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

Masons Peak High School, Minnesota – Day One of Senior Grade

“Hello everyone and welcome to the first day of your last year in high school,” Vice Principal Mary Applebee announced in her grating cheery voice.

“Not for some!” some rogue at the back of the auditorium called out.

“That will be enough Mister Billingham or it will be you who repeats a year,” Ms Applebee said sternly.

“I’d like to introduce you to a new student who has recently moved to Masons Peak and will be joining the senior grade until graduation. Please welcome Alexandra Plessy,” Alex Plessy stepped awkwardly to the front of the stage, virtually pushed there by Mary Applebee.

As is the ritual when a new teenage student joins a school, Alex was scrutinised by the various cliques. The boys were of course interested in her looks and body, the girls assessed her clothing critically and tried to decide if she would be competition for the their boyfriends while the goths, jocks, brainiacs, stoners, theatre geeks and the other tribes tried to assess where she might fit in.

The three Karens sitting together in the back row made their own critical assessment. Alex was tall, slim, small-breasted and had a face that was not conventionally pretty but some might think attractive. Her nose was a little crooked, she had a small gap between her front teeth and she had a small but prominent scar on her chin. Her straight mousy hair was cut in a bob and hung to her shoulders. She was wearing green leggings with a short red skirt over, black flats, a knitted, seamless black scoop-neck top and a red wool cardigan to stave off the cold as the fall chill had arrived early this year. Her makeup was minimal but she had used eyeliner and mascara to effectively enhance her emerald-green eyes which were her most striking feature and applied some gloss to her full sensuous lips. She wore no jewellery except for a fine gold chain and locket around her neck.

“Walmart,” Constance Dupree whispered dismissively.

“Cheap,” Felicity Lichfield huffed.

“Loser,” Karen Allbright, the leader of the pack, made a show of studying her fingernails.

“A seven at best,” Rick Macklin, Constance Dupree’s boyfriend, whispered.

He was sitting in the row in front of The Karens with the other jocks, his feet up on the back of seat in front of him.

Constance Dupree leaned forward and clipped Rick across the ear.

“She’s a fucking three… a four maybe!” Constance huffed.

Alex Plessy looked forlorn on the stage, staring out at her new peers who she knew were inspecting her. She couldn’t wait to leave the stage and settle into the anonymity of academia. She had no interest in joining any cliques, gangs or cadres. Alex just wanted to complete her final year of high school, graduate and go to college.

Thankfully Vice Principal Applebee nodded dismissively at Alex and indicted that she should leave the stage. Alex found a seat near the wings of the auditorium and sat by herself. She listened to Mary Applebee drone on about the example that the seniors should set to the junior students and spoke about integrity, school spirit and inclusiveness. Alex wondered how much inclusiveness existed in the sea of white faces she had witnessed whilst standing on the stage. The students congregated together in their tribal clans and the small assemblage of minorities sat together in their ethnic groups.

With the assembly over the students rose out of their seats and began to make their way to their classes, the silence replaced with the dull roar of teenagers enthusiastically chatting to one and other. Alex studied her timetable and accompanying map that had been issued to her in her indoctrination package and made her way to the math classroom. She felt eyes on her as she made her way to a vacant desk towards the back of the room. This was to be expected being the ‘new kid’ although Alex was hardly a ‘kid’ as she had recently turned nineteen.

As she passed Constance Dupree’s desk, Constance stuck out her foot and Alex stumbled over it.

“Watch where you're going Walmart,” Constance quipped as Karen and Felicity sniggered at Alex’s plight.

“Nice skirt girl. Is that real vinyl?” Felicity smirked.

It was a childish prank and Alex didn’t respond to the sleight regarding her cheap skirt. She found a seat away from the three girls who were wearing designer jeans, expensive footwear and whose hair was stylishly coiffed. They were wearing far too much makeup and between them they smelled like the perfume counter at a Chanel store.

“Don’t worry about the Karens. They're just testing you to see if you’ll bite,” a handsome young man with shoulder-length sandy hair whispered to her from two desks away.

He buried his nose back in his textbook and the class became silent when the tutor entered and began to address the assembled students.

Alex got through the rest of the day unscathed. Most of the classes were taken up with the teachers reviewing the curricula, setting first term assignments and reminding the seniors that they were now in their most important year of high school and the need to perform well academically if they wanted to get into a decent college. Alex sat by herself at lunch and politely declined offers from the emissaries sent by the cliques and tribes to go sit with them so they could bombard her with questions to see if she was a suitable candidate for membership.

When school was out Alex put aside the texts that she needed to study that evening and locked everything else in her locker. The texts went into her shoulder bag. She slung the strap over her shoulder as she made her way out of Masons Peak High School. Skipping down the wide stone steps she looked up and saw a red BMW convertible parked in the pickup zone.

“Fuck!” she whispered but made her way towards the vehicle with her head down.

“Hello sugar. I thought I’d surprise you with a visit and pick you up on your first day,” Miles Davenport leaned over and opened the passenger door.

Alex climbed into the cherry-red M4 Cabrio and Miles took the opportunity to check out Alex’s long legs as her skirt rode up. He put his hand on her knee as he pulled away from the curb.

“How was your first day?” Miles smiled at Alex and she returned the smile, suppressing a grimace as her uncle’s hand slipped further up her leg until it was resting on her inner thigh.

Alex had been emancipated at sixteen when she came out to her parents as transgender. Alex’s parents had suspected that their son was ‘queer’ for a long time and when they found girl’s clothing and makeup secreted in his bedroom they confronted him. There had been a bitter battle when their son told them that Alex wanted to change their name from Alexander to Alexandra and present as female and wanted to commence gender reassignment therapy, hormone treatment and maybe even surgery. Alex’s parents refused and hated it when Alex began started to openly wear androgynous clothing, walk and talk like a ‘pansy’ and began using feminine pronouns to describe herself.

