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nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
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Secret Girls Club Part VI-XI
(Dove is looking for her first victory at the club. She thinks Blondie will look good naked.)
While the memory of seeing other girls humiliated and tied up naked
seems like a dream come too, it was tempered by the fact I was one of
those humiliated and tied up girls.
So far, I have been
stripped naked twice in wrestling and lost all my clothes in a dumb
blackjack strip game. I probably shouldn’t call in dumb, since where
would that leave me?
Why did I think I could walk in and start
beating everybody? Like my sister, I was pretty tough and hated losing,
which seems worse than being naked. Thinking about it more, I realized
even the sophomores were more developed than I was, bigger physically.
I still had a lot of growing to do. Sindee was so mature, I think she
could pass for being a college student. Me? I still felt like an eighth
grader.
I wasn’t about to quit though and Blondie would be my
ticket to victory. She was slimmer than Brownie and I maybe a little
weaker. Forget that Blondie beat Brownie. I was starting to gain a
little bit of self-esteem and that made me dangerous.
I waited
in the social area for a good hour before Blondie finally showed up.
The longer that Saturday and by the time she came over and smiled at
me, I was furious.
“Come on, let’s negotiate,” I nearly screamed at her as I jumped up.
“No small talk? No ‘how are you?’” Blondie said.
“You’re late! Let’s go.”
“Ahh, Lovey Dovey is a little upset even though we never agreed on a meeting time. That’s fine because I’m ready.”
I suspected she might have had a drink or two before entering the club
and thought it was to my advantage. I literally plopped into my chair
while she daintily sat in her chair.
“So, we’re wrestling, right? I started.
“Whatever you say Dove. I’m here for a bit of nice, clean fun,” she said.
We negotiated back and forth and I was getting more anxious by the
second. When she suggested the losing girl gets spanked, I was so
flustered I quickly agreed.
“Let’s get on with it,” I said. “I’ll go sign us up.”
“Of course, dear Dove, you’re so thoughtful,” she said.
There were five matches ahead of us and that drove me crazy. I couldn’t
sit down I was so worked up. I couldn’t enjoy the other matches or card
games either. I must have walked around the basement non-stop for 45
minutes or so, when our match was called.
When I got to my
corner of the mat, I was still so annoyed at Blondie that I could not
remember my plan of attack. She looked so calm. She was smiling and
blew a kiss at me. Inside, I was filled with anger, resentment, and a
lot of nervous energy.
I had trouble balancing when the bell
rang to start the match and I took a few tentative steps forward. She
hunched down and slowly walked toward me, using her hands as though she
were a cat scratching at air.
Before I realized it, she had
her arms under my shoulder and threw her right side into my left side
and raised me off the ground. I panicked and wildly kicked my legs out
as though that would help me find my footing.
I was suddenly
up and over her back, landing on my back with a thud. I felt a little
dizzy as a result and never reacted when she jumped on top of me and
torn my shirt off. I went to cover myself and she took that time to
wipe the shirt between her ass cheeks before throwing it off to the
side.
I tried slapping at her bare knees to escape but she
ignored that and got up, reaching down to help me up. Had I thought
clearly, I would have taken advantage by pulling her down for a
reversal. I wasn’t thinking clearly though and allowed her to raise me
to my feet.
Three seconds later she had me in a bearhug again
and over I went again, landing on my back and feeling exhausted. Did I
learn just how much energy it takes out of you when you’re full of
undirected energy? Yes, I did. The hardest way possible. I also learned
that her taunting me led me to use a significant amount of physicality
even before I stepped on the mat.
Blondie stood over me,
smiling. I couldn’t move. Being body slammed to the mat twice within
minutes took everything out of me and she knew it. She took a knee by
my feet and took off my shoes and socks like I was a ragdoll.
Then she grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me over to where most of
the fans were watching. I was splayed out, nearly unconscious, when she
slowly removed the belt from my shorts, unbuttoned it and dragged it
down and then off my legs. She threw the shorts into the crowd and put
the belt in her pocket.
