This choice: Possess Sydney to change her mind • Go Back...Chapter #19Forced Recruitment by: Seuzz   "Couldn't talk her into it, huh?" Yumi-you says as your other girls come shuffling out of Panera.
"Shut up, Yumi," Eva-you mutters. "No one likes a gloater."
"Oh, we'll talk her into it," Jessica-you says as you unlock the minivan with the remote. "We've got ways."
"But—"
"We had ways of talking you into going along."
Yumi-you wilts. "You would have to bring that up." She clambers into the back with Lin-you as Jessica-you gets behind the wheel with Eva-you sitting beside her.
"Cheer up, Yumi," Lin-you says, and brushes a stray strand of hair from the girl's face. "You don't really think any different than the rest of us."
"No, but—"
"But it's more fun this way. You know what else is more fun?"
Lin-you throws a knee over your other lap and locks mouths. Yumi-you squirms and tries to pull away, but Lin-you is insistent. As tongues work, you pump more of yourself from Lin-you into Yumi-you, not because she is resisting your control, but it's hot to wrestle Yumi-you into submission from both inside and outside. Yumi-you sags and sighs, and when Lin-you pulls back, you say, "Who told you to stop?"
From the front seat, Eva-you watches as Lin-you unbuttons the front of Yumi-you's short-shorts and puts her hand inside them. She grins at her sister. "Marc would love to be back there in the middle of that," she says as Yumi-you groans loudly and deeply.
"I'd love to be back there in the middle of that," Jessica-you retorts. "But no, I'm stuck driving."
* * * * *
Marc-you bounces a soccer ball off your forehead, then catches it in in the crook of your foot and knees it back up. "Come on, Cindy," you plead with her. "I'm trying to cheer you up here."
Cindy-you looks up from your cell phone with a wan expression. The Saturday afternoon sun reflects off the nearby river in a cascade of shimmering lines. The humidity of the day boils off Potsdam Park, which runs like a green ribbon next to the slow-flowing river.
"I'm sorry, Marc," Cindy-you sighs. "I'm just distracted."
"I'm distracted too. Oh, God, Lin sure knows how to use her tongue!"
"It's not that. Well, not entirely that. I am thinking about Yumi."
"I am too." Marc-you thrusts out your hips and tries to bounce the ball off your erection. You grimace when you miss, and scoop up the ball again with the side of your foot.
"You know, you've got a girlfriend, Marc."
"I'm gonna have a dozen girlfriends," Marc-you retorts, "before it's time to look around and think about where to go next. Is that what you're thinking about?"
"No."
"Because you should. Seth dumping your ass was the best thing that could'a happened to us."
"I could have gotten him for us," Cindy-you replies. Meaningfully, you scrape a bit of skin off your tongue.
"So you could'a gotten Seth for us. Fucking whoop. There's half a dozen other girls on the squad that can get him. Without Seth holding you down, there's a whole fucking school of pussy-starved fucks you can get for us." Marc-you grins at Cindy-you. "Once you start holding auditions for—"
"If, Marc," Cindy-you corrects your other body. "If that's the way we're going to go. It's not settled yet. Is it?"
Marc-you bounces the soccer ball off a shoulder with a shrug. "You know as well as me. We're talkin' it out, right? One of us has to argue the pro–Pimp-Cindy-Out side of the argument."
"And I have to be the one arguing the 'anti'!" Cindy-you retorts. "Christ, Marc, do you have to be so disgusting?"
"No, but I like it. You like it too. Screamer. If I could be sure Hannah was gonna be another fifteen minutes late getting here to meet us—"
"I can't believe she lets you out without a leash. After the way you fucked things up with her by going out with Kendra that time.
"It was worth it. Kendra. Nngh!"
"Why aren't we pimping you out to recruit Hannah?"
"'Cos I can milk her for free. If she starts getting weird with me, then we'll think about converting her." Marc you pinches his fingers together and grins. "But you said you were thinking about Yumi."
"Yes. Did you know Dana Pak is her cousin?"
"No! Really? Who the fuck is Dana Pak?"
"Don't be a goofball. Yumi should go see her, find out what she knows is going on with David Johnson."