Her uncle on her mother’s side of the family, Miles Davenport, had swooped to the rescue and offered Alex the funds she needed to support herself and rented a small apartment for her near her school on the outskirts of Miami Florida. Alex’s emancipation had been uncontested by her parents who shunned her and cut off all contact. Alex transitioned into a pretty teenage girl, fashion model tall with long shapely legs and with the help of medication and a little surgery developed curvy hips, a buxom bottom and perky breasts.

Alex’s uncle paid for everything and his lawyers pushed the necessary paperwork through the legal system for Alex to legally change her gender. Miles provided her with a generous monthly stipend and a small car to go along with the rented apartment. Alex was extremely grateful for her uncle’s unconditional support and generosity.

Miles Davenport had the decency to wait until Alex turned eighteen until he began to fuck his maternal niece.

Alex came home from school on her eighteenth birthday to find Miles sitting in her apartment and a stack of wrapped birthday presents piled on the kitchen counter. Miles greeted her not with his usual chaste kiss on the cheek and fatherly hug but with a full-on lip smacker and when he hugged her he squeezed her buttocks.

“Open this one first,” he handed Alex a package.

She tore open the cheesy birthday wrapping and found that it contained a red chiffon babydoll negligée. The garment had a formed bralette, an attached loose-fitting skirt falling in length to the upper thigh and was trimmed with lace ruffles and spaghetti straps. Hardly the gift an uncle gave his niece.

There was also a pair of red satin panties and matching suspender belt and a pair of expensive Wolford fully-fashioned black stockings.

“Go put them on and wear these too,” Miles handed her box, which when she opened it in her bedroom, contained a pair of red Jimmy Choo pumps with ridiculously high heels.

“Tone up the makeup and let your hair down,” Miles was not asking; he was ordering.

Alex wasn’t stupid. She had guessed that this day might come.

Her uncle wasn’t Elon Musk rich but he counted his fortune in millions. She knew that he catted around with attractive young women and high-end callgirls and made no attempt to hide the fact that he did. Alex often found a bevy of young women not much older than herself partying at his estate, lounging around his pool in skimpy bathing suits and occasionally a pretty young call girl leaving his house just as she arrived to visit. But Miles had never made any inappropriate advances and was kind and generous to her.

She looked at the lingerie and heels that her uncle had given her for her birthday she realised that this was the price she was going to have to pay for her uncle’s philanthropy. She might be emancipated but she was still at school and there was no way that Alex could make her grades whilst working enough hours to support herself. She knew that the apartment, the car and her generous allowance would all disappear if she didn’t bow to his wishes.

Alex allowed herself a few minutes to be angry and then sad but most of all she was disappointed with her uncle. She was well aware that she was pretty and that her body was sensual. She had seen boys at school looking at her the way boys do when they find a girl desirable but none of them had made any advances. When she came out as trans she lost all of her friends and some of them were downright hostile. She was a loner at school. Most of the kids just couldn’t get their head around the fact the boy they knew as Alexander was now a girl named Alexandra, especially when the therapies and surgeries began to change her appearance dramatically. School was almost unbearable but Alex was determined to complete her senior year and get into a good college.

Alex stripped and used the bathroom. Being a healthy teenage girl with a blooming libido Alex was sexually inquisitive but in the absence of male companionship Alex had purchased a sex toy and used it on herself while watching pornography. She knew the preparatory requirements before engaging in anal sex and she did what was necessary then she took a quick shower and applied the heavy makeup and let down her hair just as Miles had requested. Stepping into the lingerie, stockings and heels she looked at herself in the mirror and saw a girl similar to the ones she saw on the pornographic websites reflected back at her. She looked voluptuous, exotic and sexy and just wished it was one of the boys she fantasised about at school waiting for her in the adjoining room, not her uncle.

Alex was not comfortable wearing the provocative garments and unsteady on the absurdly high heels but when she walked awkwardly into the living room her uncle did not seem to notice her reticence. Miles had stripped naked and was sitting on the couch sporting a healthy erection. Her uncle was fit, tanned and goodlooking with perfectly coiffed dark hair. His personal trainer, personal chef, personal physician and stylist did their best to keep him looking young, fit and handsome. With the right amount of money anyone can be made to look attractive, Alex thought.

Fleetingly, Alex realised the hypocrisy of her thinking. Wasn’t her own face and body the product of her uncle’s wealth?

“You are magnificent Alex,” Miles sighed and patted the seat cushion beside him indicating that she should join him.

Alex was resigned to her fate but was determined that she would not be in any way responsive or encouraging. If her uncle wanted to gratify himself on her body she would endure it stoically. During her English lesson today the word of the day had been stoic and the class had been given ten minutes to write down as many synonyms as possible and Alex recalled the list: unemotional, impassive, emotionless, apathetic, cool, passionless, undemonstrative, indifferent, calm, detached, numb, aloof, unmoved, expressionless, unconcerned, unflappable, passive, resigned, philosophic, and self-controlled. Alex would be all these things.

Alex lumbered toward the couch and sat down gracelessly. She was trying to be deliberately gawky, putting aside the hundreds of hours that she had put in painstakingly developing feminine mannerisms until they became instinctive. Miles seemed not to notice and was fixated on her body and when she was seated he fell on her like a lion on its prey.

He pressed her down onto the couch dragging her into the supine position and lay on top of her. He crushed his lips against hers and she tasted mouthwash and whisky when her uncle thrust his tongue into her mouth. She lay still as Miles’ hands roamed her body, touching, fondling and exploring. He tweaked her nipples and despite her resolve to remain unstimulated they hardened to his touch. Alex convinced herself that it was just an automatic response; a reflex.

When his hands stroked her nylon-clad thighs and drifted upward across the front of her panties and she felt her cock begin to thicken, she opined that too was involuntary and she lay perfectly still and unresponsive.

“It’s going to be like that is it?” Miles chuckled evilly.

