Karen: ‘A middleclass girl or woman who is self-centred, overly entitled and excessively demanding and uses their class privilege to demand their own way.’

Alex awoke at dawn, the pale winter light creeping through the curtains. She had slept on the couch in her dress and when she saw the empty bottle of Australian shiraz and the two empty glasses on the coffee table she realised that the nightmare she been having was real. Mitch Bellingham knew that she was trans and when she had told him he had abandoned her.

She checked her cell phone but there were no messages.

Wearily she made her way to the bedroom, stripped, removed her makeup and showered. She was dreading going to school today because there was the distinct possibility that Mitch had told someone else that Alex was trans and hot gossip travelled fast. She put on a pleated tartan skirt, black opaque tights, a white long-sleeved blouse and a tartan blazer that matched her skirt. She fixed her hair and makeup and set her resolve. This could likely be one of the worse days of her life but she would not retreat into the façade of the dowdy poppet she had once been.

She slipped her feet into the chunky block heeled Mary Janes with the over-arch straps and checked her reflection in the mirror. Mitch had been right last night when he’d said that no one could possibly think that she was anything other a young woman but if the truth was out it would make no difference. She looked pretty and stylish but she also looked tired with bags under her eyes.

She was too anxious to eat so she drank a cup of coffee and slipped on her fur-lined coat. It had snowed overnight and the bleak urban terrain matched her mood. As she drove to school she played out various scenarios in her head. She would be shunned, derided and mocked. The Karens would be waiting, their mouths filled with vitriol and malice. She might even be attacked in the restroom.

Alex knew that none of that was likely. The school had a policy of inclusiveness and there were openly gay male and female students who got along just fine with their straight classmates. What she felt guilty about was that she had kept her transgender identity a secret and no one liked liars and imposters.

When she parked she didn’t see Mitch’s Dodge pickup in the lot. She checked her phone again… nothing. She resisted the urge to text him and followed the cleared path to the school entrance dreading every step.

It was a normal school day. No one had fragged her locker nor was there an intimidating note taped to the door, there was no chorus of derision or hateful glances. Those who knew her well enough said hello, she got the same pervy glances that all the pretty girls got from some of the boys. She was not confronted by her homeroom tutor nor had Mary Applebee dispatched one of her lackies to demand that Alex report to the Vice Principal’s office. It was almost surreal.

But there was no sign of Mitch Bellingham and he didn’t turn up all day, nor did he call or leave a message. Alex made it through the day almost in a trance. She barely acknowledged that she had been assigned the role as assistant stage director for the play. Of course Karen Allbright was selected for lead role as Alice and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield would play the roles of the pseudo ‘ugly sister’ office bitches. Mitch Bellingham had been selected for the male lead but of course he wasn’t in class to acknowledge it.

When Alex arrived home Mitch Bellingham was sitting on her stoop. This wasn’t some fairytale. He wasn’t holding a dozen red roses, he didn’t race down the driveway and sweep her off her feet. He sat there looking morosely at his feet. Alex unlocked the door and hung her schoolbag and coat up in the hallway. Mitch followed her inside and closed the door.

“Is this a coffee situation or an alcohol situation?” Alex asked when Mitch sat himself down at the little dining table.

Mitch just sat gloomily looking at his hands so Alex poured two double shots of vodka and placed one down in front of Mitch and then she took a seat opposite him.

“Well?” she asked when Mitch remained silent.

“Well what? You lied to me and it wasn’t some little white lie. Is your whole life just one big lie? Who the fuck are you?” Mitch finally spoke.

“Technically I didn’t lie to you. I omitted to tell you something. Yes, it’s a big something but the reality is I was going to keep things between us platonic. I had this silly fantasy that we could just be friends but every time we got together I couldn’t help myself. You trigger something in me that I just can’t control,” Alex said and downed her shot.

“You think that flattering me like that somehow absolves you of deceit?” Mitch replied and downed his shot.

Alex said nothing. She knew that Mitch was right and she was wrong. She did what she always did, she deflected.

“You got the male lead in the play. You're to play Steven Rankin the lame-ass boss, as you so eloquently put it. You're a perfect fit: sorta handsome in that unkempt, unassuming kinda way and being a worldclass asshat, you won’t really have to act,” Alex tried to dial down the tension.

“I suppose Karen Allbright got the lead so at least I’ll get to kiss a hot chick, maybe feel her up a little in the love scenes. She does have great tits,” Mitch gave a wan smile.

“But you’re a leg and ass man. However I suppose she has great legs and a tidy ass too,” Alex countered.

“Ok, enough of the witty repartee, tell me the truth,” Mitch said soberly.

“Ok, but we are going to need more of this; at least I am,” Alex pointed at the shot glasses.

She went back to the freezer and took out the bottle of vodka and placed it on the table. She poured more shots, took a deep breath and told Mitch everything about her life. The only omission she made was that she was effectively her uncle’s concubine, prostituting herself for the sake of Miles Davenport’s altruism and financial aid. She painted her uncle as a philanthropist whom she loved because of his acceptance of her gender and his generosity. She made no mention of having sex with her uncle and implied that she had learned about sex from a couple of short-lived dalliances with tranny chasers back in Miami.

Mitch remained silent for a while and drank another shot before he spoke.

“So many of my questions answered but so many of them remain unanswered,” Mitch sighed.

“Go ahead and ask?” Alex poured them both another drink.

“How much of that is you?” he waved at her body.

“Mitch it’s pretty much all me. I have breast implants but so do a lot of cis women. I take hormones which have helped shape my body and means I don’t have facial hair. What you see is me, a young woman. I look like a woman, I walk like a woman, I speak like a woman and I even think like a woman. I never really thought of myself as a boy,” Alex explained.

“Oh ok, I can accept all that. You are one of the most feminine girls I know. But what about down there,” Mitch nodded towards Alex’s lower extremities.

“Ok, we finally got there. There are no definitive studies but it is estimated that only somewhere between fifteen and twenty percent of transgender women undertake bottom surgery. As for me, I don’t need a designer vagina to feel like a real woman. To be blunt, I like having a functioning penis, it gives me great pleasure. There, now you know,” Alex said a little heatedly.

“Look, I know that you like everything about my body above and below my genitals, you have certainly taken advantage of it. That’s why I kept you out of my panties and told you that I’m not going to fuck you. I came out to you as transgender so that you could know the truth and decide for yourself whether or not you wanted keep seeing me. If I had a designer vagina I could probably have just lied to you,” Alex leaned across and reached for Mitch’s hand but he drew it away.

“But you did lie to me. A lie of omission. You are a duplicitous bitch,” Mitch sniped.

Tears formed in Alex’s eyes but she refused to cry.

“I bared my soul to you Mitch. Other than Miles, no one knows as much about me as you do. Now it’s for you to decide. Do we remain lovers, do we remain friends or do we just go our separate ways?” Alex tried to remain calm when she said this.

“I’m so conflicted Alex. I spent all day today thinking about you and my emotions have ranged from anger to pity,” this time Mitch reached for Alex’s hand but she yanked it away.

“Don’t you dare pity me Mitchell Bellingham! I like who I am. I love who I am! I don’t want your pity and certainly don’t need your approval,” Alex pushed her chair away from the table and got to her feet.

Mitch stood up and confronted Alex.

“What do you want from me?” he took her hands in his and this time she let him.

“I want your affection. I want intimacy. I want your respect. I want some form of attachment but I’ll settle for friendship,” Alex searched his eyes for the truth.

“Jeez Alex you know I respect you. You are the most intelligent girl that I have ever met but I can’t offer you friendship,” Mitch said and Alex’s bottom lip began to quiver.

“I don’t want us to be friends. I want us to be emotionally involved and devoted to each other. I like the old fashioned term sweethearts,” Mitch took Alex in his arms and kissed her softly and Alex collapsed against him.

The tension, the fear, the dread and the self-doubt drained from her. Mitch held her close and kissed her cheek and stroked her hair.

“You are the most beautiful and articulate woman that I have ever met. I never feel as comfortable as I do as when I’m with you. We click. We relate to each other. We make each other laugh. We both see the world through the same lens. We complete each other,” Mitch whispered in Alex’s ear and she couldn’t help but cry.

“Also, we kinda hit it off sexually, I get a boner every time I think of you,” Mitch tried to bring some levity to the situation.

“Me too,” Alex couldn’t help herself.

Mitch burst out laughing.

“Not many guys get to hear that from their girlfriend,” he chuckled.

“Is that what I am? Am I your girlfriend?” Alex searched his face for any trace of deception but she saw only adoration.

“We can keep it on the downlow if you like but if any of those horny seniors make advances to my girl they will regret it. Except for the offensive linemen. If any of those guys come for you, you're on your own,” Mitch pinched her bottom.

Alex dug him in the ribs but her laugh broke the tension.

“Can I use your bathroom, I’ve been drinking coffee all day and now all that vodka and I really need to pee,” Mitch unlatched himself from Alex.

“My bathroom is ensuite to my bedroom,” Alex pointed down the short corridor.

“Wow! I finally get to explore your bedroom,” Mitch turned towards the corridor.

“My panty drawer is second from the top. If you make a mess in them you have to clean it up,” Alex called after him jokingly.

“The only panties I’m interested in right now are the ones you are wearing,” Mitch called out just before he disappeared into the bedroom.

Alex went searching for another bottle of Australian shiraz. At eight hundred dollars a bottle, the Penfolds Bin 180 Cabernet Shiraz she selected from the small wine collection that Miles kept at her apartment was an extravagance but she considered that the situation warranted it.

She put the vodka back in the freezer, cleared away the shot glasses and brought two crystal wine glasses to the table along with the wine. Mitch came into the room twirling the lace trimmed black full-cut panties she had worn during their previous encounter around his finger.

“Look what I found,” Mitch grinned at her.

“You put them back!” Alex squealed playfully.

“No! You put them on,” Mitch threw the panties at her.

“You were wearing them last night and I really like them,” Mitch grinned at her.

“Ok, but I’m not doing that here. It’s my turn to use the bathroom,” Alex waved the panties at him and departed for bedroom.