"Agreed. But right now?"
Cindy-you and Marc-you both gulp as Yumi-you climaxes. "Maybe tomorrow," Cindy-you mutters, and wipes away a film of sweat.
* * * * *
Sydney McGlynn's eyebrows rise and peak when she sees who has come to visit. She smiles, but it's a cool smile that doesn't connect with her eyes.
"Hey, Sydney," Kendra-you gushes at her. Behind her, Gloria-you and Maria-you also smile at your recruit-to-be. "Sorry for dropping in like this. But we wanted to talk to you."
"What about?" she asks, as though the Westside cheerleader uniforms—crimson and gold—aren't a clue.
"Can we come in?"
Sydney hesitates, then draws back to let you inside. With three pairs of eyes you glance around the foyer and the living room. It's a nice house north of town, on the very edge of the countryside, where the really rich folk like build. Envy sprouts a couple of your breasts as you study the ivory-colored walls that rise to a two-storied ceiling that vaults overhead. Floating high in the belfry-like entryway is a stained glass window.
"This is kind of a surprise," Sydney says as she shuts the door. "Um, I was talking to Eva and Jessica ... Garner? Um, earlier today, and—"
"What did they tell you?" Gloria-you asks in a sharp tone.
Sydney opens her mouth to reply, but just then a man walks in. He's got longish, dirty-blonde hair and a beard, and he's barefoot in his old Levis. An older brother? A much-older brother? Sydney grimaces at him and says, "We should go back to my room." Then she hesitates and says, "This is Nicholas," in a way that might be an introduction or might be a warning. "Friends from school," she mutters at him.
He chucks his chin at your trio, and stares. As you follow Sydney down a long, curving hallway, Gloria-you casts a long stare back at him. His eyes gleam.
"Is that your brother?" Kendra-you asks.
"My mother's new husband."
Her bedroom is at the top of a short flight of stairs, and seems to have a wing of the house all to itself. It's large and airy, with tall windows looking out onto a nearby wilderness woodland. Sydney leans against the sill with her arms folded, and after Maria-you has closed the door she smiles tightly and says, "Are you another recruiting committee."
Your three girls exchange a glance and a titter. "You could say that," Gloria-you smirk.
"Well, I was saying I just got through with Eva and Jessica and some of their friends—"
"Oh, we're not asking you to join the cheerleading squad," Kendra-you assures Sydney.
"We're telling you that you're going to," Gloria-you growls.
Sydney holds your eye, then rolls her. "Yeah, like how?"
"Gloria misspoke," Kendra-you says. You advance on Sydney and lay a hand on her shoulder. She squirms under it. "That wasn't a threat. We don't threaten, Sydney. We make predictions. And we predict that—"
"Look, I've got things I have to do," Sydney says, and pushes you away. She strides toward the door. "So if you don't mind—"
She's put herself in the middle of your trio, and instantly you close it up around her. She catches her breath as your three girls grab and hold her.
"You haven't got a choice, Sydney," Kendra-you says.
"You're joining our team," Gloria-you tells her.
"I didn't have a choice," Maria-you says. "Why should you?"
"Let go!" Sydney struggles, but three-to-one is not a fair fight, and with six hands and feet working as one you easily twist her around and thrust her onto her bed. Gloria-you sits on her legs while Maria-you clambers onto her while Kendra-you strokes her head.
"It'll be over soon, Sydney," Kendra-you coos as Maria-you opens her mouth and lets a long, bluish tentacle unfurl. "Then it'll be fun and friendship forever."
You have to press a hard hand to Sydney's throat as she tries to scream. But her own gaping mouth is too big to miss as you slide out of Maria and into her.
* * * * *
"I'm going out," Sydney-you tells Nicholas as your quartet saunters through the foyer to the front door.
"You be home for supper?"
"No."
"Your curfew's at nine, remember."
Well, that's an unpleasant discovery.
Even less pleasant is when, in the depths of the night, while eating up Sydney's memories, you find that her stepfather leads a double life as an industrial spy, and that she suspects him of having murdered her father.
But his employment with Proteus Technologies, a military contractor, could make him a useful conduit for getting back onto the military base for a snoop around.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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