“Well, we will see,” he put his mouth on hers again and kissed her deeply, his tongue flittering in her mouth.

He pried her legs apart and lay between them and Alex felt his cock pressing against hers through the satiny panty material. He writhed his naked body on top of hers, his fingers stroking her nipples then drifting down her flanks to her legs where he caressed her thighs. His mouth was obscenely sensuous, his lips soft and inviting, his tongue exploring her mouth. Alex’s pleasure centres lit-up and she fought hard to remain unresponsive.

“I was hoping we might spend some time over foreplay and I want to feel your mouth on my cock but if you’re not going to play the game I’m just going to fuck you. I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” Miles whispered lasciviously into her ear.

She felt his hand scampering around, searching for something between the cushions and then she felt him slide the gusset of her panties aside and a cool, slippery slave being applied to her anal opening. Miles kissed her again and this time his fingers, slick with the salve, slipped inside her panties and wrapped around her penis. He stroked it until it was tumescent and Miles put his mouth to her teats and used his lips, tongue and teeth on them until they engorged. Despite her unwillingness Alex was becoming uncontrollably aroused. Miles slipped a finger inside her anus and she gasped. He wriggled it around a little and then had the audacity to remove it and sniff it.

“Good. Nice and clean,” he chuckled and began to kiss and fondle her again.

Alex hated herself for becoming concupiscent but her body was betraying her. Her nipples were tingling, her penis afire, her legs ached from where Miles had stroked her silken-clad thighs. He kissed her again and she could feel the want and the need in him, her unresponsiveness only served to fuel his ardour. She felt his cock wriggle between her buttocks and she tensed and screwed her eyes shut.

Despite his eagerness Miles took his time deflowering his niece and Alex hated him for it. She would have preferred that he painfully ravish her, causing her pain and discomfort so that she no longer felt so sexually aroused. Instead Miles slipped just the head of his thick, meaty prong inside her sphincter causing Alex to wince but the pain was soon replaced with sparklets of pleasure. Miles kept kissing her, working his mouth sensuously on hers, his fingers stroking her nipples then drifting down across her belly to her thighs where he caressed the pale sensitive flesh above her stocking tops.

When he was satisfied that Alex was no longer feeling discomfort he began to slide his engorged manhood inside her tight, slick anus. Alex felt Miles’ fill her rectal void, the pliability and dexterity of his thick, veiny appendage far superior to the silicon imitation that she kept in her top drawer. Her uncle’s cock was animated and responsive. She could feel it throb inside her, his steady heartbeat palpable as the veins along the trunk of his manhood pulsed with life.

Her sphincter radiated waves of delectation, the walls of her anus were afire with delight and a deep resonance emanated from her prostate.

Then Uncle Miles began to fuck her.

He kissed her with unbridled passion and his hands found every part of her that could be stimulated as his steely cock slid slowly in and out of her back passage. Alex’s body was ablaze with wantonness and desire as she lay underneath him trying her hardest not to respond to her uncle’s unwanted ministrations. His attack was overwhelming, accomplished and calculated. Miles was an expert lover and he was using his expertise and prowess in order to breach Alex’s defences.

Alex surrendered.

She let out a guttural moan and wrapped her arms around her uncle’s broad shoulders and lifted her legs and crossed her ankles behind the small of his back. She returned his kisses, locking her mouth on his, driving her tongue into his mouth as she writhed underneath him, pressing her aching cock against his hard belly as she forfeited her integrity for carnality.

Miles cupped her buttocks and lifted them off the cushion so he could ram every millimetre of his aching cock inside his pretty niece and smiled as he felt her stocking-sheathed limbs rub against his flanks, her heels scour his lower back and her fingernails rake his shoulders as she encouraged him to fuck her harder and faster. She gasped into his mouth and he felt her cock judder against his belly and then her panties became saturated with her essences. Her creamy issue smeared his belly and her orgasm triggered his own.

He pressed Alex down into the cushions and jackhammered his cock in and out of her tight sheath, feeling it ripple and undulate as Alex’s anus responded to her climax, milking him, extracting his seed. Alex felt her uncle’s cock judder inside her and sensed his hot buttery juices filling her void, driving her climax to an unprecedented summit. She had never felt so overwhelmed with desire and gratification.

Miles lay on top of Alex gasping, trying to recover from the exertion, his body still responsive to the gorgeous young woman who lay beneath him. Her ardour was sated and he was aware that Alex was feeling post-coital regret but he had no sympathy for her. If she was one of his whores, he would simply recompense her with cash but his hold over Alex was far stronger. She depended on him.

Now that her lust was satiated Alex felt dirty. She felt like a prostitute who had surrendered her virtue for privilege. There was nothing she could do to redeem her integrity; the deed was done. Miles climbed off her and walked over to the kitchen counter and unwrapped another of her presents. It was a bottle of Grey Goose vodka and he poured a generous amount into two glasses.

Alex sat on the couch with her arms wrapped around herself defensively, looking forlorn.

“Hey princess, I paid for those tits, that fine ass and that pretty face and I intend to take full advantage of them,” Miles growled.

“Grow up and stop being a baby. You still have your freedom but every now and then I’m going to drop by and collect on my debts. You can go home to mommy and daddy or go live in a flophouse while you toil away at some shitty job or you can enjoy everything I’ve given you,” Miles took a gulp of his drink.

“Don’t worry I’ll only drop by occasionally and I’ll give you plenty of warning. You be nice to Uncle Miles and he’ll be nice to you,” he sauntered over to the couch and thrust the drink at Alex.

She took a beat to think about it and then she snatched the glass from his hand and downed the contents in one gulp.

“Good girl! Now lets go unwrap the rest of your presents and then we can retire to the bedroom and see what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours,” Miles kissed Alex on the cheek and she used her all of her resolve not to flinch.

Alex had made a deal with the devil and now she had to pay her dues.