Blondie then got her arms under my
shoulders again and I just wanted the humiliation to end. She got me to
my feet and whispered in my ear that I should take off my panties and
hand them, like a gift, to her.
If the lights had suddenly
gone out just then, the room would still be glowing from the bright
redness shining from my cheeks. Blondie was taking humiliation to new
heights by forcing me to strip myself, thus not just losing the match
but also submitting to her. I did as she asked.
She waved the
panties above her head as she was announced the winner of the match.
That’s when she took center stage and declared the public spanking
would begin when I was able to recover.
Blondie dragged me
over to the social area, grabbed two big bottles of water and handed me
one. I guzzled it down as though I’d spent the past two weeks lost in
the desert and finally found an oasis.
It took a while but I
finally returned to the real world, realized I was naked, with Blondie
fully clothed next to me. She reminded me about the spanking, so I
allowed her to lead me back to the wrestling mat.
We had to
wait a few minutes until another match finished. Blondie brought a
chair to the middle of the mat, draped me across her lap so my butt was
slightly raised and began slapping my ass rhythmically. Each whack felt
like a firecracker went off in my butt.
As the spanking
continued, people started coming onto the mat to get a closer look at
my damaged ass. They laughed and made fun of the fact that I agreed to
the spanking but never agreed to how many.
So it went on and
on and I squirmed on her lap as my rear end turned purple. Finally it
was over. Blondie said she was proud of how I took the punishment,
which turned out to be exactly 500 spanks in the seven minutes of
spanking time.
Later, while I was hanging from the Wall of
Shame, Christa came over. She ran her fingers through my hair and
scratched the nape of my neck. She explained Blondie’s strategy.
“She knew you were anxious and wanted to get a win, so she deliberately
waited before coming to the club, knowing you would be fuming. She also
got you so mad by being so nice that you had to walk it off. Guess
what? You tired yourself out. And she didn’t compete in anything last
night, so was well rested.”
I was so foolish! I got trapped into losing that match. All I could do was cry. Christa stayed to comfort me.
Several girls dropped by to see if I could fit them into my schedule.
Christa told them to wait until next weekend but that I would be
willing to compete against them.
She booked me into a four-way strip poker game for Friday.
End of Part VI
Secret Girls Club Part VII
(Dove experiences another way of losing all her clothes and it’s worth it, at least for her friend.)
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. A 12th-grader, 11th-grader, 10th-grader and ninth grader walk into a strip poker game. The punch line will be addressed later.
My name is Dove, the ninth grader. The other players are Redhead, the sophomore; Bonnie, the junior; and Felecity, the senior.
My friend Christa set up the competition last week, while I was feeling
poorly about losing my third straight wrestling match. I’m feeling
better as I enter the basement for my third Friday of the Secret Girls
Club.
I don’t mind Christa making dates for me, although this
one seemed rather odd. This is my first multi-girl competition and
there are special rules involved. First of all, we literally had to
place our clothing into a pile in the middle of the table. You could
lose every bit of clothing on one hand.
The game would last
until three girls were completely naked and the winner able to assign
tasks, to be completed within the club itself, to all three naked girls.
This could get embarrassing. I was tied up last week while a similar
game was going on. I didn’t get a clear view but was able to briefly
enjoy the embarrassment of one or two of the naked losers.
This was a serious competition and more than a handful of clothed girls
stood around the table just to watch. How I got invited to play was a
mystery, since I did not know any of the other competitors. I shouldn’t
be surprised with Christa setting it up. Her older sister was a senior
at our school and knew everybody.
Christa became my closest
friend since school started three weeks ago. I would see her every day
at lunch and she usually helped me pass the time when I lost my
previous competitions and had to get tied up, fully exposed, along the
Wall of Shame.
I thought that a game with four players was a
little safer than one-on-one, but that was before I knew there were
special rules.
I sat in my designated chair and Christa stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders as though I was about to enter a boxing ring.
Bonnie and Redhead both arrived at the same time and took their seats,
each gazing at me. I felt self-conscious as they maintained eye contact
with me. All I could do was smile.