It was the perfect opportunity for Alex to prepare herself for what she hoped lay ahead. She took off her jacket, skirt, pantyhose and panties and went into the bathroom. She did what was necessary and then inserted two Wet Stuff bodyglide capsules into her freshly cleaned anus and went into the bedroom to fix her makeup. She took a pair of sheer nylon holdup stockings from the drawer and put them on followed by the black panties that Mitch had thrown at her. She stepped into her skirt, put on a pair of heels, refreshed her perfume and went back into the kitchen-diner.

“Wow! You look very nice. You took so long in there that I was tempted to come and find you,” Mitch went over to Alex and kissed her.

“Isn’t that what women do? Make their boyfriends wait for them,” Alex smiled and Mitch felt his heart soar.

“Do you want some wine?” Alex nodded at the bottle breathing on the table.

“After,” Mitch whispered and kissed her.

“After what?” Alex breathed.

Mitch said nothing. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He undressed in front of her and Alex helped him. He was rampant and Alex gasped when she saw the size of him.

“Now you,” Mitch murmured.

Alex took off her skirt, blouse and brassiere and was about to kick off her heels.

“Leave them on; they’re sexy,” Mitch sat on the bed leaving Alex standing before him and he traced a finger down her leg.

“You're sexy,” he growled, then traced his finger back up her leg to where the welt of her stocking met her bare flesh.

He followed the curve of her hip and traced his fingertips across her belly then followed the arc of her waist. His fingertips grazed her nipples and Alex gasped, the sexual tension was building between them. His fingers continued their journey, tracing the hollows of her clavicles, sauntering along her swan-like neck and then on to her face where he stroked the small scar on her chin then caressed her cheek and then he put a fingertip on her lips and traced the outline of them before pushing it in her mouth.

Alex though that it was one of the most gentle erotic thing she had ever experienced as she sucked on Mitch’s finger, standing before him nearly naked, but they both knew that there was an issue that needed confronting. Alex hadn’t tucked and her semi-erect penis tented the front of her panties, a tiny dewy wet patch was beginning to blossom on the black satin.

Mitch was aware of it and he had avoided touching her pubis when he traced his fingertips along her body, lying to himself that he had done so to build the erotic tension between them. The truth was that he was scared to touch her there. He just didn’t know how he would react.

Alex was only inches away from him, fashion model tall, her long shapely legs sheathed in the sexy diaphanous nylons, her feet shod in fuck-me-pumps. Her curvaceous hips, buxom ass, perky breasts, flat belly and flawless alabaster skin were a marvel. Her wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif framed her face, the highlights accentuated in the fading light, her natural blonde roots were showing through. Alex’s face was unconventionally beautiful. Her nose was a little crooked, she had a small gap between her front teeth, she had a small but prominent scar on her chin but her cheeks were well defined and exhibited a rosy hue creating a captivating facial silhouette. Her lips were full and sensual and he could lose himself in those glacial emerald-green eyes.

Alex began to shake a little, her eyes half-closed as Mitch began the return journey. This time his fingers lingered on her breasts, cupping each one, circling her areolas, grazing her nipples, then onward down her body. He caressed the crease where her legs joined her torso and then they diverged from their journey. He traced the lacy waistband of her panties across her belly. His fingers followed the seam down the side and he fondled the lacy legholes, deliberately avoiding the front panel.

Mitch took a deep breath and then his fingers began to drift across the front of the black satin panties, closing in on the prominent bulge.

Alex shuddered and her hand darted out and she clamped her fingers around Mitch’s wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong and she prevented him from continuing his exploration.

“You don’t have to touch me there. There are ways of making love to me such that you never have to see or touch it. I’ll just leave my panties or my pantyhose on and keep it tucked away,” Alex whispered.

Mitch looked up at the angel who towered so close to him that he could hear her breathing and feel the warmth of her body. Her eyes were full of trepidation, imploring him to stop what he was about to do. She was shaking with anxiety. She was scared that her uniqueness would ruin what should be the most sublime moment between them.

“I don’t want parts of you Alex. I want all of you,” Mitch smiled up at her and removed her hand from his wrist.

Mitch swallowed and set his resolve. He caressed the silky fabric of her panties and then he traced the outline of her penis, barely touching it and Alex moaned. Mitch became emboldened. He ran his finger along the length of her phallus, feeling the pulse of it through the silky satin. He witnessed the dewy stain blossom where her glans pressed against the flimsy fabric.

Mitch was both fascinated and relieved. There was nothing revolting about her genitalia. It was part of her and he adored every inch of her and he was amazed at how a simple stroke of his hand could cause her so much pleasure, manifested in the growing bulge in her panties. But then he shouldn’t be surprised. When Alex fondled him down there, didn’t his own body react accordingly?

He gripped Alex’s penis and began to stroke it, rubbing the lustrous fabric of her panties against her straining flesh. A bubble of precum formed where the stain had blossomed.

“Oh god!” Alex whimpered and pushed his hand away and fell on him.

They scooted onto the bed and Mitch lay prone with Alex on top of him, kissing him fervently, her hand stroking his face while her body writhed against his. Mitch felt her breasts flatten against his chest and her nipples harden. Her legs, sheathed in the gossamer stockings, shimmied against his tender flesh. Her kisses were hot wet and yearning, her tongue flittering inside his mouth, her lips crushed against his lips. The feel of her body, the scent of her perfume, the caress of her hair against his face and neck were a powerful stimulant that fuelled his desire.

He could feel her cock grinding against his, her satin panties the only barrier between their turgid flesh. He found it surprisingly erotic. There was nothing ‘gay’ about it. This was not some homoerotic experiment between two boys. Alex was a beautiful, sexy, exotic young woman and he had no problem dealing with that. He was too swept up in her seductiveness and her desirability to be playing homophobic mind games.

Alex could hardly contain her desire. She pressed her body against Mitch’s muscled torso, her kisses were almost savage as she mashed her lips against his and swirled her tongue in his mouth, tasting him, feeling his tongue collaborate. Her breasts ached with suppressed desire, her nipples were tender and tingled delightfully as they grazed against Mitch’s chest. Her cock was afire as she ground it against Mitch’s mighty organ, her panties an ethereal veil of gossamer that shielded their throbbing flesh.

Suddenly Alex unglued her body from Mitch’s, his kisses a ghostly presence on her lips, her bosom still afire. She could sense that if they continued their canoodling one or both of them would likely climax and although that would be wonderful, she had something more epicurean in mind.

Alex straddled Mitch, her legs bestride him, her thighs pressed against his flanks, her buttocks pressed into his groin. She squirmed her ass against his cock and felt it judder and she knew that she must consummate their desires before Mitch climaxed prematurely. She eased aside the gusset of her panties and lifted her lower extremities off his torso and guided his penis between her buttocks so that his glans pressed against her sphincter. The length and girth of his manhood was almost terrifying and she prayed that the lubricating gelcaps would served their purpose.

Alex lowered herself only a smidge, feeling Mitch’s bulbous, mushroomed head press harder against her entrance. She closed her eyes and pushed downward and suppressed a scream as his glans punctured her tight ring, stretching her sphincter to the conjuncture where she thought it might tear.

Mitch placed his hands on Alex’s hips, gently supporting her, watching her grimace, hearing her grunt and gasp. He’d had women complain that he was almost too big for them when he penetrated their vaginas, although their complaints seemed to quickly become moans of desire once they accommodated him and he prayed that Alex would be able to take him as he felt her sphincter tightly cling to his glans. The sensation of her tight ring clutching at the head of his phallus was delightful.

Alex endured the pain, allowing her sphincter to stretch to its extremity until finally the sublime agony became a dull ache and then a deep resonating delightful pang. She opened her eyes and saw the concern on Mitch’s face and she forced herself to smile as she slowly pressed downward and gasped as Mitch’s steely weapon began to slide inside her. Her anus stretched to accommodate him, thankfully the lubricant eased the passage of the monster cock that was splitting her wide open.

Mitch’s face registered surprise and delight as Alex’s rectum enveloped his cock. It was so tight and pliable; a moist velvety sheath into which his aching manhood slowly penetrated. He saw the look of anguish on Alex’s face change into a mask of pleasure and he let go of her hips and put his hands to her breasts and fondled them, caressing her engorged nipples, adding fuel to the fire that was raging in Alex’s belly. He saw that her cock was straining against her panties, the head had sprung free of the waistband and a slivery tendril of precum dangled from the eye.

He reached for her and scooped up the viscous discharge and used it to lubricate her penis as he wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it. Alex cried out and began to raise herself up off his mighty organ and then ground down on it, driving it deep into her body. Her face was a mask of rapture. Her eyelids fluttered, she ground her teeth, she furrowed her brow, her mouth formed a grimace as she began to ride his bloated pole.

Mitch had barely began to stroke Alex’s cock when it juddered in his hand and a freshet of scalding jism splashed across his belly and chest, quickly followed by a succession of spritzes of musky milt. He felt her anus contract and quiver around his cock as she climaxed and he could hold back no longer. His orgasm was an explosion of sensual decadence, overpowering and carnal. He put his hands back on Alex’s hips and fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her tight orifice, expressing his semen inside her, barely registering that she was screaming.

But Alex was not screaming with pain, although she felt that her anus might tear asunder. Her screams were the result of the most intense and prolonged orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her prostate was issuing ringlets of deep resonance, the walls of her anus were alight, her sphincter was a tight ring of ethereal decadence and her cock was throbbing and juddering as her scrotum contracted and her juices exploded from her body.

She fell on Mitch and kissed him viciously as he continued to jackhammer his cock in and out of her ass. She squirmed against him, licking, biting and sucking his mouth. He held her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling her nylon-sheathed thighs chafing his flanks, her panty-shrouded bottom driving into his groin, her buttocks quivering with the force of his intense fucking, the satin panties caressing his scrotum. They were locked together in the throes of ecstasy.

Slowly their fervent fucking transformed into blissful coitus and then they lay in each others arms, spent and satisfied. They were both panting. Mitch’s torso was smeared with Alex’s issue, Mitch’s juices dribbled from Alex’s sphincter despite the fact that his cock was still plugging her ass. Neither of them wanted to break the embrace. Neither of them wanted to break the silence. So they lay like that, a couplet of contentment with barely the energy to kiss each other lovingly.

The bedroom reeked of sex: the musky smell of fresh semen, the funk of Mitch’s sweat, an undercurrent of Alex’s almost cloying Dior Poison perfume, the redolent miasma a tribute to their frenzied lovemaking.