For six months Alex lived like a concubine. She attended classes, did her homework, did her community service to gain extra credits, kept house and tended to her uncle’s sexual needs when he demanded it. His visits were infrequent and he would call or text her beforehand providing specific instructions about how she should dress for him, often sending her pictures or links to websites or even sending her packages of clothing for her to wear when he visited.

Alex endured her uncle’s advances and try as she might to remain disconnected during his visits, Miles was an accomplished lover and she always found herself succumbing to his needs and actively participating. She hated herself for it but considered it the price she had to pay for her emancipation and lavish lifestyle. She knew that her uncle was exercising coercive control over her but she was willing to submit to him until she had the means to break free of his hold on her.

Her aspirations were shattered however when the very conservative PTA and School Board met and passed a resolution stating that ‘A person’s sex is an immutable biological trait and that students must use the bathrooms, locker rooms and other facilities that reflect their birth gender and must dress accordingly’. The resolution went further than the legislation recently passed by the state and effectively barred Alex and any other trans students attending the school unless they presented as the same sex as defined on their original birth certificates.

Alex was at first devastated but then she realised that an opportunity had presented itself that could free her from Miles’ jackboots. She scoured the internet looking for schools in places considered ‘trans friendly’ and settled on Masons Peak High School in Masons Peak Minnesota. It was a very good school with a liberal outlook. That was the good news.

The bad news was that the school was unwilling to take in students halfway through their senior year. Alex would have to repeat her last year of high school, also the school fees were quite exorbitant.

The better news was that Minnesota was a long way from Florida where Miles Davenport had most of his business interests. He owned casinos, hotels, shopping malls and a golf course or two. His office was located in a gleaming tower in Miami as was his luxury beachfront estate.

Miles tried everything to keep Alex from moving to Minnesota. He told her that she could quit school and come work for him or even just forget about employment and live in Miami in an expensive condo with everything she needed paid for by him. When that didn’t work he threatened to cut her off and leave her destitute but Alex was determined that she would complete high school and get a degree. She wanted her independence.

Alex did everything she could think of to cajole her uncle into agreeing with her plan. She did things for him in the bedroom that disgusted her, she was overly affectionate, she promised that once she finished her schooling she would come work for him in Miami and be at his beck and call. She told him that Masons Peak wasn’t that far away, a four hour flight in his private jet, and she would continue to provide him the same services she had been providing for him in Miami.

They reached a compromise. Miles would use his money, his contacts and his lawyers to secure a place for Alex at Masons Peak High School, pay her accommodation and tuition fees and continue to provide a stipend for her to live comfortably. He even agreed to use his influence and money to persuade the Principal to enrol Alexandra as a cis female student and keep her trans identity a secret from the faculty and the student body. Alex did not want to face the discrimination and segregation she had felt at her previous school. She knew that although Masons Peak High School was progressive and inclusive, that some people harboured prejudices.

But Miles was vindictive. It was his way of punishing Alex for going to live so far away from him. He rented her a small one-bedroom townhouse apartment, took away her car and reduced her allowance. She would not by any means be living in poverty but her lifestyle would be frugal compared to how she was living in Miami.

When Alex moved to Masons Peak she changed her appearance. She started wearing clothing purchased at chain stores and packed away her designer labels. She toned down her makeup and straightened and coloured her hair. Gone were the perfectly coiffed, blonde locks, replaced by an unfashionable light brown bob with bangs. She did not want to draw attention to herself. She wanted to blend into the background and concentrate on her studies.

When Miles picked her up outside of Masons Peak High School after her first day of school his smile concealed a grimace. As his hand wandered under the cheap red vinyl skirt and began to fondle her thigh he couldn’t help but comment.

“You look like a pauper. I know that I cut your allowance but you look cheap, dour and unattractive,” Miles sniped.

“Exactly the look I was going for Uncle Miles but you still seem to be unable to keep your hands off me,” Alex replied cattily.

“When I get you home I want you to fix your makeup and get into something alluring. I’m only here for one night and I want to make the most of it,” Miles’ hand slipped between her legs and stroked her pubis.

“You’re tucked really well Alex which is just as well. We don’t want everyone to know that you’re a tranny now do we?” Miles growled.

Miles knew that Alex hated being called a ‘tranny’ and she knew that he was taunting her. She refused to bite and let him paw her all the way home. He insisted on opening the door for her and following behind her when she got out of the car so he could look up her skirt at her fine ass encased in the green leggings. When they got inside he pushed Alex against the kitchen breakfast bar and began to kiss and maul her even as she shucked off her shoulder bag.

“Just let be get ready and change Uncle Miles. I’ll wear that negligée you like with the satin panties, heels and I’ll slutty-up my makeup,” Alex tried to twist free of his grasp.

Miles did not reply. His mouth was on hers and he ripped off her cardigan and tore open the scoop-neck top, exposing her brassiere. He slipped his hands inside and caressed her breasts through the lace cups, feeling her nipples harden to his touch. Alex struggled to break free, but as tall and lithe as she was she no match for Miles’ muscled bulk.

He spun her around and pressed his crotch into her buttocks and pried her breasts free of her brassiere and pawed at them, flicking her nipples until they were fully engorged. His crotch rubbed against her buttocks insistently and she felt his cock become fully engorged.

"Stop! Let me change and prepare myself for you," Alex pleaded, still struggling.

Miles kept one hand on her breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips while the other journeyed down her body to her hip. He rested it there and twisted Alex’s head so that he had access to her mouth and he kissed her passionately, almost painfully, crushing his lips against hers, nipping her tongue with his teeth.

"Let me go!" Alex cried.

She hated that Miles had made her nipples sing with unbridled pleasure and that she felt his cock pressing against her ass exhilarating. She hadn’t had sex since she had moved to Masons Peak and it was easy for Miles to arouse her despite her reticence.

"I can’t wait," Miles growled into her mouth.