Felecity arrived at the
table and stood behind her chair. She began explaining the rules, which
was the first time I heard them and which struck fear into my heart. It
suddenly felt very cold in the room.
Felecity made sure the spectators were behind an imaginary line, then sat down, produced a deck of cards and began shuffling.
Let me move forward a bit and save myself a little embarrassment. I
lost four pieces on the first hand, thinking I had to call each time it
came to me. I had a pair of nines.
Felecity had a full house
and gathered all the collected clothing. No one else lost more than two
pieces, each folding before they were further embarrassed. All I had
left were my bra and panties.
Two rounds later, I was naked.
Felecity assigned me the task of acting as the table centerpiece. I had
to get up on the table, hands interlocked behind my head as the game
continued. I tried avoiding eye contact with anyone in the crowd, but
soon spotted Christa, who gave me a thumbs up.
I felt so
embarrassed to be on display, the easiest person in the basement to be
recognized. My cheeks reddened and the room suddenly felt warm.
Three more hands and Redhead joined me on the table. We stood, ass-to-ass, for another hand, in which Bonnie was now naked.
Bonnie’s assignment was to tie Redhead and I together, back-to-back,
our hands tied around the waist of the other. Bonnie added rope to my
hands, which were bound around Bonnie’s waist and then tied the other
end around her own waist. She dropped her hands and followed Felecity
on a parade around the basement, giving everyone a clear view of the
three losers.
Christa told me later the procession had become
a regular stunt which showed who lost when. Having all eyes on me, as I
brought up the rear, made me feel like a total loser. I didn’t want to
show my face in here ever again.
While we were all tied up,
hands over our heads, on the Wall of Shame, Christa explained it was
like a rite of passage. She had lost the same game last year and was
paraded around like I had been. Felecity was a junior and won that game
too. The senior had been tied to Christa for the parade. Clara was a
sophomore and led the parade.
Clara challenged both me and Redhead to strip card game the next night. Redhead declined but Christa egged me into agreeing.
The punch line? Turns out Christa won $50, betting on the results of
the contest. She kissed me on my forehead and stroked my hair before
the humiliation was finally over a couple of hours later.
End of Part VII
Secret Girls Club Part VIII
(Dove gets led into an impossible situation but the evening ends with a surprise.)
Christa became my de facto manager, making arrangements for future
competitions. She spent most of the school week being my friend and
discussing everything but what happens in the basement.
I
think she wanted to protect me from gossip and boys with ill
intentions. The only boy I ever talked to more than once was a guy who
has been a classmate since the third grade. We weren’t best friends or
anything but he was cool and friendly.
In fact, now that I
think about it, not many girls talked to me either. Girls from the
secret club always said hello, but that was about it. Girls I’ve known
for years nodded their heads if I said hi, but avoided eye contact and
never answered.
If I were paranoid, I’d be thinking Christa
was trying to keep me for herself. But except for things associated
with the club, she and I were hardly a couple. Maybe I should not have
mentioned to her that boys were okay but I didn’t really like them in
that way.
I also told her I liked playing with girls but I
don’t really like them in that way either. What I loved, loved, loved
was seeing girls getting striped naked and embarrassed. I loved being
able to strip them too. But I just haven’t won anything yet. I do not
like getting stripped and tied up, but I understood it was part of the
deal and had to take it if I wanted to give it.
I was willing
to do what Christa wanted because she seemed so interested in me and
was the friendliest person at the school. I wanted to be included,
especially in the basement.
Anyway, Christa hooked me up with
a junior named Jordina for a match of strip arm wrestling for the next
night. I wanted to get better at wrestling but she wanted me to stay
away from the mat for a while. So, I agreed to go with what she said.
When Jordina and I met at the negotiating table, I noticed she had
muscles, like she was a weightlifter. She was athletic and weight
training was part of her program. I also learned later that she ran
marathons, for fun!
Christa said I needed to understand the
competition. I had already faced a senior in wrestling and now it’s a
junior in another physical contest. I did not have a chance.
