almost as miserable and anxious as her, and began walking over, a faint smile growing on her lips. She and Kelsey were supposed to have met up after the initiation yesterday to celebrate Cassie's anticipated triumph. But, with the way things had gone, Cassie hadn't felt like celebrating and had just hurried home to shower and throw up whatever gross cocktail the cheerleaders had fed her instead. She hoped that Kelsey wasn't mad that Cassie had ghosted her.

But before Cassie could make it to Kelsey, she was beaten to the punch by the last person in the world she would have ever expected.

Bass Rivera, a massive senior jock with slicked-back hair, an honest-to-goodness mustache, and muscles so big that they couldn't even be hidden under his letter jacket, leaned on the locker next to Kelsey and began chatting her up, his eyes smoldering and his mouth pulling up into a smirk. Cassie was too far away to hear what he was saying, but if the rumors about Bass were true, it couldn't be anything good. He had allegedly been responsible for more than one pregnancy among the senior class. It was bizarre that he was talking to Kelsey at all. Cassie's best friend was very pretty, in a wallflower sort of way, but Bass tended to go for big-chested, popular blondes.

Kelsey wasn't brave enough to tell a scary guy like Bass to fuck off right to his face, but Cassie would have expected her to at least stammer out some excuse and escape. But instead, to Cassie's growing confusion, Kelsey licked her lips, and, although she had a frightened look in her eyes, joined the conversation. Cassie shook her head as she watched Bass slip a powerful arm over Kelsey's delicate shoulders. She hoped her friend knew what she was getting into.

Kelsey didn't make it to homeroom a few minutes later, and Cassie resigned herself to a lonely, nervous day with the feeling of the obscene messages on her skin burning beneath her clothes. Just when Cassie had settled in and closed her eyes for a second to calm herself, Renee slid into the chair next to her with a bright, chirpy, "Morning, Kissy!"

Cassie's eyes shot open, and her heart skipped a beat as she looked to her side, where Renee was shooting her a signature catlike grin. She was impeccably dressed as always, with a form-fitting grey sweater and a short tartan skirt that showed off her long, smooth legs. Very private schoolgirl, despite the fact that Riverside High had never had a uniform.

But Cassie couldn't let herself get distracted. She had to draw a hard line here. Renee had bent her yesterday, but she wasn't broken. She steeled herself for the confrontation and said calmly, "Good Morning Renee. Look, I don't want you to get the wrong impression from... what happened yesterday." Cassie blushed hotly as she remembered how Renee had brought her to begging, screaming orgasm. It was hard to hold her head high and be defiant after that, but she had to try. "I still don't want to be friends with you."

Renee just giggled, her dark eyes flashing with amusement. "Oh, Kissy, you're such a kidder! Are you really the type of girl who would let an enemy choose who pops her cherry?"

Shit. Now Cassie's blush deepened, and she was uncomfortably aware of the other seniors at the desks around them. But by now she knew better than to try to get Renee to stop saying embarrassing stuff. The embarrassment was Renee's objective. The easiest way to minimize the public spectacle was just to brush past it.

"No, I... That's irrelevant," said Cassie stiffly, unconsciously tugging down the sleeve of her sweater once again. "I just don't want you to act like we're best friends, Renee. You know we aren't."

Renee raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair and crossing one long, gorgeous leg over the other in a way that Cassie found massively distracting. "Do I know that, Kissy? Do I? Whatever. I'll keep it in mind. But I hope we can at least be cordial at practice tonight. I am the squad captain after all."

Shit.Cassie had forgotten in the heated struggle to fight back against Renee's tyranny and prove her worth that passing the cheerleader initiation meant that she was actually a member of the squad now. Meeting with the other cheerleaders after what they had done to her yesterday was a thought that made Cassie's stomach twist with anxiety and strange lust.

"Oh... I'm not actually feeling that well today, so..." said Cassie nervously, imagining putting on one of the cheerleader uniforms and exposing that much skin now that she had marker scrawled all over her.