His fingers circled her pert buttocks sliding over the spandex leggings, slipping between her legs to stroke her cock trapped along her perineum. She could smell his expensive cologne and scotch whisky and the scent of him reminded her of all the things he had done to her and all the things she had done to him and she couldn’t stop herself from becoming erect. The feel of his cock pressing into her the crease between her buttocks ignited her lust despite her efforts to control it.

"I'm not clean Miles," Alex gasped in an effort to dissuade him or at least get him to settle for a blowjob.

Miles's weight lifted off her and for a second Alex thought that Miles was acquiescing to her desire to let her get ready for him and breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived. He stopped pressing his crotch into her ass and for a minute and she thought that he was capitulating but instead he pushed down on her back and yanked her skirt down exposing her curvaceous buttocks clad in the skintight leggings.

"Miles no!" Alex cried, exasperated at Miles's insistence.

"You know the deal Alex and you haven’t paid me for quite a while," Miles grunted as he yanked at the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down to the top of her thighs.

Her microfiber high-cut panties followed and Alex’s cock sprang free. Her testes descended and filled her scrotal sac now that her genitals were untucked.

Alex's face was pressed into the countertop as Miles used all his weight to hold her down bent over the counter and he kicked her feet apart. Miles released her but she heard the ominous sound of his zipper and then Miles gripped her hips and pressed his cock between her buttocks. Now that she was no longer pressed down into the countertop she made one last valiant effort to shake herself free but it was too late.

Miles pressed his glans into her sphincter and Alex hissed and gyrated her buttocks to prevent him entry. Alex constricted her sphincter as Miles tried to force his way inside her. Miles was frustrated and he searched the countertop and spied a little ceramic olive oil dispenser.

“This will work perfectly,” he sniggered and dribbled the viscous liquid down the cleft of her buttocks, holding Alex still as he did so.

With her anus and his cock suitably anointed Miles slid his cock slid into Alex's rectum easily and pushed it all the way inside her until his groin nestled in Alex's soft, pillowy buttocks. He gripped her hips and held Alex still, trying to suppress the orgasm that threatened to erupt as her tight sphincter constricted around the base of his penis and her rectal muscles clutched at his shaft and glans, trying to expel his phallus.

But Alex knew that the fight was over and she surrendered. Miles would have to deal with the consequences of entering her unclean because as soon as his cock forced her sphincter to relax and his glans pressed on her prostate her desire overcame her reluctance. Her cock began to dribble pre-ejaculate as ripples of pleasure spread from her rectum to her groin.

She pushed back against him.

"Come on then Miles, fuck your niece. Take your pound of flesh!" Alex wriggled her buttocks.

Miles held Alex by the hips and began to slam his cock in and out of her tight passage, the sensation was overwhelming. Her anus caressed his cock in a velvet grip and her oil-spattered bottom squirmed against his groin when he fully impaled her.

"You are such a whore!" Miles hissed and fucked Alex with a series of long deep thrusts.

Alex hated being called a whore more than she hated being called a tranny. They were controlling derogatory words that Miles often used in the throes of lust to demean her. But despite that, her senses became overloaded with the intensity of the frenzied assault. Her cock throbbed and her anus palpitated as she felt Miles expressing himself deep inside her. Her buttocks ground against his groin as his glans pushed on her prostate and caused her to cry out at the intensity of the pleasure that her uncle had wrestled from her body. Ropes of semen erupted from her throbbing cock. She whipped her hand back and forth along her shuddering cock as her juices spattered on the floor.

Miles held onto Alex tightly as she shuddered and bucked against him. His cock felt like it was about to burst and then he experienced the sweet release of orgasm as his seed spewed forth from his quivering manhood. He savoured his victory. Alex had fought him valiantly and then surrendered utterly to him.

He held onto her tightly as he ejaculated every ounce of his essence deep inside her, the cloying stench of her musky semen invaded his nostrils and Miles knew that Alex had climaxed. His fingers dug into her hips as he deposited the last of his spend inside her warm, tight channel.

Alex stayed bent over, her breathing haggard, her body aching as Miles pulled his cock out of her with an audible plop. She felt the mess he had made dribble down her thighs. The piquancy of olive oil, semen and a tinge of feculence drifted upward from her crotch and she reached down and pulled her panties up tightly and then her leggings. She made her way to the bathroom where she stripped, douched and took a long hot shower. She could wash the skirt and leggings but the dirty panties and ripped top would go in the trash.

She could hear Miles crashing around her apartment searching for glasses, uncorking the bottle of vodka he had brought to her apartment and she resigned herself to a night of debauchery as she opened drawers and closets to retrieve the sexy lingerie that he liked her to wear and then she sat down at the vanity to put on a whore’s makeup.

She woke up alone the next morning. Miles had left in the early hours to fly back to Miami. Alex lay under the comforter and for the thousandth time wondered why her uncle was so fascinated by her. With his vast wealth he could easily add a pretty young transgender girl or two to his harem. Girls who were prettier than Alex. Girls who were willing to do almost anything for money.

She figured that it was his controlling nature. Miles had known Alex since birth and began grooming her at sixteen when he rescued her from her mother and father and helped her when she came out as trans. When she turned eighteen and he began to use her sexually she could have left him but by then she was dependent on him. An eighteen year old transgender girl with no means of support and no family network had few options. Many turned to the porn industry or prostitution or lived in squalor and there was no way that she could continue her education.

Alex knew that Miles got off on their turbulent relationship. He liked it when she was reluctant to do the things he liked to do to her and he loved it when she fought back. She knew that it really excited him when Alex finally succumbed to her own desire and she surrendered to him and wallowed in the pleasure that he eked out of her. She was virtually his prisoner but she was a willing prisoner. She could leave at any time. This led her to think about why she endured the things he did to her and why she begrudgingly felt affection for him and sometimes missed him when he wasn’t around.