“Shall I get the wine?” Alex finally whispered after what seemed like an eternity.

“Does that mean you have to leave the bed?” Mitch chuckled.

“Not for long,” Alex caressed his cheek and smiled at him.

“It would be a shame to waste it,” she added.

“Then get it and come back to bed. And don’t take too long,” Mitch kissed the tip of her nose.

Alex climbed off Mitch, every muscle in her body aching. His cock slid from her anus and she felt a river of semen dribble out of her. She hitched up her panties to soak up the mess and put her cock away and gingerly climbed off the bed.

“There is no elegant way to do that is there,” Mitch smiled cheekily at her.

“Well it’s all your fault,” Alex picked up a pillow and threw it at him and made her escape when he reached for her.

She went into the bathroom first and cleaned between her legs and the tops of thighs. The stockings could stay on but her panties were saturated. She came out of the bathroom and found a clean pair of panties similar to the ones she had been wearing and slipped into a gossamer peignoir. She quickly dismissed any thoughts of freshening her makeup or fixing her hair. She doubted it would be worth the effort given that she could see that Mitch’s cock was becoming tumescent again. She sprayed a little perfume on herself and padded into the other room to get the wine and glasses.

They drank a glass of wine until Mitch’s ardour built to the point where he just couldn’t keep his hands off Alex. This time they didn’t just fuck; they made love, with Alex on her back, her limbs locked around Mitch’s body, holding him close to her so that she could feel his heartbeat. Their kisses were passionate but not frantic, they enjoyed the feel of their bodies melded together and they climaxed as one.

Followed by more wine. Followed by more sex.

“I better leave, it’s past midnight and we both have school tomorrow and my car is parked across the street. The busybodies are gonna talk,” Mitch began to dress then he collected his mobile phone, wallet and spare change from the bureau.

“Fuck the busybodies,” Alex said dreamily.

She was exhausted and half asleep.

Mitch kissed her cheek and was certain that Alex was asleep before he even left the bedroom. He put on his boots in the lounge room and silently closed the front door behind him.

Alex climbed into the cab of Mitch’s truck the next morning where he was parked at the back of the parking lot.

“You gotta get the heater fixed Mitch it’s freezing in here and my legs feel like icicles,” Alex rubbed her gloved hands together.

Mitch thought she looked cute in her little navy skirt with red tights and strappy Mary Janes. Her pretty face was framed by the fur hood of her coat and he leaned in and kissed her.

“Wait. You have an eyelash on your cheek,” Mitch carefully gathered the delicate black lash with his fingertip.

“Make a wish and blow,” he held it in front of her face on the pad of fingertip.

Alex closed her eyes, made her wish, and blew softly and the eyelash fluttered away. Mitch had never seen her look so beautiful and defenceless and he kissed her on the tip of her nose.

“What did you wish for?” he grinned at her.

“I can’t tell you otherwise it wont come true,” Alex smiled at him mischievously.

“Am I in it?” Mitch returned the smile.

“I’m not telling,” Alex teased him.

“Can I come around after work?” Mitch asked.

“I’m going to the gym but I’ll stop at the grocery on the way home. Is there anything you want particularly for dinner?” Alex asked.

“You in your gym tights,” Mitch grinned at her.

“You're insatiable. I could barely walk this morning,” they both blushed.

“Ok. You want to keep this on the DL so you go first,” Mitch reached across to release the door latch for her.

“Fuck the DL. I’m not scared to be seen with you unless you don’t want to be seen with me,” Alex swallowed.

Mitch kissed her quickly and hopped out of the truck and came around her side and he opened her door for her. They walked hand in hand through the parking lot until they came to the cleared pathway that led to the school entrance where they continued to walk side by side.

None of this was lost on Karen Allbright who was necking with Chad Pemberton in his car.

The Karens approached Alex just before drama class. They were waiting for her in the auditorium which doubled as the theatre.

“Quite the catch Walmart. You were seen at the carnival with Mitch Bellingham and now you guys are kissing in the parking lot, holding hands and behaving all lovey dovey. How long as this been going on?” Karen Allbright asked but her tone wasn’t grating; if anything it was flattering.

Alex ruminated before she replied. She had a truce with The Karens and did not want to jeopardise it by lying. Karen had even said that if Alex hadn’t presented herself as a dowdy loner on the first day of school she might have even considered letting her join their little entourage, which Alex would never have done in any event but it was complimentary.

“We met when he helped me when I tripped and fell during the cross country tryouts,” Alex answered.

“Yeah, sorry about that Alex,” Karen smirked.

There wasn’t a hint of remorse in Karen’s apology but as far as she could recall this was the first time that Karen had called her ‘Alex’ instead of something belittling.

“A little while later he asked me out on a date and things kinda just took their natural course,” Alex blushed a little.

“But not until after he sucker-punched Denton at the country club,” Felicity Lichfield hissed.

Karen turned on Felicity and gave her indignant glare, basically signalling to Felicity to drop it. There was no doubt who was the supreme leader of their little clique.

“Is it true what they say? Rick said that he’s seen Mitch naked in the locker room and that he’s hung like a horse,” Constance Dupree joined in.

“He dated Bridget Cooper for a little while and she kinda walked a little bow-legged while they were together,” all The Karens laughed at that.

“Hope you bought some lubricant honey. You don’t want your pussy getting wrecked. Rick has already told me that I’m having caesareans when we have kids because he’s not into loose pussies,” Constance giggled, not realising that her little joke said a lot about Rick Macklin’s attitude to feminism and fidelity.

“Let’s not badger our new friend,” Karen guided the conversation to safer ground.

“I see Vogel made you assistant stage director. Me and my girls all have leading roles so make sure you treat us right and get the best out of us. Also, be careful about Vogel, especially if he tries to get you alone,” Karen warned.

“Mitch said something about rumours that he has a casting couch in his office and that he was sweet on me but I was sure that he was joking,” Alex replied, shocked that Karen would say such a thing.

“Look, Vogel is careful. He’d never come onto a girl whose family has power and influence and is confident enough to kick him in the balls and report him. If the rumours are true, he preys on the weak and defenceless or those willing to offer him something sweet to get the grade they want,” Karen continued.

“We noticed right away that Vogel had his eye on you. But that was when you were getting around like a bike-riding pauper and looked and dressed like a street urchin. Now that you're out there flaunting your good looks and prosperity he will likely leave you alone,” Karen ameliorated her previous warning.

“Anyway, I’ll do my best to ensure that the production is the best it can be and any help I can give you girls, just ask,” Alex said in a conciliatory tone.

“Well that’s great to hear,” Karen’s smile seemed genuine.

“And congratulations on getting the lead,” Alex smiled pleasantly at Karen.

“Well for now at least. Maybe I can cop a feel of your boyfriend in the love scenes and see if the rumours are true,” Karen winked at Alex.

“Just joking. Mitch Bellingham isn’t my type. He’s handsome enough but he’s from the wrong side of the tracks,” Karen actually reached out and patted Alex affectionately on the arm.

“Ok. Enough bullshit. What we really wanted to talk to you about are some suggestions we have regarding our roles and about the numbers we will be performing,” Karen became suddenly serious.

It had already been decided that during the musical numbers the choreography would be simple and the actors would lip-synch rather than sing live. The numbers would be injected into the play at key points during the play and being an amateur production they could use the works of established commercial performers. The actors, sound techs and the production team would recommend which songs to use but Mister Vogel would have the final say. It was important that the songs be a commentary device to progress the play. Afterall it was a farce aimed at parodying romcoms.

Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield cornered Alex and handed her a list of songs that they thought would be appropriate for the scenes they were in and went on to explain, in no uncertain terms, why they were perfect. Karen Allbright drifted away and took out her script and studied it.

It was not lost on Alex that Karen had said ‘well for now at least’ when Alex congratulated her on getting the lead.

Mitch was talking animatedly with Alex Vogel about his part in the production but he stole cautious glances at Alex surrounded by The Karens but Alex waved and smiled at him, indicating that all was well. Eric Vogel beckoned Karen Allbright over and talked purposely with his two leads, at various times pointing to the script and then to the stage. Alex was not at all jealous that her boyfriend would playing a romantic lead alongside her enemy. This was a production written for and by the graduating class who were all young adults but it was still high school.

There would be some kissing and body contact and the performers had signed consent forms, undersigned by their parents, and an intimacy coordinator, basically a mom appointed by the PTA with the power of veto, would be on stage during rehearsals.

Finally Mister Vogel called his cast and crew together and they began to discuss the play in earnest so they could agree on a consensus of the final script and stage directions. Rehearsals were due to start next week.

At lunchtime Alex and Mitch sat together openly in the cafeteria. Gossip about the two of them being together had run its course and no one stared at them or whispered behind their back.

“So who is Bridget Cooper?” Alex asked, surprising Mitch.

He blushed a little but answered honestly.

“She was my last girlfriend but that was quite a while ago. She left school and left Masons Peak to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. Haven’t heard from her since,” Mitch shrugged his shoulders.

“Who told you about her?” Mitch asked.

“Constance Dupree mentioned her,” Alex said matter-of-factly.

“I saw you with her in the auditorium. So you're friends with The Karens now are you?” Mitch countered.

“Karen Allbright said that she might cop a feel during one of the love scenes to see if the rumours are true that you are hung,” Alex continued to tease.

“Maybe I’ll let her,” Mitch grinned.

“She said something else that was a little strange when I congratulated her on getting the lead. She hinted that she might only have the role temporarily,” Alex said.

“I wouldn’t believe anything any of The Karens has to say. They're always plotting and conniving. Anyway, don’t worry about cooking tonight, I’d like to take you out to dinner. You pick. Somewhere special,” Mitch smiled at her.

“Would you be offended if I offered to pay or at least if we went Dutch? I know that you're saving up for college and fixing up your car,” Alex said cautiously, not wanting to offend Mitch.

“I have no problem with that at all. I’ll make it up to you later in bed,” he kissed her quickly on the cheek and they went back to their sandwiches.

Alex’s life had become somewhat idyllic. She was getting good grades, Mitch came around most nights and the sex was hot and their relationship was blooming. The Karens were off her back and she was comfortable in her own skin. Her secrets were still safe. Other than Mitch no one else in Mason’s Peak knew that she was transgender and no one knew that her uncle was also her lover.