"Nonsense," said Renee, with just a touch of iron in her voice. "The pep rally is tomorrow, Kissy! We need to whip our newest member into shape for her big debut!"

That didn't make Cassie feel any better, but by then the teacher was already calling the class's attention to the front of the room, and Renee had turned away with a smirk and a flip of her glossy raven hair. Cassie sighed, shook her head, and fitfully pulled down her sleeve once again. She should probably go. If she wanted to maintain her defiance, she had to stay on the team, and missing a vital practice would give Renee a perfect excuse to kick her out.

Besides, what was the worst that could happen? All the cheerleaders knew what was written on her body, and she could probably get away with practicing in street clothes for one day anyway.

...

Gina bowed low on her hands and knees, her eyes blazing and her stiff nipples scraping Victor's muscular onyx thighs as she extended her tongue to tease the tip of his big, thick, black cock.

The way he was grinning down at her while he lunged back in bed with his arms behind his head was pissing her off. To be fair, everything was pissing her off today, but she felt like Victor was being even more obnoxious than usual.

"What are you smirking at?" She grumbled before sealing her soft lips around the head of Victor's throbbing cock.

"Gigi, your body is a work of art," said Victor in a rumbling voice, giving her a slow wink. "Why wouldn't a man smile when he sees it, eager and bare for him?"

Gina's only response was to roll her eyes and slowly descend, stuffing more of Victor's python deep into her mouth. She was getting more and more used to deepthroating Victor's cock, but it was so fucking big that it felt like a challenge every time. She needed to warm herself up to it.

"You seem mad," said Victor with a raised eyebrow. "What's the matter? Trouble in paradise?"

Gina shot him a venomous glare as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and her tongue swirled around it. As usual, he had just hit infuriatingly close to home. Last night, after Gina had put a great deal of effort into a pleasant date night with her husband, Daren had fucked it all up by cumming in his hand like a fucking loser before even reaching her pussy. And considering the idiot had gotten himself into a blackmail situation that had his cock locked up by a girl his daughter's age most of the time, he had spoiled their one chance at a sexual reconnection.

"Well," said Victor with a satisfied sigh, wiggling his toes as he enjoyed the sensation of his sex kitten slowly sliding his cock down her tight throat, "At least you have a real man to run to when the wimp lets you down."

Ok, Gina had been content to let Victor run his mouth, but that was taking things a step too far. Especially when part of Gina's anger came from her own failings last night. The date was supposed to be about her and Daren, but somehow Victor had tempted and tricked her into a quicky in the restaurant bathroom. That didn't excuse Darren's eye-rolling failure, and couldn't have influenced it in any way, in fact, since Gina had been careful, but it still was a factor in her prickly annoyance today.

Gina rose, coughing a little before snapping in a cock-roughened voice, "Shut the fuck up, Victor. You know the only reason that I'm here is because of that stupid contract. Which is ending next week, by the way. I bet you thought I would forget about that, didn't you?"

Victor chuckled, his broad, muscular chest falling up and down with his mirth. Gina's eyes flicked down to his chest and abs for a second, then cursed herself for her wandering gaze. "So, the only reason you suck and fuck my cock is because you have to, huh?"

"That's right," lied Gina fiercely, absentmindedly popping Victor's cock back into her mouth and sucking it like a pacifier.

"And here I thought we were getting along better!" said Victor with mock-wistfulness. "You were finally learning to enjoy submission like a good girl. You must be a good fucking actress. I've heard about crying on command, but a wet pussy and stiff nips when you hate every second deep down... now that's real talent."

Gina didn't respond this time, instead pretending to get deeply absorbed in her blowjob, gliding her lips smoothly up and down Victor's huge cock. As much as she hated it, he had a point. Victor Cross was evil, but he was a dangerously sexy man. And he had successfully awoken a submissive streak in Gina that she hadn't realized she had. It felt good to just give in and accept his control. Which was exactly why Gina had to show a little resistance sometimes. If Victor knew how weak he made her feel, who knew what he would do to her?