She didn’t want to go there and decided that it was enough introspective self-psychoanalysis for one day and she leapt out of bed ready to begin her second day of school. She was a nineteen year old young woman with one year of high school to complete. She was living comfortably without the distractions that plagued most girls her age. She just needed to graduate with good grades, get into a good college, get her degree and she could finally be free to do whatever she wanted.

For some reason The Karens took delight in bullying Alexandra Plessy and Alex didn’t really know why. She kept to herself and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible but not to the point where it would affect her grades. She was a high achiever and competitive by nature. This is what infuriated Karen Allbright.

Karen came from a wealthy family and her parents were at the pinnacle of Masons Peak society. Her father was president of Masons Peak Community Bank, a member of the town council, sat on the board of the country club where he was captain of the golf club and he was revered as a civic leader. He also had final say on which student would be endowed with a college trust fund awarded annually by the bank, usually to a student of good character with a high academic record but financially challenged. Karen’s mother was a member of all the right committees and she and her friends were ‘ladies who lunch’ and organised most of the town’s festive events; a socialite with the perfect husband, perfect house and perfect daughter. She kept herself trim with hot yoga and spin classes. Fucking the yoga instructor on the side was an additional workout in itself.

Karen was the girl that all the other girls at school wished they could be. She came from a wealthy family, she was pretty with a stunning body, she was intelligent, athletic, head cheerleader, a thespian and she was dating the handsome starting quarterback for the Mason’s Peak Bobcats. She had carefully selected Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield to join her clique in junior high because they had similar qualities to her and came from the same background. She was aware that the other students referred to them as ‘The Karens’ and she relished their jealousy, their adoration and the distain of those who didn’t like her but wouldn’t dare say so.

What pissed Karen Allbright off was that Alexandra Plessy was unique. She played no role in schoolground politics and remained aloof. Karen had already investigated Alex as much as any girl in her position could. Alex had no online identity. She didn’t have a profile on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, Google, YouTube, TikTok or any other sites frequented by teens. She lived alone in a modest apartment paid for by a company based in Miami Florida. Felicity Lichfield’s father owned the real estate company that managed the apartment block and she had checked the records.

Karen had Constance Dupree bribe a computer nerd named Colin Brentman to infiltrate the school’s personnel records but he found that Alexandra Plessy’s personal file was locked. He found her previous school’s ‘school transcript’ summarising the courses she had taken, the grades she attained and other relevant academic data but nothing about her personal life. All the Karens knew about Alex was that she came from Florida, was nineteen years old and because Alex didn’t discuss her personal life there was little else to know. Alex Plessy was an enigma and Karen hated enigmas. What also pissed Karen off was that Alex was a high achiever. Alex’s grades were in the top percentile, she was athletic and had also enrolled in the school’s drama class, all of which were Karen’s Allbright’s domain.

Another thing that really pissed Karen off was that Alex was stunning. Despite of, or maybe because of Alex’s efforts to dress down, wear her hair in an unflattering colour and downplay her good looks, she couldn’t completely hide the fact that she was unconventionally attractive and had a great body. Her very dowdiness stood out in a school where the girls primped themselves and competed with each as to who was the most attractive. Alex’s insistence on solitude made her stand out and piqued people’s interest.

There were sixty three students enrolled in the senior year at Masons Peak High that year. Most were aged eighteen, there were a few nineteen-year-olds and single twenty-year-old who had been held back due to an extended illness. Sixty three was not that many students by national standards but Masons Peak High was a private school and located in an area with a small catchment area. It was hard to remain anonymous amid a group that small and what Alex didn’t realise was that by remaining detached and presenting herself as unappealing it had the opposite effect to what she wanted. The other girls were curious and the boys could tell that she was trying to mask her attractiveness and hide a killer body under those unflattering, cheap garments.

Masons Peak High maintained a physical education program through all grades and as much as Alex loved to exercise and play sports it was the activity that engendered the highest risk of exposing her true identity. She was not concerned about exposing her breasts to the other girls in the locker room. Miles had sent Alex to the best cosmetic surgeon money could buy and the surgeon had used transaxillary incisions, also known as the armpit cut, when he performed Alex’s breast augmentation surgery, a procedure that left no tell-tale scars.

The individual shower stalls in the girls locker room featured floor to ceiling walls and doors so there was little chance of being exposed there and Alex’s tuck was so perfect that she could present with a perfect Vee. When she wore skirts or dresses Alex wore tucking panties to keep everything in place. The girls in the senior grades wore lycra tights and sports tops to PE and put their hair in ponytails. When Alex wore her sports tights she didn’t need her tucking panties. But the form-fitting tights and figure-hugging top exposed Alex’s physique and teenage girls and teenage boys always scrutinised each other to find faults.

In her PE uniform Alex looked stunning. Her perky breasts, slim waist, wide hips, pert buttocks and long shapely legs were on display for all to see. She tried to hide her body under an oversized tee-shirt but she had to take it off for the more strenuous activities.

“I’ve decided that this academic year our project is to haze Alexandra Plessy,” Karen Allbright announced to her small coven when they met in her bedroom on the Saturday after the third week of school.

“Any particular reason?” Felicity Lichfield asked.

“I just don’t like her. There’s something about her. Don’t you think it’s suspicious that she lives by herself and has no family in town? She doesn’t mix and she thinks her shit doesn’t stink,” Karen huffed.

The Karens could usually care less about losers. They considered themselves elite and looked down their noses at those they considered below their social status. They kept their vindictiveness and contempt for girls they considered competition. Girls who hovered on the fringe of their little clique hoping in vain to be accepted by The Karens and were easily crestfallen by a snarky comment or who swooned when a compliment was tossed their way. Most of these girls craved for The Karens’ approval and those who knew that were unworthy stayed well away from them and revered them from afar. Alexandra Plessy had committed the cardinal sin: she ignored them.

“Rick said she was a seven. A seven for fucks sake! I was blowing him in his car yesterday and he asked me what I thought of the new girl. I nearly bit his cock off!” Constance Dupree hissed.