Two things happened on the same day a week or so later that interrupted her tranquillity. The first was that Miles sent a text that he would be staying over the following weekend and the second happened in Eric Vogel’s office behind the stage in the theatre.

Alex, Eric and the lead lighting tech were placing marks on the stage for a particular scene in the play and the tech was talking to his team on a wireless mic to get the background lighting and the spotlights right. Alex was wearing her tartan skirtsuit, white long-sleeved blouse, black opaque tights, and her favourite block heeled Mary Janes with the over-arch straps. They were all carrying clipboards.

“Ok, I think we have everything we need for that scene. Alex will you accompany me to my office please I need to talk to you urgently,” Eric Vogel placed his hand in the small of Alex’s back and directed her to the steps leading down from the back of the stage.

Alarm bells started going off in Alex’s head. She had been warned about being alone with Mister Vogel. But Alex was no longer the quiet little mouse who had turned up at school on the first day. She had engaged with and won over The Karens, she’d spiked Devon Stevens foot when he’d tried to feel her up at the country club, she’d repaired her relationship with Miles Davenport and was financially comfortable and she in an was open and stable relationship with Mitch Bellingham. Alex was confident she could deal with a weasel like Eric Vogel.

“Please sit,” Eric indicated two wooden chairs set before a cluttered coffee table.

There was no casting couch of course. The only other furniture in the tiny office that probably had once been a closet was a desk, two filing cabinets and a bookcase jammed with plays and theatrical texts.

Alex kept tugging at her little pleated skirt which kept rising defiantly up her thighs because she was conscious that Eric was ogling her legs. She had buttoned the top of her blouse before she entered the office. Most of the female students were aware of Mister Vogels wondering eyes.

“I have some devastating news that might in fact work out to be in your favour,” Eric sat next to her and for once his gaze met hers rather than her tits or her legs.

“Karen Allbright has been selected as captain of the women’s alpine ski team and won’t be available to fill the lead role in the play because of the competing schedules,” Eric smiled through crooked yellowed teeth.

“She hinted to me a while ago she might have to let the role go. Now I know why,” Alex began to flit through her clipboard, grateful that she had an excuse to place something in her lap to cover her thighs.

“I guess we have two options. We recast or we move either Constance Dupree or Felicity Lichfield into the lead and Betty Faversham takes on one of the ugly sister roles,” Alex looked through the cast list.

The production had not yet assigned understudies for the lead roles.

“I think the first option fits better and I’m swayed to put you in the lead,” Eric reached out and removed Alex’s clipboard from her hands and placed it on the table.

“Mitch has the male lead and its no secret that you two are dating. The chemistry is already there and you’ve proved yourself to be a fine actress, in fact I’m surprised that you didn’t try out for a part in the play,” Eric patted her knee.

“I think you would be perfect,” his fingers circled her kneecap and then began to slowly slide up her leg.

“I don’t know if I have the chops for it Mister Vogel,” Alex put her hand over his, preventing him from slipping it under her skirt.

“I want you to do it,” Eric removed Alex’s hand and slipped it under her skirt; his breathing was erratic and Alex could see the bulge in his trousers.

Alex took her hand away and let Mister fondle her thighs. His ragged fingernails snagged her nylon-lycra tights. She smiled at him sweetly and put her hand in his groin and stroked his hard phallus through his trousers and Eric smiled and sighed.

His sigh became a muffled scream when Alex gripped his balls and squeezed them tightly.

“I don’t think Ms Applebee will be terribly happy if I told her that you put your hand up my skirt. I’m sure Mitch Bellingham won’t be. And my uncle, Miles Davenport, will be furious,” Alex leaned in so that her face was only an inch from Eric Vogel’s and she nearly recoiled at the stink of his breath.

“Have you heard of Miles Davenport Mister Vogel?” she gave his testicles a vicious twist.

Eric Vogel nodded frantically, his face bright red, his eyes bulging with the intensity of the pain.

“He is a very rich and powerful man and I’m sure that he has people in his employ who could crush you like the bug you are. Do you understand?” Alex gave his balls another twist.

“I’ll think about taking the part but if you ever touch me or any of the other girls again, you might find yourself without this appendage,” Alex gave Eric Vogel’s junk one final vicious yank and then let go.

She left him rolling on the carpet in agony as she exited his office with her clipboard in hand and a smile on her face.

Alex decided that she would tell on one the details about her encounter with Mister Vogel, not even Mitch Bellingham, instead she sought out The Karens. She found them huddled together in the student lounge.

“Congratulations again. This time for making captain of the women’s ski team,” Alex seated herself across from The Karens.

“Vogel told me that you can no longer play the lead in the play and he offered it to me. I won’t take it without your blessing. Maybe Constance or Felicity should take the part,” Alex decided to be up front.

Constance and Felicity both began to yammer about how they should get the part. It was rightfully one of them who should step up they reasoned.

“No! You two are perfectly cast. I think Alex should take the lead. It makes sense. She’s the better actress and with Mitch as the leading man it makes perfect sense,” Karen silenced her acolytes.

“Thank you Karen. Sorry ladies but Karen is right. See you on stage,” Alex arose and walked away listening to The Karens bickering in the background.

“Fuck you Walmart!” Felicity Lichfield called after her but she was silenced by Karen Allbright.

“Shut up you screaming harpies! Don’t you see we have the bitch exactly where we want her. She’s so smug and self confident now but on opening night we will make her pay,” Karen hissed.

“I get it. We Carrie her!” Constance squealed.

“And we have plenty of time to figure out how we are going to do it,” Karen added.

Alex found Mister Vogel in the auditorium where he was talking to the stagehands and advised him that she would take the role of Alice in the play. Eric nodded curtly, either unwilling or too ashamed to engage with Alex after what had transpired in his office. She went searching for Mitch and gave him the good news. She waited until they went to dinner to tell him that Miles was coming to visit.

“Uncle Miles is arriving on Friday and staying the weekend,” Alex began the uncomfortable conversation.

“So?” Mitch looked a little quizzical.

“Well, he insists on staying at my townhouse so…” Alex let Mitch join the dots.

“I thought your uncle was some rich asshole. Why isn’t he staying in a hotel?” Mitch countered.

“Like a lot of rich assholes, he got rich by counting his pennies and he figures that as he’s paying for my digs so why not stay with me. He’s a little controlling that way,” Alex explained.

“But you only have one bedroom,” Mitch looked puzzled and Alex scrambled.

“The couch turns into a sofa-bed and he thinks he’s some kinda martyr for sleeping there. He’s really a nice guy Mitch and he’ll want to spend most of the weekend doing things with me,” Alex shuddered inwardly at the double entendre.

“As it turns out I was about to tell you that I have to take my mom to visit her sister down in the Twin Cities this weekend. Some kind of family reunion that I was hoping to get out of but now I won’t feel so bad about it,” Mitch smiled and stroked Alex’s arm reassuringly.

“Does your uncle know about us?” Mitch asked.

The look on Alex’s face answered his question.

“It’s complicated Mitch. I’ll tell him about us this weekend and you can meet him next time he comes to town,” Alex smiled at Mitch and leaned in and kissed him softly and the conversation about family was forgotten as they spoke excitedly about acting together in the play.

*****

Miles Davenport left the office early on Friday and took his jet to Masons Peak. He picked up his rental car and drove to Alex’s townhouse with the intention of surprising her with his early arrival. He let himself in and put his carryon in the bedroom and placed a number of packages on the dining table; presents for Alex.

He knew instantly that someone else had been in the house. There was just something about the place. He could sense another male presence and there were subtle changes in the way the place was arranged. He went snooping and found two sets of flatware and cutlery in the dishwasher. The carpet in front of the couch showed wear on both sides. Under the vanity in the bathroom he found a man’s toiletry bag that was definitely not his. Alex had laid out Miles’ toiletries on the countertop in anticipation of her uncle’s arrival.

She had changed the sheets and put out fresh towels but an inspection of the laundry basket revealed two damp towels and a set of sheets that reeked of Alex’s perfume and sex. His niece had made an half-assed attempt to cover her deceit. Miles poured himself a drink and made himself comfortable.

He blamed himself. Miles had felt betrayed at Alex when she’d moved away from him to Minnesota, even though he realised it was necessary. He punished her by taking away her car, reducing her income and putting her in the tiny townhouse but later he had felt sorry for her and he had made it up to her by increasing her allowance and leasing her the flashy Mini. He had been instrumental in turning her from a frumpy hermit into a beautiful extrovert who he had paraded around the country club. It was inevitable that some handsome horny man would latch onto her. Someone who had no problem with her gender identity or maybe someone who had a preference for trans women.

When Alex came home from school she smiled at him and ran into his arms but Miles had seen the fleeting look of panic on her face when she saw that he had arrived early. Miles pulled her into his lap kissing her savagely. He pawed at her like a bear tearing apart a carcass. He tore open her blouse and snatched at her brasserie, freeing her perky breasts. He mauled her bosom, his lips crushed against hers, his tongue lashed her mouth, almost choking her. He moved his mouth down to her breasts, sucking her areola into his mouth, his tongue lashing her nipple then he nipped at the tender teat.

Miles was always hot for her when he arrived and their lovemaking was often frenzied but this was primal. It was like he wanted to punish her. It was just like when he surprised her on the first day of school and raped her against the breakfast bar, although Alex had finally capitulated and it turned into an angry revenge fuck. Alex wasn’t stupid. She guessed that this was exactly that; a revenge fuck. Miles had somehow found out about Mitch.

Luckily for Alex she knew that Miles would want sex as soon as he arrived and anticipating his need she had taken the necessary precautions. The last period of the day had been physical education and most of the girls had gone home in their sports attire but Alex showered the locker room and had taken care of the necessities. Which was just as well because Miles soon tired of assaulting her breasts and he pushed her off him pushed her face down onto the couch. He drove her face into the cushions as he held her down and hiked up her skirt exposing her ass.

“Hey take it easy! Let’s go into the bedroom,” Alex tried to struggle free but Miles would not relent.