So Jordina and I agreed that each match would result in a forfeit of a
piece of clothing. That meant we were going to arm wrestle at least six
times. Somehow, I didn’t think I had much chance to win one, let alone
six. Christa said it would help me in the future. I had to trust her.
Jordina just toyed with me, extending each match just to show off how
much more powerful she was than me. I tried as hard as I could but
couldn’t budge her. And so it was an agonizing match, with her slamming
my hand into the table when she got tired of playing around.
I
was exhausted by the third match and just couldn't muster any
competition for her. I wondered what I was learning. I just lost all my
clothes and felt ridiculous in the process.
Jordina had me get
on top of the table while she gathered my clothing and stuffed them
into a duffel bag. When she did that, I felt completely helpless. I
didn’t know her enough to think she’d return my clothes when it was
time to leave. It made me feel even more embarrassed. Of course, I
couldn’t hide and stood there, my hands behind my back, feeling
vulnerable.
I had to stand there about 10 minutes while she
and a bunch of her friends took a good look at me. To be honest, their
bodies were much more developed and well-toned. I was a little girl in
comparison.
Jordina announced I was going to get a ride over
to the Wall of Shame and made me get on her shoulders, my legs astride
her head. She grabbed my knees, squeezing the soft skin behind them,
and off we went. It was a very round-about path. Sometimes she’d speed
up and sometimes she’d stop.
It seemed she enjoyed watching
strip poker about as much as I did as we stopped at a couple of tables
in time to see panties coming off. It was about the only fun I was
going to have.
Jordina knew her ropes and convinced me to have
both my hands and feet tied to the bar, so I was hanging down. I should
not have agreed to that as I had a hard time seeing anything else
happening in the room.
I also felt like a piece of meat, on
display for anyone interested in the main course. I felt even more
foolish and humiliated being in that position.
Christa came
over to spend time with me, taking advantage of my helplessness by
running her fingers over my boobs and just above my cunny. I squirmed
at her touch but did not say a word. She laughed.
She also
confessed that I had to arm wrestle Jordina in her place. I was a
substitute loser. It should have been Christa in this position. It was
technically against the rules and I could get her in trouble by
complaining. She could spend the whole night tied up naked at our next
meeting.
Christa leaned over me when it was close to the end
of the night and whispered her apologies about what I went through and
that she appreciated what I did for her. Then, she said her and I were
going to wrestle the next time, no substituting along. It would be me
and her Friday night.
End of Part VIII
Secret Girls Club Part IX
(A lie sets in motion a humiliating experience for Dove. It also adds motivation for her meeting with Christa).
Christa avoided me during the week. I was a little confused the first
day. I could see her sitting with a group of sophomores during lunch.
When I approached her, she hurried away.
A sophomore, who liked to be called Kimmie Kim, stood in my way as I tried to follow Christa.
“I wouldn’t try speaking to her right now you little bitch,” she said. “You have some nerve.”
"What are you talking about?” I asked. “What did I do?”
“Christa said you might feign ignorance. Frankly I think you are such a
witch for making her feel so bad, especially after what she did for
you.”
“Honestly, I have no idea what I did. She’s always been nice to me. I like her a lot.”
“Then why did you give her back her ring? You’re really a monster.”
Ring? Kimmie Kim must have misunderstood what Christa said. I tried
appealing to her for clarification but she was not having it. It was my
turn to feel hurt. She and the others walked away before I could get
any more information.
I spent the rest of the school day wondering what Christa had said. And what was this about a ring?
After school, Kimmie Kim and a couple of her friends confronted me in the restroom.
“Are you really so stupid to pretend nothing happened?” Kimmie Kim said
as one of her friends went to the restroom door and made sure we
weren’t going to be interrupted.
Kimmie Kim produced a ring, a simple gold-plated band, and brought it within inches of my face. “You recognize this?”
“Actually, no,” I said.
That made her even more angry and she shoved the ring into my mouth,
forcing me to swallow it. Surrounded by three girls with evil
intentions on their faces, I became worried that this was about to
escalate.
“That’s it, Dove, you’re going to learn a lesson.”
