Bedding the babysitter - S01 E22

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

I blushed, never really thinking of her in any way other than my mother. "You think?"

"Yes, Karen said, "and you look just like her."

A chill went up my spine as I realized she was giving me a compliment on the sly. I got in the Karen's car and sat silently as she put the car in drive. I waited patiently for Karen to speak, but she kept silent as she drove. Oddly, I felt a tingle between my legs and the beginning of dampness forming. I silently cursed to myself.

Karen finally broke the silence as she asked, "So my slave, are you ready for your climb to popularity?"

I looked at her, stared actually at her pure beauty, and said, with an Immense amount of trepidation, "Yes, Mistress Karen."

"You don't sound too convincing, my little pussy pleaser," Karen said with concern.

I really don't know what to expect," began, "Last week my life made sense. I went to school, sat with my couple of my friends, and lived a simple wall flower life."

"Did you like that life?" Karen asked.

"I don't know. It was the life I knew. It was who was. I accepted long ago I would never be popular and would just live my high school life as a ghost. Seeing everything, but not being allowed to partake," said allowing my deepest insecurities to spill out like water when a dam bursts.

Karen gave a sympathetic smile as she said, "You know, being popular isn't all people think it is. It turns you into someone you are not. For example, everyone looks up to me to lead and somehow my persona has turned into one that is often bitchy and arrogant. But..."

I looked at her, she had a tear in her eye, "It's ok," said, my hand going on her leg as we stopped at a red light.

She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, "People only see what they want to see,"

I laughed and said, "Isn't that the truth."

As the light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk, "Don't think that means won't use you as my little submissive."

"I wouldn't even consider it, Mistress Karen," I replied.

Karen smiled, "I just want you between my legs right now," she said frustrated, knowing we were not allowed to cum.

"I would love nothing more," I flirted back, with just a slight tone of frustration. I didn't even know knew how to flirt.

Karen smiled as we pulled up to the school and into the grade 12 parking lot, "Well," she began, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," said unsure but willing to begin my new life and obey my new mistress.

"OK," Karen said, "Let's go, my little dyke." She then opened the door and strode out, and I, after letting out one last sigh of resignation, did the same.

Karen came around to my side of the car and handed me her books and I carried them, walking three feet behind her as all PomPoms did. I felt humiliation burning inside me as I got a plethora of odd looks from the other grade 12s in the parking lot. I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact, as I heard the odd rumbling.

Mike, a basketball player, asked Karen, "Who is the new recruit?"

Karen smiled, "Don't you recognize her? This is Jenny Wyatt. She is in our English class."

As Mike looked me up and down like a piece of meat, I tried to show confidence in my new look and gave him a smile. "A grade 12 recruit, nice," he said.

Karen said with an innuendo only I understood, "Yes, she is a real eager beaver." I am sure my cheeks went a fire red. Finally Karen said, "Let's go, PomPom." As we began walking she looked back and must have seen my embarrassment as she, walked over to me and whispered, "Jenny, you are a PomPom girl now. Everybody wants to be a cheerleader. You are now the envy of most girls here and will become the focus of many boys' late night all alone stroke sessions."

I looked at her confused, "Stroke sessions?"

"You really are innocent, aren't you," she said with a chuckle, "Stroke sessions, whacking off, beating the stick, cranking the love pump, fist fucking."

Finally the light bulb goes clicks and I say shocked, "Boys will masturbate about me?"

"Girls too, I imagine," she informed me and began walking again.

I followed behind her. It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school, although not someone I did much with out of school. She had a perplexed look on her face as she saw me. I gave her a 'l know this is weird' look and then said, "Hi Sally," without stopping.

We entered the school and I followed Karen to her locker. I held her books as she gave Sabrina, who was wearing thigh highs as Karen said she would, a hug. Sabrina gave me a look, not overly impressed, and then asked, "So this is your new recruit?"

Karen smiled but said with a 'don't mess with me tone, "Yes, this is Jenny, she will be our newest PomPom."

Sabrina shrugged, showing indifference, as she said, "So why the thigh highs?"

Karen said, "It was time for a change. Plus they are sexier than knee high socks, don't you think?" Karen then did a diva pose which made my cunt drip a little, and a few boys stopped to stare. She then asked Sabrina, "What do you think?"

"Well they are hotter and sluttier," Sabrina agreed. "Don't you think Principal Dictator will make us change?"

"No, he loves checking us out," Karen said matter-of-factly.

"Ho."

"Slut."

Their riveting banter had me bored but I pretended to care. The bell then rang and I walked Karen to her Biology class before I rushed to my Chemistry class. I got a lot of odd looks but I just sat in my regular seat as if nothing was different.

The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal. Teachers gave me peculiar looks, girls gave me jealous glares and boys gave me horny stares. The attention was so strange after a lifetime of being a nobody that lived on the fringes of the school hierarchy.

I liked it-it was exhilarating.

I hated it-it was awkward.

I loved it-it was addictive.

All these feelings overwhelmed me. It was great to be noticed, yet I quickly resented being seen as an object. In History class I noticed Wilson, a kid who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs. I don't know why did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed and looked away. I felt a perverse joy from embarrassing him and from being stared at.

Lunchtime finally arrived and I quickly and eagerly, like a puppy looking for his master, went to find Karen. She was at her locker with Ashley, who towered over me. Unlike Sabrina who looked down at me, Ashley was very nice to me. She said, "Hi Jenny, you are in my History class right?"

I smiled, happy that she knew who I was, and responded, "Yes."

"What is your essay topic on?" she asked.

"The rights of women in third-world countries," I replied.

"Are you a feminist?" she asked.

Karen laughed and said, Trust me, she is not a feminist, although she does have an appetite for women." I went red I'm sure as Ashley gave a confused look. Karen handed me her lunch and we went to the cafeteria. I looked over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend Eleanor. They gave an awkward wave back as they attempted to figure out why I was now a PomPom girl.

During lunch I was asked to get dessert for all three of the captains and was lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so got her cherry instead. She said, "PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; is this strawberry?"

"No." I responded explaining, "They were out of strawberry so I got you cherry."

She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed and said, "Really? Why her?"

Karen didn't defend me, just responded, "Oh, she has very special talents. Trust me." blushed; worried that she may announce my special talents to the group. But she didn't.

To Be Continued Shortly.......