Victor shook his head and mockingly clicked his tongue. "All of this anger and strife... and on the day that I finally arranged a job for you, too!"

Gina released Victor's cock from her mouth, coming up with an open-mouthed expression of delight, her sullen annoyance forgotten for the moment. "Wait... are you messing with me?" She asked cautiously, trying to adjust her expectations. It had been nerve-wracking and awkward for the past few weeks since she had been fired from her law firm. She still hadn't told Daren, and part of the reason for that was Victor's assurance that he would find her a new job using his connections, although in Gina's opinion, it seemed like he was dragging his feet on that.

"God's honest truth," said Victor gravely. "I found a job that matches your talents perfectly."

"What firm is it?" asked Gina excitedly. "It's not Martin and Goodwin, is it? Those guys are chumps. Well, never mind, actually I would take what I can get at this point, as long as it isn't some two-lawyer family law outfit." Gina realized she was babbling and shook her head, embarrassed by her own excitement. "Anyway," she finally said sheepishly, "What did you find? Who will I be working with?"

"Why, with me of course!" said Victor with a wide grin. "I want you to come work at Cross Advertising!"

Gina stared at him with narrowed eyes, then released his cock and pinched the bridge of her nose. She should have known that Victor would try to pull some crap like this.

"An in-house corporate lawyer?" she asked with a bitter twist of her mouth. She was under the impression that those jobs were mainly paperwork, and while she certainly had the experience necessary for a job like that, her main skill set was as a trial lawyer.Well... I guess it's better than unemployment. Once I let the rumors swirl and die down about why I left the old firm, maybe I can go out on the job hunt again.

"But wait," she added with a questioning eyebrow, "Didn't you just offer Xavier a position as your lawyer? Do you really need another on retainer?"

Victor shook his head, a hint of a grin playing on his lips. "I'm afraid that there's been a bit of a misunderstanding, Gigi," he said, his tone much more serious than his face. "I have all the lawyers I need... but the position of my personal assistant has just opened up. I think you would be just perfect for the role."

Gina tilted her head in confusion. For a moment, she couldn't even understand what he was saying. But after a few silent seconds, Victor's meaning finally sank in, and with it came a tidal wave of rage.

"Victor Cross," she finally managed to say in a small, tight voice, "That's not a very funny joke."

Victor shrugged, his cocky, self-important smile not shifting an inch as he observed her anger. "It isn't a joke at all, actually. Like I said, I think you would be absolutely perfect for the job."

Gina rose from the bed, white-faced with rage, and began snatching her clothes from where they had been scattered over the ground.

"What's the matter, Gigi? Leaving so soon?" Asked Victor, turning over to his side with his head propped up on his elbow to face her, his thick cock still stiff as iron and dripping with her saliva.

Gina flashed him a look of pure hate, untainted by arousal at this particular moment. He had really caught her on the wrong day for this bullshit. "If all you were planning on doing was jerking me around with this stupid game, the least you could have done is get it out of the way on the day that I got fired," she snapped, "instead of making me think you were really job hunting for me."

Victor chuckled richly and gestured down to his cock, "I kept you busy, didn't I? If it makes you feel better, we can backdate your first check and claim that all of our mid-day rendezvous were 'consulting sessions'."

"See there it is," said Gina furiously, pointing an accusing finger at Victor. "You don't even care if I would be a good secretary or not, do you? You just want to turn me into your slutty public office pet. Well, I have news for you, Victor."

She marched up and got right in Victor's face, "I went to school for seven fucking years to become a lawyer. And I'm a damn good one. It's fun to submit to you in bed. I can admit that. But I'm not going to blow up my entire career because humiliating me gets you hard."

"But didn't you do that already?" asked Victor innocently. "That's why you got fired at your last job."