She spit out my name with more than a little venom. I don’t know what
Christa said but I did know I was in bog trouble.
Kimmie Kim put her arm against my neck. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Which is it, bitch?”
“Look, I don’t know what she told you but I don’t have anything against
her. I like her, really. I never said anything bad to her and I never
gave her a ring.”
“Great, the hard way … “ She turned me
around and hooked her arms around my wrists. My face was pushed up
against the tiled wall, my mouth and nose suddenly misshaped.
Her friends grabbed the waist of my skirt and ripped it down my legs. My panties quickly followed.
“What the?” I squealed while trying to get free. She was too strong though and held me tight against the wall.
“Shut the f--k up bitch,” Kimmie Kim said. “This is what we do for our
friends when their girlfriends break up with them for no reason.”
“Wait, wait, please, I didn’t …”
I never got another word out as my panties were stuffed in my mouth.
Someone produced a rope coil and my hands were bound behind me. Someone
else had a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around my head and over my
mouth several layers thick.
They turned me around and forced
me to my knees. I was scared and angry at the same time. What the hell
did Christa tell them? I broke up with her? My head was spinning.
Kimmie Kim grabbed my chin and forced me to made eye contact. I was sweating, breathing hard and freaked out.
“You’re going to remember this a long time,” Kimmie Kim said. She
proceeded to slap my face, once, twice, three times. I was in tears
now, pleading with eyes for her to stop.
She did, but only to
allow her friends to take turns slapping me. I was a wreck after what
seemed like forever. They grabbed me under the arms and walked me to
the mirror, where I saw myself with badly bruised cheeks. I was a mess,
tears pouring out, snot running down my nose, and my hair plastered
against my face.
“This is just the start,” said Kimmie Kim and
she motioned to one of her friends, who produced a pair of scissors and
began cutting off my blouse.
My heart sank and I tried to get
free, but it was no use. I was being held tightly while this girl
seemed to take pleasure in snipping off pieces of my clothes to the
point they became rags, with no way to resurrect the material into a
blouse.
It didn’t matter, though. One of the others set fire
to the pieces in a waste basket. I watched in horror as I watched both
my blouse and skirt go up in flames. My bra was added seconds later.
They let me fall to the floor afterward. They all began taking pictures
of my naked, tied up body. It was the most humiliating thing I ever
endured.
And it wasn’t over.
My head was shoved
into a toilet and my ass raised high, so they could all take turns
spanking me. I felt hundreds of blows. Whatever message they wanted to
send, I got.
They warned me not to say a word to anyone, especially Christa, or something similar, or worse, would happen to me.
I swore I’d get even with Christa for this. We had agreed to wrestle Friday and there was no substitutions allowed.
If she didn’t know what happened, she was going to learn not to spread
lies about us. She knew I didn’t want to have sex with girls, just like
I didn’t want to have sex with boys. But to pretend I broke up with
her? That’s going too far. I also think she probably knew her friends
would want revenge.
They walked out of the bathroom, leaving
me to compose myself. They let me keep my shoes and socks and they
didn’t tie my legs. I was able to sit on a toilet and try to work the
ropes off my hand.
I finally got free an hour or so later. I
put on my wet panties and tried to figure out what to do. I put myself
together the best I could. It was clear I had been crying but washing
my face helped me feel better.
The only people left on campus
were the athletes, all of whom were involved in practice. I was able to
nab a discarded t-shirt and regained some modesty.
I made it
home with a minimal amount of exposure and locked myself in my room. I
continued crying as I went over the embarrassment I had suffered. It
helped me get motivated for my wrestling match though.
I
watched girls wrestling on the internet for the next four days and
practiced several of the moves on my stuffed animal collection.
I’d like to wrestle the stuffing out of Christa.
End of Part IX
Secret Girls Club Part X
(In which Dove shows she has finally learned something and displays some nice wrestling moves.)
It occurred to me that Christa was employing the same trick Blondie
used to get the best of me. She was trying to psych me out. Maybe she
knows I’m getting better and needed an unfair advantage.