Alex might have been athletic but she was no match for Miles’ brute strength and bulk. He ripped off her blouse and panties and snagged a hole in her pantyhose. He shucked his trousers down to his ankles and climbed onto the couch and without hesitating he drove his cock all the way inside her. Alex screamed into the cushion.

“Shut up and take it!” Miles hissed as he began to plunder her anus.

If not for the lubricant Alex that had pushed inside herself after the shower, the pain would likely have been unimaginable but Alex was able to force herself to relax her sphincter and anus and she lay passively still whilst Miles fucked her viciously. Her pleasure centres began to tingle as the pain abated and she was able to tolerate the assault on her ass.

“How do you like that you whore! You’ve been fucking men in the bed I pay for,” Miles bellowed as he slammed his cock in and out his niece’s tight anus.

He withdrew his cock all the way out of her and then slammed it into her, repeatedly re-entering her. He knew that Alex didn’t like this because by doing so it forced air into her anus and caused her to queef which she found embarrassing. He didn’t care. He was punishing her.

“I’m not a whore!” Alex cried out to no avail.

Miles twisted Alex’s wrist behind her back and dragged her into a kneeling position and pulled on her hair, lifting her face. He forced her legs apart and pushed himself back inside her and began to jackhammer his cock in and out of her slick passage. He watched her buttocks quiver every time he thrust forward and ground his pubis into her flawless ivory haunches, her glossy pantyhose stimulating his aching scrotum.

Alex could hear Miles’ ragged breathing and felt droplets of his sweat on her back. Her anus felt like it was being ravaged by a reptilian organ. Miles’ cock was not as big as Mitch’s but Alex thought that it was hardest and most engorged that she had ever felt it. Despite his efforts to defile his niece, Alex was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Miles’ engorged manhood sliding in and out of her. Her sphincter and prostate were afire with lustful craving. Her breasts were tingling, her nipples erect and sensitive and when Miles let go of her wrist and savagely mauled her left breast she moaned. Her squeals and squawks incited Miles to fuck her harder. To punish her.

But suddenly Miles was overcome with regret and self-loathing. Why was he punishing his young niece for doing what came naturally to her? Who was he to decide what was right and what was wrong; a man who unashamedly chewed his way through a succession of mistresses and concubines. He paused mid-thrust.

“I’m sorry Alex, please forgive me,” Miles let go of her breast.

“Don’t you dare stop now! I’m so close,” Alex wriggled her buttocks invitingly and placed Miles’ hand back on her aching breast.

Alex’s cock was straining against the nylon gusset of her pantyhose. It was rampant, almost inflamed, leaking precum in a continual stream. The nerves in her sphincter were afire with delectation, her prostate pulsed and the synapses in her erogenous zones fizzed and sparked. She and Mitch ‘made love’. There was affection, respect and tenderness involved. They seldom, if ever, just ‘fucked’. Whereas Miles sometimes liked to get down and dirty and just bend Alex over and slake his desires as they eked carnal pleasure from each others bodies just for the lasciviousness of it. Just raw, unbridled sex.

Also, deep down inside, Alex believed that she deserved what she was getting. She’d had plenty of time to tell her uncle about her relationship with Mitch and had deliberately held back the information and even attempted to hide Mitch’s presence in the house.

“What?” Miles was perplexed, his cock still half buried inside his niece.

“Fuck me please Uncle Miles,” Alex pleaded in a sissy baby-voice she seldom used.

“Oh, you bitch!” Miles tweaked her nipple and spanked her ass with his free hand.

Then her gripped her hips with both hands and began to fuck her violently.

He felt Alex’s anus tighten and release around his bloated organ as he thrust it in out of her. She bucked and wriggled and pushed back against him, uttering obscenities as she worked herself into an orgasmic paroxysm. She gripped her cock, encased in the sheer nylon-lycra of her pantyhose, and whipped her hand back and forth in time with Miles’ thrusts. She wanted to time her orgasm to coincide with his. The sleek, silky pantyhose rubbing on her cock felt delightful and she hoped she could hold back until Miles came.

Miles dug his fingers into the fleshy pads of Alex’s hips and pulled her ass back against him as hard as he could and his cock exploded deep in her anus. Alex moaned when she felt her uncle’s cock judder inside her, releasing his scalding seed. She wailed and sobbed as her climax peaked and her creamy load jetted from her throbbing cock, saturating her pantyhose. Miles continued to fuck Alex even as she collapsed on the coach, he lay on top her feeling her body shake and listened to her moans as she orgasmed while his cock continued to fill her clenching void with his glutinous spend.

Alex sobbed into the cushions as her orgasm peaked and subsided and Miles lay on top of her unmoving. They lay like that in post-orgasmic bliss for a while and then Miles pulled his cock out of her battered rectum and rolled her over. Alex queefed loudly as he did so. There was no smell, her innards were immaculately clean but it was loud. They both laughed at the ‘fanny-fart’ and it broke the tension between them. Miles cuddled her and rained down kisses on his niece’s sweet mouth and held her tenderly.

“I'm sorry I was so rough and that I called you a whore,” Miles stroked her hair.

“You know what? I needed that. Now let me be honest with you,” Alex went on to tell him all about Mitch.

She explained how she had first met Mitch during the cross country, the incident at the country club and their first date at the fun fair. She didn’t go into details about the sex, there was no need to punish her uncle, but she told him about how they were seeing each other regularly.

“I have no right to be jealous. When you lived in Florida I kept you under my thumb. I knew that when you moved up here that you would spread your wings that’s why I punished you. Then I saw that you were living like a frumpy hermit and I insisted on changing you back into the beauty that you always were and parading you around. It’s because of my ego that this has happened,” Miles sighed.

“That’s not completely true. Whilst I was happy to spend my senior year alone and trying my best to look unattractive, I have to admit that now that I have Mitch and to some extent a social life, I have never been happier. I’m halfway through my senior year and still haven’t decided where I will go to college but it won’t be here. It’s too cold,” Alex smiled at her uncle.

“Do you love him?” Miles asked.

Alex paused. Neither she nor Mitch had used the ‘L’ word. In fairy tales princesses fell in love with their Prince Charming as soon as they met but what Alex wasn’t living a fairy tale. She had never dated a boy other than Mitch and they would both be going to different colleges. Alex was not about to turn away her uncle’s riches and Mitch was still struggling to make enough money for his college education and had hinted that he wanted to stay close to his mom.

“I think we are what they call friends with benefits,” Alex replied cautiously.

Alex and Miles spent a lazy weekend together, hopping in and out of bed when the mood took them. They walked around town, went to the cinema and had lunch out. They chatted about school and Miles was proud that Alex was performing well academically and that she had the lead in the play. He realised that Alex was about to enter full womanhood and that his hold over her would eventually slip when she went to college and went on to find her place in the world. He knew that whilst she remained financially dependent on him she would do pretty much anything he asked. But the clock was ticking.

He felt little pangs of jealousy whenever Alex received a text from Mitch or went into her bedroom to talk to him on the phone but as he had told Alex, he had no real cause to be jealous. Miles was promiscuous but other than her uncle and Mitch, Alex had no other sex partners. He supposed he could punish her if he wanted: take way the car, reduce her allowance, move her into a hovel, but why? He realised that he loved Alex more like a daughter than a niece. But that wasn’t going to prevent him from fucking her. She was just too young and beautiful and amazing in bed.

Miles left for Miami the same day that Mitch returned from The Cities and Mitch stayed over and they were hot for each other after the short absence. They ate in and practiced their lines for the play.

*****

Mitch’s work schedule began to pick up as winter began to morph into spring. Mr Alvirez offered Mitch extra hours which Mitch was obliged to take. Coming from a single parent family with a working class background, Mitch was reliant on the wages he earned working after school and on weekends. The extended Bellingham family assisted his mother as much as they could and their contributions paid the exorbitant school fees demanded by Masons Peak High School but there was little left over for his college fund.

Alex had offered to help, thinking that she might be able to convince Miles to pay Mitch’s college tuition fees but Mitch had baulked at the proposal and they had argued over it. Mitch was a proud young man and accused Alex of offering him charity so Alex backed off. Anyway, Alex noticed that Mitch seemed a little more financially comfortable. He’d fixed the heater in his truck, in fact the truck was nearly fully restored and Mitch didn’t flinch every time he picked up the check in a restaurant. His wardrobe had also improved, however he still sported his bad boy look of ripped and faded jeans and scuffed leather jacket. It was just that now the ripped jeans were fashion label not Walmart.

They still spent most of their free time together and as they both had leads in the school play they also spent a lot of time together at school rehearsing. Eric Vogel had heeded Alex’s warning and was the epitome of decorum and threw all of his efforts into actualising the play. The class had finally agreed on a title: Beyond The Boardroom with the subtitle A Modern Fairytale. Vogel hounded the school board for money and used his contacts in the community so that the play wouldn’t be put together on a shoestring.

The costume department encouraged the students parents to dig out any eighties fashion items they might have squirrelled away in their attics and scoured thrift shops and online boutiques to put together an authentic wardrobe. Slimline power suits for the male performers and form-fitting skirt-suits for the females. The trope of women arriving at work dressed in their skirt-suits and wearing sneakers then changing into the high heels they carry in their handbags was perceptualized the opening scene of the play.

The eighties romcom theme continued throughout the parody.

In the opening scene the office workers mimed along to Dolly Parton’s Nine to Five as they danced onto the stage and sat at their desks and changed their shoes in an office equipped with period computers, phones and fax machines. The three women: Alice, Natasha and Bree continued to dance around the office wearing their heels, then sat down abruptly when Mitch Bellingham, in the role of Aaron Pruitt, a smarmy executive comes into the office. He challenges the girls to devise a novel business proposal because the Board has been advised that it needs to place more women in management. The office girl who comes up with the best idea will be promoted to an executive position.

Later scenes included Alice’s coworkers, Natasha and Bree played by Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield trying to use their feminine wiles on Aaron Pruitt while Alice beavered away putting together a business plan that will make the fictious firm a hefty profit. When Natasha and Bree’s advances are rejected by Aaron Pruitt they steal Alice’s work and present is their own.

Alice and Aaron go on one date which ends disastrously after they have kissed but Alice rejects Aaron’s advances because of the conflict of interest. But Aaron has fallen for her and proves to the Board of Directors that Alice’s work has been stolen and points out to the Board that there is no way that Natasha and Bree could have come up with the profitable business plan and that Alice’s hallmarks are all over it.