“Denton said she has a great ass and perky tits! That lanky skank with her ugly face, shitty hair and Walmart fashion sense!” Felicity added.

“She’s in my drama class and I can tell that Mister Vogel has taken a shine to her and the bitch nearly outran me at the cross country last week. She needs to learn her place. I let Chad fuck me in my cheerleader uniform yesterday, you know he gets hot for me when I wear it, and I told him it could be a regular thing is he agreed to help. He gave me an idea for Monday’s cross country tryouts,” an evil grin formed on Karen’s face.

On Monday morning Alex was on the starting line for the six kilometre cross county event which started on the sprint track and led out through the stadium into Masons Peak Forest Reserve which backed onto the school. The boys had already started as they were running eight kilometres. The track was about five meters wide through the forest to allow competitors to pass others during the race but narrowed in places to pass between large fir trees. The track and the turnaround points were clearly marked.

Karen had taken off the baggy t-shirt that she normally wore over her spandex crop top because despite the cool conditions she would heat up during the race and in previous races the baggy shirt had caught on branches in some of the narrow spaces between the conifers. On the outward leg Alex was leading with Karen Allbright hot on her tail but both young women were conserving energy for the sprint to the finish.

Alex was approaching a sharp bend where the track constricted to its narrowest point to pass between two firs and she accelerated to pass between the trees ahead of the other competitors because she knew that the women’s turnaround point was just around the bend and she wanted to be in front of the pack on the return leg. She also knew that the inward bound boys would pass the outward bound girls on their return leg on the straight that led into that final bend.

Suddenly her feet flew out from under her and Alex was airborne and she landed painfully facedown on the forest floor. At first she thought that she had tripped over a protruding root or an errant stone on the track but the pain in her shins belayed that thought. Her left knee was throbbing, the pain quite intense and she rolled over and clutched at her knee.

“Clumsy cunt!” Karen Allbright hissed as she breezed past Alex and Alex was sure that she saw a smile on Karen’s face.

Alex heard a rustle in the undergrowth next to the track and a cackle of evil girl’s laughter and then footsteps and the creaking of branches as someone scurried away through the thicket. Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield were fleeing the scene, holding onto the spool of sixty pound fishing line that they had stretched across the track at ankle height and pulled taunt between the firs just as Alex approached.

Alex lay on her back and triaged herself as the rest of the pack ran past her, none of them stopping to help. She had put out her palms to break her fall and she could feel the superficial cuts and abrasions on her hands. Her legs still worked but her left knee was throbbing and when she explored it with her fingers they came away bloody. Then she heard the cries of exertion and the pounding of sprinting feet approaching. The men’s race was on their return leg and Alex curled into a ball and rolled sideways off the track so as not to impede them or become trampled. She covered her head and closed her eyes.

The pack of young men ran past her either not seeing her or not caring, their competitive spirit driving them. When Alex opened her eyes she was surprised to see a pair of Nike running shoes, short ankle socks and a pair of male calves clad in black sports tights in her eyeline. She looked up to see the handsome young man with shoulder-length sandy hair who had spoken to her the first day in math class bending over her with a look of concern on his face.

“Are you ok?” he asked and Alex blushed; she felt like a klutz.

“I’m fine. I tripped over my own feet or a branch or something,” she was able to sit up and saw that her knee was skinned.

“Let me take a look,” the boy still looked concerned but Alex was determined to stand and frustrated when she couldn’t.

“Keep still and let me look at that leg,” the young man’s tone was authoritative but gentle.

He knelt down beside her and looked into her eyes looking for signs of concussion and noting that Alex appeared alert and fully responsive he looked for obvious signs of injury and focussed on her left leg where her tights were torn and her bloody knee exposed. He lightly examined her leg looking for physical signs that a bone might be broken, like severe bruising or swelling or a deformity or an unnatural bend.

“Looks like you just skinned your knee but it’s starting to swell so you need to get it looked at. Let me see your hands,” he reached for Alex’s hands and turned them palm up.

“Let me just do this…” Alex winced when the young man pulled a splinter out of the flesh of her left palm.

The young man turned his attention back to her legs and gently examined her right leg checking to see if there was any damage. In other circumstances the feel of his fingers running up and down her spandex-clad leg might be appealing but Alex just felt embarrassed and clumsy.

“Let’s see if we can get you to your feet,” the young man bent down and put Alex’s arm around his shoulder.

Alex put her other hand out and pressed it against the trunk of the fir to help as the boy helped her to her feet. The boy was about the same height as Alex with a slim but muscular frame. He was dressed in men’s sports tights and a tank-top with his number pinned to the front and back. He smelled faintly of deodorant but the smell of his sweat was strong; not unpleasant, just manly and slightly tangy. His hip was pressed against hers and his face was inches away. He had a sharp jawline and chin, brown eyes with long lashes and thick eyebrows. His mouth was generous, his lips were sensual and his nose was rather large but proportional to his face. His skin was tanned and smooth and he had a stubbled beard.

She could feel the strength of him as he took most of her weight. Alex let go of the tree and she stumbled and fell into his arms. He caught her easily and they stood face to face, her body pressed into his. When he smiled her heart flipped a little.

“I’ve got you Alex,” the boy helped Alex regain her balance and she stood beside him with her arm still over his shoulder for support.

Alex was flushed but the boy remained cool and unperturbed.

“You know my name,” Alex said, unsure of what else to say.

“Everyone knows your name. You’re the new chick in school so everyone is curious about you. Now let’s see if you can walk. I’m Mitch by the way. Mitch Bellingham,” he took a pace forward and Alex followed suit.

She was unable to put all of her weight on her left leg and the step was more of a hop and she leaned heavily into Mitch. They took five steps more before Mitch stopped them.

“Look this is going to take forever and even if one of the other runners reports your accident, help is going to have to walk in,” Mitch said.