I
still didn’t understand why Christa lied to her friends. Did she mean
to provoke them to do me harm? It took me a couple of days (about the
same time it took to pass the ring) to wash the humiliation of my
spanking out of my system. But I got over it and filed it away for
future revenge.
Instead of getting there when the basement
opened, I waited an extra hour to arrive. I saw Christa waiting at the
negotiating table. She was fiddling with her fingers and hands and her
feet were tapping at high speed. She was nervous and that was to my
advantage.
I walked up behind her, ran my fingertips along the
nape of her nape and then sat down as she jumped at my touch. I acted
as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“Dove, I’m so sorry … “
“Save it Christa,” I said, holding up my hand to stop her from talking.
“We’ve got some business to take care of. I think we can agree on the
basics and when I beat you, I want to tie you upside down at the Wall
of Shame. In addition, I’ll keep your clothes and meet you in the
hiding place near the parking lot. That’s when we’ll talk like regular
people.”
“Okay, I owe that to you,” she said. “But if I win I
want you to kiss my feet on the mat before I led you to the Wall of
Shame and tie you up like Jordina did last week.”
“Agreed. Let’s get in line.”
We were fourth in line and hung out behind the chairs. Every time she
opened her mouth, I gave her my hand. I was not willing to break
character before the match. My only thoughts were on how I was going to
beat Christa.
She only seemed to get more anxious as we got
closer to our match. I remember seeing her older sister looking at us
with a smirk on her face. I also remember not reacting in any way. I
was zeroed in on what I had to accomplish.
When it was our
turn, I went to one side of the mat and started bouncing around like I
had seen on the videos, pretending to use defensive moves I had
learned. Christa just stood there with a blank look on her face.
The bell rang to start our match. We approached each other cautiously.
I stared into her eyes while darting my arms at her to gauge her
reactions. I put my hand on her shoulder and she shucked it off. That’s
when I suddenly feel to my knees and hooked my hands around her knees,
pulling her feet out from under her. She fell on her ass with a thud
and was slightly dazed. I took the opportunity to remove her shoes and
socks.
Usually, girls go after the T-shirt first, with that
being the easiest to rip off. Girls loved exposing their opponents’
boobs. I think going after the shoes and socks first shocked Christa,
as I was able to bend her toes back until she slammed a hand on the
mat, meaning she was giving up. She was sitting up when I grabbed the
waist of her shorts and pulled her off the ground.
For
whatever reason, she quit fighting and let me push her around as though
she were a doll. I took the time to unhook her shorts and then flipped
her so her head and arms were on the mat and her ass was in the air.
I pulled out the shorts and then gave her a breather before pulling off
her panties. I pulled her over my shoulders and walked around the mat
for a minute. Her bare ass was exposed as I made sure each section of
chairs got a good look.
Then I unceremoniously dropped her on
the ground and walked to my corner. She was technically still in the
competition as she still wore her T-shirt. But I knew she was broken.
She started crying as she lay sprawled out on the mat, not even trying
to cover up her butt.
I stood over her and told her to stand
up. She did. Then I told her to voluntarily give me her T-shirt. She
did. To the hard-core wrestlers, that was the most humiliating thing
the loser could do: surrender her last piece of clothing willingly.
I grabbed her clothes with one hand and her left elbow with my other
hand. I walked her slowly over to the Wall of Shame and tied her feet
to the bar. I also tied her hands behind her so she couldn’t balance
herself on the floor.
Damn but I felt good. My first win and
it was against the only real friend I had at the school. It didn’t
matter. Being able to control the situation like I did got me so pumped
up I felt a little dizzy (in a good way).
I changed back into my street clothes, took her street clothes, put her wrestling uniform in the bag, and walked out the door.
Once outside I wanted to scream with delight, but that was not an
option. Instead, I started dancing. It’s one thing to enjoy watching
girls get stripped nude, but to do it yourself is a whole different
experience. I was on a high after controlling the situation from start
to finish and relived it all over and over. I never felt sexier.