The only thing that Gina could do was make an inarticulate sound of pure rage, turning her back on him and leaving the room, her middle finger raised high over her shoulder.

"Goodbye, Gigi. I'll see you soon," called Victor after her, but she didn't pause or look back. Victor had really crossed the line this time.

And now she was going to have to frantically begin the job search in earnest, a step behind thanks to Victor's antics.

...

Cassie wasn't positive what to expect when she entered the gym for cheerleading practice that afternoon. In theory, hazing, for all its faults, was supposed to bring people together. A symbolic act of bullying that brought someone into the fold. So Cassie was hopeful that the rest of the squad would now be more open and welcoming.

She was almost immediately let down. She skipped the locker room on the way into the gym today. She intended to insist on wearing her regular clothes for reasons the rest of the girls should be well familiar with. As she entered the gym, Cassie could feel the atmosphere change almost immediately. It was just like when she had entered the school early, except now Cassie was absolutely certain what the other girls were whispering and snickering over.

Still, she held her head high as she crossed the gym to the group of giggling cheerleaders eyeing her and stood defiantly in front of Renee.

The gorgeous cheer captain looked her up and down slowly, her eyebrow raised. "No uniform today, I see," she commented mildly.

"I think that the team has seen quite enough of what's under my clothes for the time being," said Cassie with a matching tone of cool detachment. "I didn't think you would force me to wear a uniform today, considering the mistake you all made with the markers.

Renee snorted with amusement. "Maybe I won't force you to wear your uniform... But she might." Renee nodded over Cassie's shoulder, and Cassie turned to see a woman entering the gym, wearing tight leggings and a form-fitting zip-up hoodie.

Cassie had never seen her before. The stranger looked like she was somewhere between thirty and forty, but it was honestly kind of hard to tell. She had had enough plastic surgery that she could have been fifty as far as Cassie knew. It wasn't bad plastic surgery by any means, but it did give her a somewhat plastic and artificial look. And, while Cassie was no expert, she thought the new arrival's body had had some work done as well. Breasts were rarely that big and round naturally, and it was odd to see a butt that big and wide beneath such a slim waist.

"So nice to meet you all!" cooed the woman in a high-pitched voice, clapping her hands together and flashing them a wide, blindingly white smile. "I was asked if I would come in and help coach the team for the rest of the season. You all might know me better as Ms. Fontaine or Melissa's mom, but you can all call me Coach Dee Dee during practice, kay?"

Cassie wasn't sure what to make of the strange, artificial-looking woman. Up until this point, she was pretty sure the coach was supposed to be Miss Chambers, but she never came to practice. Cassie had started to become convinced that the coach position was simply a formality, since Renee ran the squad with an iron fist.

Cassie's thoughts were interrupted by Dee Dee's finger stabbing out toward her, and a sudden sharp exclamation of "You! Step forward."

Cassie wasn't all that pleased with the stranger's tone, but, with a look around at the other grinning girls, she stepped forward awkwardly, separating herself from the pack.

"What's your name, honey?" asked the new coach, her hazel eyes piercing straight into Cassie's soul.

"Cassie," she said, trying to sound confident despite being singled out like this in front of the hostile crowd. "Cassie Harlowe."

For some reason, a smirk twisted Dee Dee's lips. "Pleasure to meet you, sweetie... now explain to me why you're disrespecting your teammates."

The words were said in such a sugary sweet voice that Cassie had difficulty piecing together what the new Coach even meant. She tilted her head and said, "Excuse me, I'm not sure exactly..."

"Imean," said Dee sharply, bulldozing over top of her, "That everyone else came today ready to practice. And yet here you are in your street clothes, wasting everyone's time. It's a disgrace!"

Cassie grimaced. She hadn't thought she would have to explain her situation to someone who wasn't involved. But surely, as a responsible adult, Ms. Fontaine would understand if Cassie explained it to her privately. "Coach, if I could just have a quick word with you," she said in an undertone.