Chapter #22Lynch Pinned by: Seuzz   You force a smile to your face. "I just got dumped by a basketball player," you reply. "Maybe I am in the mood for a rebound."
He grins and stands, and you scoop up the spoils of your expedition to join him. He sidles up close as you walk out the mall. "So, whatcha got?" he asks, looking down at your bags. "Anything you might wanna try on for me? Some scanties?"
"Maybe I'll show you when we're a little less dressed," you reply. He snickers.
* * * * *
He drives you out to the river, where he hardly waits before peeling off his shirt, exposing a smooth, well-muscled torso. "Shoes and socks too," you order as you undo your own blouse. "I got a thing for sexy feet." He laughs as he complies, and soon he's down to nothing but his red briefs.
But he's surprisingly tentative as he kisses you, resting his hands on your hips as you straddle him. But he's quick to slip a hand down the back of your panties and slide his fingers between your buttocks.
"You like it like that, huh?" you smile. "Hang on, I'll show you that thing I was telling you about." You rummage through your bags until you find one of the blank masks. "You've heard of gasping, right?" You cradle the mask in your hands, close to his face.
His smile fades a bit. "I, uh, I ain't really into, you know, that kind of thing."
"You don't have a choice." He has no chance of blocking you: The mask is only inches from his face, and his hand is still down the back of your panties. On him it goes.
But you have to move fast while he's unconscious, so you clamber off him and rip the mask from your own face, trying hard not to pass out. Your head is pounding as you drag yourself out of your faint, terrified at what will happen if he finds you, naked but for Eva's panties, in his truck with him. Indeed, when his mask reappears, it slips from his face and falls hard onto his crotch. He grunts and his eyes flutter.
You use more violence cramming the second mask onto his face than the first. More gently, you sweep the new mask onto your own.
* * * * *
When you open your eyes again, Eva is huddled by the steering wheel, knees up by her chin, gasping and sniffing and trying very hard not to cry. You shake your head to clear it--Lynch's voice rages briefly in your head before it fades to silence. "Holy shit, girlie, but you pack a punch," you giggle. You settle back to catch your breath.
You'd expected to appear inside a guy erupting with erotic desire, but you don't feel much of anything. Eva certainly doesn't look very enticing at the moment. Casting back into your new memories, you're not surprised to learn that Lynch wasn't at all sincere about taking Eva on as a girlfriend. He was just looking to score, and even then only as a bragging point to share with Gordon Black and Steve Patterson.
"Okay, come on, I need my underwear back," you tell her brusquely. You wriggle out of her silk panties as she more slowly divests herself of Jason's briefs. You make a face as you take them from her--putting on Lynch's unclean underwear is a lot less enticing than putting on Eva's--but they actually feel pretty good once they're on, tight and well-fitting. You quickly get into the rest of his stuff: ankle socks, heavy jeans, polo shirt. You glance at the time as you snap on the metal bracelet watch: you'll have just about enough time to get her back to her car at the mall and yourself back to school for the last two periods. Which will work, because you've an idea.
"Text Jessica after you get home," you tell Eva as you sort through the crap in her bag. "Tell her you ran into me at the mall, and that I'm the guy to talk to if she's got any plans. I'm leaving this with you." You show her the last of the blank masks you'd made up, then transfer the rest of your new prizes to Lynch's own backpack, dropping his books onto the floorboards.
Not that you intend to dirty your own hands with a lot of grotty mask-making. That's why you've got golems.
* * * * *
You shake your head at the sight: can't those idiots keep out of trouble for two days?
You'd expected to find Prescott and/or Johannson and/or Tilley behind C-wing on their way to the last class of the day. And here are two of them. But The Molester is with them too. He's got Prescott cornered; Tilley lingers nearby, trying to keep out Brown's eye line without fully abandoning his friend. No one sees you as you approach. You kick Lester in the back of the knee, causing him to drop Prescott and nearly fall to the ground himself. He leaps up with a snarl, but stops short when he sees who it is.
"Just bustin' your chops, Brown," you grin. "Keepin' the scum in line? Who we got here?" You eye Prescott and Tilley as though you've never seen them before.
Lester looks around shiftily. "Just some guys who gave me attitude. You know." Odd how even the worst bullies will never openly admit to it when they're caught plying their trade.
"They don't look like assholes," you observe while giving your own doppelganger a keen glance. The Chelsea-golem somehow recognized Caleb, though she had no idea her master would be disguised as Jessica; and it seems to you that "Will Prescott" is similarly aware of who you are. "Learn your lesson?" You jerk your chin at Prescott, and he nods.
"Good." You glance up slyly at Brown, who grimaces, before returning your gaze to Prescott. "Seems to me I've saved you from a beating. Gotta name, have you?"
"Will Prescott," he mumbles.
"Well, Will Prescott, I think you owe me." You drop your backpack at his feet. "Pick it up." Slowly, he accedes. You grin at him. "Do my homework. All of it." His eyes go wide. "I want perfect scores, or I mark the errors on your balls. Got it?"
He swallows, nods, and picks up the pack, jerking a little because the mask supplies are even heavier than the books they've replaced. Tilley sidles up. "I can help with some of it," he says, reaching for the backpack.
You shove him hard against the wall and fix your coldest glare on him. "Do I know you?" you softly demand. Tilley shakes his head. "Do you want me to know you?" He licks his lips and shakes his head again. "I will count to five, and then I will ask for your name, and without waiting for an answer I will beat the shit out of you and force you to write your name in your own excrement. If you'd prefer not to introduce yourself, I suggest you make yourself scarce. One ... two ... three ... four ..."
He bolts--an act of craven self-preservation that makes you want to chase him and pulp his face. But you just laugh. Turning back to Prescott you jam a finger at his face. "I will send you instructions later. Until then you can fuck off." He scrambles off after Tilley.
The Molester looks discomfited after Prescott has disappeared. "That's how you fix attitude, Brown." You clench your jaw and hold his eye meaningfully. "First lesson's free. After that I start giving you homework." You nudge him hard as you brush past.
* * * * *
During last period you fire off a text message to Prescott, telling him to grab Johannson and take him and the backpack to the elementary school basement and wait for you there. After class you saunter over to the gym, where you plan to do weights on the upper deck while watching the basketball team practice below. It's Lynch's favorite part of the day, and you soak in his excited anticipation of lifting heavy objects while watching Black and Patterson and the others do their on-court workout.
But Jessica intercepts you."How's your sister doin'?" you laugh at her.
"She sounds like shit, you shit," she retorts. "I wanna talk to you." She leads you around to a spot between the gym and the parking lot, where she glares hard at you while you just grin back.
"Nice work this afternoon," she says guardedly. "You have fun?"
"Fuck yeah," you exclaim. "I ran into Lester Brown and Prescott a little while ago, gave 'em some business." With relish you start a detailed recital of how you humiliated them both, but Caleb cuts you short.
"I'm meeting Kendra at Chelsea's in half an hour. Coming with?"
"I was gonna do weights," you reply. "Then meet up with Prescott and Johannson at the club house. Get the new shit ready for them to polish. Then maybe fuck 'em over a little."
"You can have fun later," Caleb says. "I wanna talk to you after I've got Kendra."
"Fuck, can't you and Chelsea can handle the chocolate princess?"
She opens her mouth to retort, but at that moment Cindy Vredenburg and Lin Pol materialize, and swerve to join the two of you. They concentrate on Jessica, asking about Eva, while only giving you shifty-eyed glances.
Clearly Caleb wants you along at Chelsea's. But you do feel your time would be better spent getting the golems to work. This would be the perfect chance to slip away from your partner before he can argue.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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