Alice is unaware of this incident and is crestfallen because Natasha and Bree have accused Alice of stealing their work. In the final scene Alice is seen sitting at her desk packing her personal belongings into a cardboard box assuming that she about to be fired when Aaron Pruitt enters the office and tells her that Natasha and Bree have been fired and that Alice should take the cardboard box to her new office next door to Aaron’s.

Cue sappy embrace and lingering kiss.

“Christ this is corny,” Mitch commented waving the script at Alex who was sitting beside him in the theatre watching a scene that neither of them are in.

The production was now in full dress rehearsal with opening night imminent.

“Vogel says it’s supposed be corny. It’s a satire on romcoms and the trope that women can’t elevate themselves without the help of a man,” Alex replied.

“At least I get to see you dressed in that skirt-suit and heels. You look foxy when you're dressed as Alice,” Mitch snuck a quick grope of her thigh in the dark of the auditorium.

As well as finding appropriate eighties fashion, the makeup department had styled wigs in voluminous poofs and updos for the female actors. Alex’s stage makeup was heavy and dramatic: heavy eyeliner and mascara, loud eyeshadow, rouged cheekbones and red lipstick. Her costume jewellery was big and clunky and she wore either polka-dot or faux-seamed, patterned pantyhose for her part. Although the audience would never smell it, Alex also wore her exotically cloying Dior Poison perfume.

“I have a head for business and a body for sin,” Alex did a perfect Tess McGill impersonation using the same breathy, little girl inflection as Melanie Griffith.

It sent an erotic shiver through Mitch’s body causing him to become semi-erect.

“You, look like a slimy eighties James Spader,” Alex removed his hand and poked him in the ribs.

“But hot right? The kinda sleazy guy you might spend the night with but not tell your girlfriends about,” Mitch chuckled.

“Maybe, but I think we’re past that juncture. You're the sleazy guy I spend the night with but everybody knows I do,” Alex poked him again.

Mitch just snickered but said nothing.

“When are we due back on stage?” Mitch asked, looking at the faux Rolex he wore for the part.

“Not for an hour at least. If Constance Dupree keeps fucking up her lines and tripping over her feet maybe longer,” Alex commented.

“Good. Come with me,” Mitch gripped Alex’s wrist and eased her out of her seat and down the aisle.

He led Alex backstage, almost dragging her along, causing her to totter on her heels. He opened the janitor’s closet, pushed Alex inside and closed the door and braced a mop against the door to prevent anyone entering.

“You’ve got to be kidding?” Alex realised Mitch’s intent.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in that little power suit ever since I first saw you in it,” Mitch whispered and pushed Alex up against the wall and pressed his body against her.

“You can’t be serious Mitch. If we get caught we’ll be expelled and this is a costume for the play. Wardrobe will want it back at the end of the day unsullied by sex juices,” Alex breathed but she had to admit that she was turned on by the audacity of what Mitch was proposing.

“We don’t have much time. Turn around,” Mitch spun Alex around and pushed her against the wall.

She felt Mitch unbuckle his pants and drop them around his ankles and before she could protest Mitch lifted her little skirt out of the way and began to rub his cock on her buttocks which she had to admit felt kinda nice and naughty.

“Don’t you get cum on this suit,” Alex gasped as Mitch slipped his cock inside the leghole of her panties and pressed it into the crease of her backside.

He sighed wickedly as his cock rubbed against her pantyhose swaddled ass. Alex found herself becoming uncomfortably erect. She had taken the precaution of taping her tuck whenever she was in costume because the skirts she had to wear as Alice were so short.

“Oh god that feels amazing,” Mitch was overwhelmed with lust.

He pressed his body against Alex’s curvy form, his cock fretting against her pantyhosed ass, his hands cupping her breasts through her blouse, her perfume almost overpowering in the tiny room incited his desire. He nuzzled her neck as he rutted against her. He put his hands on her hips and kicked her heels apart.

“What are you doing?” Alex hissed but she didn’t fight him off.

“Were gonna get caught! You're gonna make a mess on my costume!” Alex whispered angrily.

“Not if we’re careful babe,” Mitch nipped her ear.

He slipped his fingers inside her panties and tore away her tucking tape and snagged a little hole in her pantyhose adjacent to where his cock was pressed into her sphincter.

“No!” Alex rasped.

Mitch searched the shelves of the closet and saw what he was looking for. There was a squeeze bottle of moisturising hand cleaner on a shelf and Mitch pumped the trigger on the bottle squeezing a little of the emollient onto his hand. When Mitch removed his penis from inside her panties Alex thought that Mitch had seen reason but what she couldn’t see was that Mitch was lubricating his hard phallus with the balm.

Ensuring that Alex’s skirt was hiked up well out of the way he yanked her panties down a little and drove his cock inside the hole of her pantyhose and slipped it inside Alex’s tight rectum.

“Oh you bastard!” Alex yelped as Mitch filled her void with his magnificent specimen of manhood.

She had no choice but to try her best to relax her sphincter so that she could fully accommodate his immense organ. The damage had been done and there was no stopping Mitch now. Besides it was kinky as hell being pressed against the wall of this dingy closet dressed as Alice, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her long shapely legs sheathed in the glossy pantyhose with black polka dot pattern, Mitch’s groin pressed against her soft buttocks, his shaft buried in her aching asshole.

“Be quick,” Alex hissed, sounding annoyed but opening her legs a little wider and arching her back and wriggling her buttocks invitingly.

Mitch didn’t reply. He was raptured by the feel of Alex’s tight anus girding his aching phallus, her ass pressing into his groin, his scrotum grazing the sheer nylon. He gripped her hips and began to thrust in and out of her snug channel.

Alex bit her hand to stop herself crying out. It was so immorally decadent and wrong to be doing what they doing, where they were doing it, and the feel of Mitch’s big cock slamming in and out of her anus, pressing on her prostate, stimulating her sphincter drove her into a orgiastic paroxysm. She could hear the ‘thwok’, ‘thwok’, ‘thwok’, sounds as Mitch held her tight and jackhammered his cock in and out of her rectum. She took herself in hand and stroked her cock in time with Mitch’ thrusts.

She felt Mitch’s cock judder inside her whilst at the same time she released her issue, drenching her pantyhose, stifling a lecherous moan. Mitch pushed her hard against the wall, pressing his body against hers. She could feel his muscled torso through the suit, feel his cock quivering inside her, feel his breath on her neck, his breathing erratic. She could smell his manliness, his cologne and the stench of his semen as it dribbled from her anus and soaked her nylons.

“Don’t tell me that you didn’t like that,” Mitch whispered in her ear.

“It was amazing Mitch but what do we do now?” she turned her head sideways so that Mitch could kiss the side of her mouth, his cock still rampant inside her.

Mitch began to tear sheets off the roll of WypAll heavy duty wipes from the dispenser screwed to the wall. He slapped a wad of the towelettes into Alex’s hand and held one in place next to her sphincter as he slowly withdrew his penis. He caught the goop that dribbled from her sphincter as his cock retracted from her puckered bud. Then he took more sheets and wiped her ass and then his cock and dumped them in the trash receptacle in the corner of the closet while Alex dabbed at her cock and her nylons, drying them as best she could.

“You're such a romantic Mitch,” Alex smiled wickedly at him as she turned around.

They kissed and then adjusted their clothing.

“I’ll go back to wardrobe and get a new package of pantyhose. If anyone asks I’ll say I snagged my nylons. I need to fix my makeup too,” Alex smirked at him.

“And I’ll go and get us coffees from the cafeteria. We’ll meet back in the theatre and no one will know what we’ve been up to,” Mitch removed the mop that was jammed against the door and opened it a peek.

Seeing the coast was clear he ushered Alex out ahead of him and closed the closet door. In the corridor they checked to see if there was any evidence of their tryst on their clothing. Mitch had a tiny puddle of splooge on the toe of his shoe and he wiped it off. He couldn’t help himself and pinched Alex on the ass as she turned to go in the opposite direction from him towards the ladies dressing room.

*****

The Karens, with the help of their boyfriends, prowled the overhead gantries above the stage while the auditorium was vacant and soon realised their plan to ‘Carrie’ Alex during the play wouldn’t work. Not only were the mechanics of situating a bucket of pigs blood so that it would topple and empty its contents on Alex almost impossible, there was no way they could be certain that Alex would actually be standing under the bucket. The actors had ‘marks’ where they needed to stop and stand to deliver their lines, but the nature of the play was such that the marks were not exact.

“Don’t worry about it. I have a far better plan,” Karen Allbright assured her co-conspirators.

“Constance, I need you to bribe Colin Brentman, our minion computer nerd, again,” Karen turned to her friend.

“Yuck! The last time he insisted that I give him the panties I was wearing as well as the money,” Constance screwed up her face.

“I don’t care if you have to blow him, in fact that might be a good idea. We need him to make our plan work,” Karen said insistently.

“Now… this what we are going to do…” Karen explained her plan and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield’s faces lit up with maleficent delight.

Two Weeks Before Graduation

The last weeks of school were busy. Beyond The Boardroom - A Modern Fairytale had a moderately successful short run, although the farcicality of it was lost on most of the audience who just enjoyed it a musical romcom which was exactly what Eric Vogel didn’t want. Eric was summoned before the school board and advised to stick to the classics for next year’s play.

With graduation looming, everyone’s attention turned to the prom. Karen Allbright was head of the prom committee of course and the rest of The Karens and their boyfriends were also members, along with a smattering of flunkies that The Karens delegated the more mundane jobs to such as managing the budget and fundraising, decorations, invitations and so on. Of course Karen executed her power of veto and her controlling nature ensured that everything was planned the way The Karens wanted.

Alex had been accepted at the University of Miami, which accepted only around eighteen percent of the applicants, most of whom were affluent. It was a prestigious school and Uncle Miles had promised Alex a luxury apartment close to the campus, a nice car and a generous stipend to live on. He was delighted that Alex was coming back to Miami. More importantly for Alex, as a private institution, the university did not need to comply with raft of anti LGBTQ legislation being pushed by The Right, although Alex had not yet decided whether or not she would even come out as transgender at college.