I was still on a high when the club broke up for the night. I hurried
over to our hiding place and waited for Christa to make her way, naked
of course. That was the best part. I had total control and knew she’d
be so embarrassed in having to somehow walk naked through a small clump
of trees to retrieve her clothes.
I knew we had to talk about the week leading up to this. Christa still had a lot of explaining to do.
End of Part X
Secret Girls Club Part XI
(Dove and Christa settle their differences and an opportunity arises to set things right for Christa’s other friends.)
I heard the bush rustle and then watched Christa step into the hiding
place, her hands trying to cover her naked boobs and cunny.
“Hands down Christa, I want you completely vulnerable,” I said.
She did as I asked and looked around for a place to sit.
“Nope you’re standing like that until you explain what the hell happened to me this week,” I said, relaxing against a tree.
Christa had tears streaking down her face. “I’m so, so very sorry what
my friends did to you,” she began. “There’s no way I wanted that to
happen. I only wanted them to feel sorry for me because I know you’ll
never be my girlfriend.”
She paused and I nodded.
“I
had this pretend relationship with you and had the ring a boy gave me
several years ago at middle school,” she continued. “I even asked them
not to say anything to me, I swear. And you figured it out. I just
wanted to stay away from you before our match. I wanted to make you
crazy. I made up the break-up story as a cover. I never wanted to hurt
you. I love you, Dove.”
I slowly stood up and threw her
clothes at her. She rushed to put them on. I stared into her eyes for
an uncomfortable few seconds and saw she was telling the truth.
“I may not want to be your girlfriend, but I do what to be your best
friend,” I said, taking her in my arms and hugging her tight.
After breaking the embrace, I continued “you silly thing. Look what
you’ve done to yourself. You could have asked me to do anything and I
would have at least listened. I didn’t mind you kissing me. I didn’t
consider that a romantic advance. Now I have to be in charge of our
relationship.”
Her tears were beginning to dry up, though her sniffling continued. “I’m so sorry Dove.”
“It’s not your fault your friends went ballistic on me,” I said. “In
fact, that’s kind of a compliment that they would protect you. And why
aren’t any of your friends going steady with you?”
“We’ve
experimented,” Christa said, a smile starting to cross her face. “We’ve
even had our version of an orgy. It got really intense and I think that
scared everybody, so we decided to back off. Then you came along and it
was love at first sight. I tell my friends everything, and a little
more than I should that’s maybe made up. I won’t blame you if you never
want to talk to me again.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? I
told you I was in charge of our relationship now,” I explained. “You’re
still my friend and you’ll still set up things for me at the club, only
on terms and not yours.”
She threw her arms around me and
started to kiss me on the lips before realizing what she was doing and
backing off. That made me laugh, so I grabbed her head and kissed her
forehead. “You’re my best friend and I don’t care what your other
friends do as long as they stay away from me from now on.”
“Oh thank you Dove,” she said. “I promise I will never lie to you – or them – ever again.”
“That’s good Christa because you still need to set something up for me for tomorrow night,” I said.
She looked surprised and then gathered her thoughts. “You know,” she
said, “Kimmy Kim is a member of our club. She just hasn’t been to the
basement yet this year. I think I can arrange something with her.”
“Didn’t I just say to keep your other friends away from me?” I laughed.
“But if you think it would be a fair match, then let’s do it.”
“Yeah, she owes me a favor after what she did to you,” said Christa.
“And you’re better than she is. Without the others, she’s really shy.”
“Are your other friends members too?” I asked.
“I’m afraid they are and you just haven’t recognized them,” she said.
“We all met in the basement last year and discovered what we had in
common. When I first saw you, I thought you’d be a perfect fit but I
guess I screwed that up.”
“You told me to learn from my mistakes,” I said. “Can you do the same?”
“Yes, yes I can,” she said. “Thank you, Dove.”
“Well, there’s still getting even with them before I consider anything else,” I said.
“You got it. I’ll make sure KK is there for you tomorrow night.”
After I sent Christa off, I began thinking about ‘KK’ and what I’d love
to do with her. Stripping her would be just the beginning.
End of Part XI