It all started about a month ago when Lucy decided that she would become the biggest scene queen at her high school. Netheregions High was a fairly pedestrian affair and Lucy couldn’t see any major obstacles to her rise to greatness. In order to complete this she had to rise half an hour early each day to plan her encounters with three different influence centres and do her makeup in an obvious, but not obviously slutty, fashion.

The first centre of influence was her sometimes-friend, Ames. Ames was basically one giant mood swing wrapped in a six-foot-tall body. She wore her hair in a pony tail everyday and she could cut a person in half with a glance. Lucy was very aware of how delicately Ames would need to be treated. Once Ames was on board, Lucy could do largely what she pleased.

The second centre of influence was Jake. Jake was a very simple boy who had reached the apex of his life, the climax of his being in his last year of high school. Right now he was untouchable but in two years he would just be some stupid jock and in ten, discarded and forgotten. As the alpha-male around school, Jake commanded a formidable army of like-minded morons. Lucy knew she would have to fuck and suck her way through at least a few of them before she gained the key to the top of the heirarchy.

The third centre of influence was the common room. This was the proving-grounds where all social decisions were finalised by the council. Like an exam, there was little one could do once in the common room to change their fate. All alliances and favours would be worked out elsewhere. Currently Ames reigned supreme but Lucy knew that within a few cold weeks, a month at the most, she could get that Cleopatra to lie at her feet. How? Well, she was going to start by lying at the other’s feet and looking up her skirt.

***

Lucy thought her scalp was going to separate from her head and cover the bed in blood as Ames yanked the pole around which her hair was tied. Being treated like a dog on a leash was fine, as far as Lucy was concerned but why was her owner being such a bitch? She’d cut fine lines in her tighs and dripped wax on her, as ordered, and now this? Fuck this shit, it’s time for reaction.

Bent on all fours, as she was, Lucy could feel Ames’ bent leg crouched and press against her bruised hip. In one fluid motion she grabbed for the leg and pulled. Fists of red rained down upon her scalp as Ames fell back still holding onto the pole. Lucy whipped around and slapped Ames across the face. Ames stopped moving and stared. On command, Ames opened her mouth and allowed Lucy’s spit to enter her. Ames opened her mouth again when she felt Lucy enter.

***

Of the three centres, Ames had been the hardest, and the most important, to convince. The three guys she’d had to fuck to get her mouth on Jake’s crotch were different shades of boring flavoured, respectively, with big, stupid and violent. Once she’d completed these politi-sexual manuvers the common room had gravitated to her red lips and slender fingers.

And now she was here she was going to throw it all away.

***

He’d responded fairly non-commitally to her advance but his message on her phone read had narrowed down the options very quickly. They would meet in his bedroom and when he was finished she would leave. Lucy allowed herself a small smile. She would leave, and she would take something to remind her of the time she’d spent climbing.

His door swung slowly open at Lucy’s pressure. It had been left ajar, no doubt Jake wanted to know when his guest set foot on the stairs. Jake had turned the lights down an was listening to what sounded like R-Kelly over a facial compilation. Cumpilation? Only a sad jerk-off would know that and here he was. Naked, reclining on a mound of pillows, holding his ruddy dick in his hand right down near his balls and grinning. He was the horny version of fighting strangers.

***

She felt the razor-blade in the garter of her stocking when he was trying his best to choke her with his dick. It was all the same, same set up, same porn, same boring line, same sexual aggression. This lame dick was exactly how Ames painted him: brutal and cocksure. He’d hit her early on when she wouldn’t fuck to the porn he’d put on just for her and that was all she needed.

He lay her over the side of the bed and thrusted his cock into her face. In this position, not only could she see his asshole, she could reach the tranquilizer in her bag. She’d rather have stuck it in his neck, but there was no reaching that. Crumpled in a heap on the floor, needle sticking out of his buttock, he looked pathetic. Not as pathetic as he would look in years to come, but for now it was a good start.

Lucy removed the needle from Jake’s body and the razorblade from her garter. Moving with care, she rolled Jake onto his back. He was still hard through the sedative so she had to act quickly. She took the razorblade and applied it just under the head of his dick. She had to push quite hard to cut all the way through and she’d neglected to improvise a chopping board. As such, not only had she cut off the head of his penis she’d cut into his stomach. Unintended, sure, but there were more important matters at hand.

***

She walked out to the Velvet Underground. The speakers crooned to the soaking carpet.

Written by: Zach.
Tags: gore, porn, waste of time, writing.