Mitch had been accepted at three highly rated colleges in Minnesota but funding was an issue. He refused to discuss his financial situation with Alex and whenever she hinted that perhaps she could approach her uncle for assistance he became angry.

They both realised that their relationship was approaching a crossroad. Mitch wanted to go to college close to his mom and Alex was not prepared to give up the lifestyle that Miles assured her was hers if she came back to Florida. Mitch had not invited Alex home to meet his mom and Alex had no intention of introducing Mitch to Miles. When Miles came to Masons Peak to visit Alex, Mitch stayed away. The relationship worked because they enjoyed each other’s company and they had the same temperament. It also helped that they had a very healthy and active sex life and Mitch had accepted and even relished Alex’s transgender attributes.

The prom committee, at The Karens insistence, had accepted a black tie formal theme for the prom. Proposals that involved elaborate fantasy, fairytale and Hollywood themes had been vetoed and Karen Allbright had nearly had a seizure when some clown proposed an ‘under the sea’ theme. The Masons Peak Country Club had graciously offered their large function room for the venue free of charge and would pick up the tab for food and beverages. This also meant that alcohol would be served but the chaperones would keep a sharp eye out for anyone abusing the privilege. Of course Karen Albright’s father’s board membership and his influence with the town council had played no small part in the country club’s generosity.

“Will you be my date for the prom?” Mitch asked Alex over dinner out one of Masons Peak’s better restaurants.

Alex smiled and blushed. She wasn’t sure if Mitch intended attending the prom and she wasn’t sure that she would attend either. She had only been at the school for a year and she had tried to remain a wallflower for half of it until she had been coerced out of her shell, made peace with The Karens and had become somewhat of a celebrity due to her academic and sporting achievements and playing the female lead in the school play. However she felt a little like an interloper and imposter and she and Mitch tended to keep to themselves.

“I wasn’t sure if we were going to boycott the prom or not,” Alex played with her food.

“Hell no! I want my girl to be the envy of everyone there. I want to dance with you and have all the other guys jealous of me. This might be our last chance to kick up our heels before graduation,” Mitch reached across the table and took her hand.

Graduation loomed like a storm on the horizon, closing in quickly. They had still not decided what would happen to their relationship after graduation and neither of them had used the word ‘love’ in relation to the other.

“Of course I will,” Alex squeezed his hand.

Alex was careful not to use her financial advantage to embarrass Mitch. She could easily have paid for a bespoke tuxedo for him to wear and hired a limousine to take them to the venue. Instead Mitch picked Alex up in his 2005 Dodge Ram pickup, which was now faithfully restored, wearing a hired tux. As was the custom he waited at the door for Alex, even though he spent as much time in her apartment as he could and had his own key.

“You look beautiful Alex,” Mitch kissed her cheek, careful not to spoil her makeup.

Mitch might have been frugal in his prom related expenses but Alex refused to curtail her extravagance for their special date and had spent hours having her hair coiffed and makeup perfected at the beauty salon. She wore her hair up. The white gold necklace with the large emerald pendant nestled in her decolletage and the matching earrings dangled from her earlobes. She was wearing a floor-length blue satin gown. It was long-sleeved, low-cut and split to the hip on one side. Every time she took a step her long shapely legs were revealed, sheathed in glossy sheer nylons. She had spent hours practicing walking and dancing in the five-inch high heeled pumps she had bought to go with the dress.

“Thank you,” Alex smiled at him and extended her wrist so that he could attach the corsage he had bought for her: pink sweetheart roses embellished with baby’s breath.

She fixed the red rose boutonnière she had acquired for him to his lapel

She leaned in and kissed him passionately and he held her tight, careful not to wrinkle her dress or spoil her accessories. She fixed her lipstick in the car, silently cursing having to climb into the cramped truck rather than having a chauffeur help her into a limo where she could extend her legs and maybe sip a glass of champagne on the way to the country club. At least Mitch helped her out of the cab and positioned himself such that her modesty remained in tact as she exited the truck with the skirt of her gown wide open, although Mitch seemed to admire the view. A valet whisked away Mitch’s truck and Mitch took her hand and led her to the entrance which had been specially decorated for the evening.

Karen Allbright had insisted that the prom committee form a receiving line at the entrance to the country club to greet the partygoers. It was also her way ensuring she received accolades and gratitude for organising the prom, boosting her already overinflated ego.

“Welcome Alex you look absolutely stunning, so far removed from the dowdy recluse who turned up on the first day of school,” Karen smiled at Alex and leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Alex was unsure if Alex was being truly complimentary or sarcastic but she refused to let her night be spoiled by such evil thoughts. She had to admit that Karen and her two acolytes were stunningly dressed in fashion label gowns that could have graced any runway. Chad Pemberton, Rick Macklin and Denton Stevens stood dutifully beside their girlfriends looking like statuesque penguins in their made-to-measure suits. Alex and Mitch dutifully thanked all of the committee members for their hard work for organising the event.

They found a quiet corner and Mitch went away and came back with a plate of canapes and glasses of champagne. Alex was too excited to eat but she enjoyed the cold bubbly. Some of the students who had been part of the theatre production came over and chatted briefly and Alex and Mitch were polite to them but they enjoyed it most when they were alone, dancing on the floor or just talking about the future. Both of them were careful not to spoil the night by talking about what was to become of their relationship after graduation.

At The Karens suggestion the committee had decided that not only would a prom king and queen be elected by the student body but that there would also be a ‘Prom Court’. Selection would be by e-ballot and nominations were supposed to be a reflection of the popularity of those students selected for their ‘school spirit’ and level of participation in school activities, such as clubs or sports. It had cost Constance Dupree a blowjob to entice Colin Brentman to manipulate the ballot so that The Karens actually decided who the winners would be.

The band played a final song before the announcement of the prom king and prom queen and the dancefloor cleared and the stage was set for the crowning ceremony.

It came as a surprise to no one that Karen Allbright and Chad Pemberton were elected king and queen of the prom. As the couple mounted the stairs to be crowned the band played background music and behind the stage an immense jumbotron flatscreen that ran the length of the stage and all the way to the ceiling displayed images of Karen and Chad. Chad being carried off the field on the backs of the Mason’s Peak Bobcats football team after scoring a winning touchdown. Chad in the school workshop working on some project; a streak of grease on his handsome face and sweaty locks only making him look more ruggedly handsome.

The collage continued and then switched to Karen Allbright crossing the line to win the cross country. Karen skiing down the moguls as captain of the alpine ski team. Karen thoughtfully concentrating whilst sitting at the head of the table at a prom committee meeting. Karen mid-flight in her cute outfit, leading the cheerleading team at a Bobcats football game, and so on.

When Karen and Chad were crowned and sceptred Karen took the microphone from the master of ceremonies and thanked everyone profusely for the honour bestowed upon her and Chad.

“I would now like to introduce to you the Prom Court,” she smiled sweetly into the expectant crowd.

The applause was muted when Constance Dupree, Rick Macklin, Felicity Lichfield and Denton Stevens were inducted into the Prom Court. They were introduced individually and as they walked across the dancefloor and ascended the stairs to the stage. The collage on the jumbotron changed to reflect each of their achievements; a medley of stills reflective of their school and community spirit and sporting prowess.

Constance Dupree and Rick Macklin took station to the right of the king and queen and Felicity Lichfield and Denton Stevens to the left.

“And finally I’d like to introduce the final members of the Prom Court… Alexander Plessy and Mitch Bellingham,” Karen beamed a smile in Mitch and Alex’s direction where they stood at the back of the room.

“What the fuck?” Alex was perplexed and was unable to comprehend what was happening.

Mitch took her hand firmly in his and led her towards the stage.

The collage on the jumbotron changed and all of a sudden the crowd went silent and the band stopped playing. A series of muted oohs and ahhs began to rumble around the room.

On the jumbotron a series of pictures streamed across the giant screen showing Alex on her bed dressed in sexy lingerie being buggered my Mitch Bellingham. Alex being fucked up against the breakfast bar by Mitch. Alex performing fellatio on Mitch on the couch and in his car. Alex in her ensuite shower buck naked. The collage of pornographic images continued to stream across the jumbotron as the crowd became more unsettled.

Alex felt her legs give way and she fell to floor and looked up, beseeching Mitch to help her but he just walked away and left her there. In every image on the screen, Alex’s genitals were clearly visible, often in a state of arousal. Mitch Bellingham’s face had been obscured but everyone knew that it was him in the pictures. Alex began to sob uncontrollably as she heard the maniacal laugh of The Karens coming from the stage.

Many of the attendees began to boo and hiss and yell, demanding that the slideshow stop. The chaperones ran madly to the audio-visual booth where Colin Brentman was working the laptop that controlled the system. Mary Applebee pushed him out of the way after he refused to shut down the audio-visual system. She tried to access the program controlling the collage but Colin had activated a program that locked her out. The computer science teacher couldn’t even break into the system and eventually he just ripped the power cords to the jumbotron from the wall sockets to blank the screens.

Chaos erupted and in the ensuing havoc Alex was able to stumble through the crowd and make her escape through the rear entrance. She knew who had taken those vile images. She remembered how fastidious Mitch had been about placing his mobile phone, wallet and spare change on the bureau in her bedroom. The other footage he had taken with his phone whist she was oblivious to it. She had been such a fool.

She found Mitch leaning against the wall near the rear entrance smoking a cigarette.

“Why Mitch? Why?” Alex sobbed uncontrollably.

“What did you expect? I never said I loved you… I couldn’t love you. Not how you are. You were a dalliance, an experiment, an amusement. I want a wife and children and you cant give me either. Do you really think I would marry a tranny? What were we to do, adopt a little boy or girl who would be ridiculed all their life because their mother is a freak?” Mitch studied his cigarette.

“Think about it Alex. You're a spoiled little rich girl, not much different to The Karens except that you have a cock in your panties,” Mitch continued.

“You’re rich; I’m poor and The Karens made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Karen’s father has influence. His bank is going to provide me with a scholarship for a full ride through college. They’ll probably right it off as charity but I don’t care. I was doing you a charity when I posed as your boyfriend,” Mitch showed her no pity.

“How…” Alex was lost for words.

“Karen Allbright saw us kissing in the school parking lot on the morning after our first date. She offered me five hundred dollars to get you to fall in love with me so that I could dig up any dirt on you and I took it. Remember the day I took off from school after you told me you were trans? I went to meet Karen to cut a better deal. When I told her that you were a tranny she nearly pissed her panties she was so excited,” Mitch flicked his cigarette into the arborvitae.

“When she asked me to film us fucking I asked for more money and demanded that her father award me the scholarship. I also asked her to throw in a fuck. I was banging Karen Allbright all through our phony relationship. To be fair she’s nowhere near as good as you are in bed but at least she has a cunt. That bitch hates you so much that she would have done anything to get you,” Mitch straightened his jacket and walked away.

Alex cut across the golf course, staining her prom dress as she stumbled across the fairways and tearing against the trees in the rough, until she got to the road on the other side of the twelfth fairway where she called an Uber and went home. She switched off her phone, drank half a bottle of wine and cried herself to sleep without even bothering to undress.

She awoke to find Miles Davenport sitting on the edge of the bed. He was stroking her hair and she could see that he had been crying.

“I’m so sorry Alex,” he whispered.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve cried out my self pity and replaced it with hatred and revenge,” Alex hissed.

“I was the right kind of victim: a privileged, pretty, white girl with a stellar school record but with a devastating secret. Normally the school would pull out all stops to find out who was responsible and see them brought to justice. But… although everybody knows that it’s Mitch Bellingham fucking me in those videos, unless he confesses there is no proof,” Alex sighed.

“You can bet that Colin Brentman wiped all of the digital tags off the imagery and he’ll never give up The Karens and even if he did, so what? They're The Karens!” Alex’s voice wavered.

“And as much as many of the attendees felt sorry for me for being so humiliated they will still have that feeling of schadenfreude. I was an imposter hiding my gender. The school will do everything to ensure its reputation remains untarnished and I have no stomach for making a complaint and opening up my life to the police,” Alex’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I was stupid and shallow and needy and wanted something which, if I’d thought clinically about and used my intelligence, I knew that I was never going to get. Mitchell Bellingham hid his distain for me in plain sight. He never once told me that he loved me and now I know why,” Alex said through gritted teeth.

“I now realise that you are the only person who loves me for what I am. I am effectively an orphan and you are my saviour. Yes, you make demands on me but let’s be honest. If I really wanted to I could have walked away from you but I didn’t want to. I wanted your wealth and I craved your attention,” Alex looked up at Miles, her emerald-green eyes filled with tears but also with adoration.

“What can I do?” Miles asked.

Alex leapt from the bed.

“You can fuck the Mitch Bellingham out of me. Fuck me out of this stupid dress. Fuck the sense back into me,” Alex fell on Miles.

She pushed him back on the bed and kissed him savagely, biting his lip, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She tore at his clothing, shredding open his shirt. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, tugging at his trousers and underwear, exposing his rampant penis.

“That’s what I want! A man who desires me for what I am. A man who is so obsessed with me that he keeps me as his concubine. A man who is sometimes vile and sometimes loving. A man who is honest about who he is,” Alex fell on him again, reaching for his bloated organ.

She improved his erection until it was fully turgid then she straddled him, the skirts of her mud-stained gown girding his loins.

“Take me! Tear this dress from my body, tear away my underwear. Put your cock to me and make me scream!” Alex’s face was a mask of hatred and lust.

Miles had never seen his niece so capricious, even on the day that he confronted her about Mitch Bellingham and they effectively raped each other on the couch. He grabbed the fabric of her dress at the neckline and tore at it, rendering the bodice asunder and exposing her breasts. He ripped off her brassiere and squeezed her baps in his hands, her nipples already erect like ripe berries.

He put his face to them and suckled her teats, nipping at them, hearing her moan like a slattern. Miles put his hands under her skirts and tore away her panties and ripped a hole in her pantyhose. Alex’s cock sprag free and he gripped it and stroked it, feeling it grow and dribble precum as she pushed his face away from her breasts and kissed him passionately as she raised her buttocks and positioned his cock in her puckered furrow.

She slammed her ass down hard, impaling herself on her uncle’s mighty organ. She was clean because she had been expecting post-prom sex but she was unlubricated and her uncle’s cock stretched her back passage asunder.

“Oh god that hurts!” Alex screamed but she didn’t stop fucking him.

She rose up, her tattered skirts briefly lifting free of Miles’ torso and then she drove her body back down on his cock. Miles held her by the hips as she threw back her head, screwed her eyes shut and began to rock back and forth until thankfully Miles’ pre-ejaculate lubricated her anus sufficiently so that it no longer hurt.

Alex rode her uncle like a bronco, bouncing up and down on him, driving his cock all the way inside her, her anus clutching as his throbbing member, her erect cock dribbling precum on his belly. Miles raised his upper body off the bed so that he could kiss her as he dug his fingers into her hips and guided her up and down on his rampant cock. He scooped up some of her pre-seminal fluid off his belly and rubbed it into her quivering penis, stroking her cock until he felt her body tremble.

Alex moaned into his mouth and impaled herself fully on his engorged cock and Miles felt her cock judder and then her scalding issue spatter on his belly. He stifled her screams with his mouth as he disgorged his essences inside her clutching hole. They clung to each other as they orgasmed, Miles stroking her ejaculating penis, Alex’s back passage milking Miles of his seed.

When she was done Alex lay on top of her uncle, content to feel his slowly deflating penis inside her until it plopped free of her sphincter and his juices dribbled from her puckered bud.

She suddenly became serene and dismounted; content to lie beside his with one pantyhose-sheathed leg draped across his body as she kissed him softly and sweetly.

Finally Miles dared to speak.

“What about graduation?” Miles asked.

“Fuck graduation, I’ve already been accepted into UM. They can mail me my diploma. Get me out of here today,” Alex said determinedly.

“I’ll pay those three cunts back! They’ll wish they had never met Alexandra Plessy!” Alex jumped off the bed and strode to the shower, stripping off her tattered and stained prom gown.

“And burn that fucking thing!” she bellowed over her shoulder before she slammed the bathroom door.

Alex didn’t really need to accept her diploma at graduation. Her school ‘transcript’, summarising the courses she had taken, the grades she had attained and other relevant data had already been forwarded to UM when she had applied and been accepted

Onboard Miles’ private jet Alex settled down a little once they were airborne. Miles would send flunkies to pack up Alex’s belongings, settle the lease on her townhouse and her Mini and take care of any administrative matters.

“How did you know about what happened at the prom?” Alex was curled up on a plush seat dressed in spandex leggings and a halter top.

Her hair was down and her makeup was light but she still looked stunning and Miles couldn’t take his eyes of the pretty young woman who was his niece but whom he loved like a daughter. But of course fathers shouldn’t fuck their daughters.

“You didn’t think I’d let my precious niece live so far away from me without me keeping tabs on her. I thought Mitch was a good guy and I’d rather you have a monogamous relationship with one good guy than you put out for a bunch of assholes,” Miles patted Alex’s shoulder.

“My informant had no idea that Mitch was a conspirator or what The Karens had planned for you at the prom. His instructions were to keep an eye on you from a distance and not to interfere with your private life. He called me from the prom and followed you across the golf course to make sure that you got home safely and camped outside your door until I flew in last night as soon as he called me and told me what happened,” Miles explained.

“I want to get them Miles. I want them to suffer,” Alex said through gritted teeth.

One Month After The Graduation Ceremony At Masons Peak High School

One month after graduation Karen Allbright was pulled over for a ‘routine traffic stop’ and a large trafficable amount of crack cocaine was found concealed in her car. She claimed to know nothing about the drugs and swore that they were planted. Her prosperous farther hired the best defence attorney that money could buy but the judge, some might say unduly influenced by a silent and wealthy advocate, found Karen guilty and despite the pleas of her attorney, gave her the maximum permissible sentence. He stated that he was making an example of Karen and that well educated, pretty young women from wealthy families were not above the law.

During her first week of imprisonment Karen Allbright was gang-raped by four bull dykes who made her their bitch. She never really got used to the taste of pussy but learned to live with it.

On the same night that Karen Allbright was busted, Constance Dupree was the victim of a hit-and-run driver. Her injuries were so severe that she had to walk with the aid of a stick and her face was permanently scarred. She married her physiotherapist, put on thirty pounds and had three children and raised them to be good natured and caring citizens. The driver of the hit-and-run vehicle was never brought to justice.

One month after Constance Durpee’s terrible accident Felicity Lichfield’s parents lost everything they had to a shyster with a get rich quick scheme. This included the money they had put aside for Felicity’s future. She never went to college and took a job as a sales clerk, subsidising her income by working as a callgirl. She did three rehabs before she got straight and became a devotee of her church.

Not long after these terrible tragedies occurred Alex lay in Miles’ bed, her anus delightfully sore after a strenuous lovemaking session.

“We got them good didn’t we Miles?” Alex rubbed his hairy belly.

“I got them good you mean. But yes they got what they deserved. Are you sure about Mitch Bellingham? We let him get away scot-free,” Miles stroked Alex’s thigh, which to his delight was sheathed in a sheer nylon stocking.

“I’m sure. Mitch never got his scholarship after Karen was indicted and her father was forced to resign from all of his cushy appointments. Mitch is smart and he will have figured out that what happened to The Karens was no series of unfortunate events. He’ll live his life in fear, and that’s better than any punishment we can mete out on him,” Alex circled her uncle’s bellybutton with a sharp fingernail.

“Are you still going to come work for me when you graduate college?” Miles rubbed her arm affectionately.

“I told you. I want Agatha Watson’s job,” Alex replied sulkily.

“Agatha is my casino manager. You can be her understudy and take over something just as important when you have the necessary experience,” Miles rolled over and kissed Alex on the cheek.

“I want the same salary as her, the condo you promised me and the Porsche,” Alex kissed him back.

“You want a lot Alex. You're lucky that I love you,” Miles chuckled.

“And I’m still going to fuck handsome young men whenever I feel like it,” Alex quipped.

“And I’m still going to fuck pretty young women. We are never going to be exclusive,” Miles countered.

“But I'm still going to fuck you a lot, you know that,” Miles chuckled even harder.

“Well stop talking about it and do it mister floppy,” Alex teased, waggling Miles’ flaccid penis.

It wasn’t flaccid for long.

The End