With that and without further warning he picked Alex up in his arms and began to carry her down the trail. She locked her wrists around his neck and let him. It was like some sort of fairytale. Mitch was the white knight and she was the damsel in distress. She felt comfortable in his arms although she was still embarrassed that she had tripped and had to be carried out of the woods. Mitch did all the talking and he spoke about the common courses they were taking, about some of the teachers and about the local scene in Mason’s Peak while Alex listened attentively, very aware of the feel of Mitch’s body.

About a klick and half before they got to the stadium the on call medical team arrived and Mitch put Alex down and helped them put her in a stretcher.

Alex smiled up at him wanly as he clicked the fastening around her upper body closed.

“Sorry I was a pain and prevented you from finishing the race. I’ll find some way to repay you,” Alex whispered still feeling very sheepish.

“You bet you will,” Mitch leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek and then sprang to his feet and ran off down the track before she could even register surprise.

Alex was on crutches for two days before she was able to get around without them. Because she hadn’t finished the race she had not made the cross county team but of course Karen Allbright had finished first and been made the women’s team captain. When she got home after the accident and removed her tights Alex found abrasions just above both of her ankles and realised that she had been hobbled. The scurrying noises she had heard in the undergrowth next to track and Karen Allbright’s contemptuous smile confirmed her theory but she had no hard evidence and there was nothing she could do about it. The Karens smirked at her knowingly in the hallways and cafeteria. Now that they had ousted her from the cross country team maybe they would leave her alone.

But the hazing continued. Nothing quite as monstrous as the hobbling in the woods but annoying and embarrassing roguery that set Alex’s nerves on edge and served to remind Alex that the Karens hadn’t finished with her. One Sunday in the early hours of the morning she was awakened by a car revving its engine continually outside her window and loud heavy metal music screaming from the speakers. When she opened her door she found a pile of empty liquor bottles, beer cans and pizza boxes dumped on her doorstep. Chad Pemberton’s Mustang sped off in a squeal of tyres and a cloud of blue smoke. She went inside and back to bed but as soon as she fell asleep the car returned, revving its engine and hooting its horn and blaring out death metal. This continued until dawn. The neighbours either side of her reported Alex to the residents committee and she was issued a warning.

A pair of ‘granny panties’ with shit stains in the rear was found hanging in the girl’s locker room with her name stencilled in the waistband. Her locker was broken into and a bag of human excreta deposited inside. Unsubstantiated rumours were spread about her at school: she was a dyke, she had been expelled from her last school for being a slut, she’d had a baby and adopted it out, she would trade sexual favours for completed homework assignments.

Fake profiles appeared on Tinder and Zoost. Alex could see that the profile pictures of her had been taken at school. The pictures were just head and body shots, nothing profane but the accompanying text was explicit. Her bicycle was stolen and when she replaced it and fitted a locking device, she found her tyres punctured.

Alex treated the bullying and inane pranks as a nuisance more than anything else and refused to be drawn into conflict with The Karens whom she was sure were behind the hazing. She had a number of options open to her: she could report the bullying to the school counsellor, welfare officer or the Principal but she had no actual proof that The Karens were behind it. There were helplines where she could report the cyberbullying but the online profiles disappeared after a week.

If she really wanted to eke revenge she could tell Uncle Miles, whom she was sure had contacts who could reign down terror on The Karens in ways that would probably scar them for life but she decided not to. She was indebted enough to her predatory uncle.

Alex chose to do nothing. She just wanted the bullying to stop, keep her head down and graduate with a decent GPA. Those boys who were stupid enough to believe the rumours that she was loose were served short thrift and sent packing with their tails between their legs when they approached her but most of the senior year knew that the rumours were false and spread by The Karens.

Alex finally confronted The Karens one day in the cafeteria.

“What do you want Walmart?” Constance Dupree hissed.

“No. That’s my question to you,” Alex directed her response to Karen Allbright.

“I’ve been humiliated and nobody likes me now, if they ever did. I’m an ugly duckling and no threat to you. What more is there to be gained by bullying me,” Alex looked Karen in the eyes.

Karen ruminated for a minute before she replied.

“Okay, you’re obviously a spineless softy but I guess at least you didn’t go snitching. You know the old saying… snitches get stitches. You're not worth the effort now that you know your place. Keep out of our way and we’ll keep out of yours,” Karen replied dismissively.

Alex turned and left realising that anything else she might say could might jeopardise the truce she had negotiated.

“So is that it?” Felicity Lichfield asked their leader.

“Far from it but we leave her alone for now. We need to think up something really big and surprise her with it when she least expects it,” Karen gave her two compatriots an evil grin.

Alex received a text from her uncle advising her that he would be visiting her over the weekend and that he would be arriving early Saturday evening and would be taking her out to dinner that night. A red satin evening gown was delivered to her home address the same day as the received the text with instructions for her to be wearing it when Miles arrived.

This was a departure from Miles’ modus operandi which was to keep their relationship secret. Even when she lived close to him in Florida he seldom took her out on the town. When they did go out they presented as an uncle and niece platonically enjoying each other’s company. A day at the beach followed by lunch at a swank North Beach hotel, maybe a movie or a visit to the markets or a shopping spree, nothing more than any caring uncle might do with his young niece.

The only time that Miles had behaved inappropriately was once when he took her hiking in the Miami Whitewater Forest. She was wearing spandex sports tights and a crop top and walking ahead of him and Miles had been unable to take his eyes off her ass. Miles had dragged her into a secluded clearing, pulled down her tights and sodomised her up against a tree.

But this was a bold move on his behalf. Miles had booked a table at the Masons Peak Country Club for eight and Alex wondered what his motive was. Was it a public display of his power and patronage, a way for him to show off his niece and a warning to others to stay away from her? If that was the case he need hardly have bothered, the only person with whom she had a passing relationship with was Mitch Bellingham who was playing it cool and might nod at her in the corridor or say hello to her in class but that was all.

Mitch had not followed up on his promise to her that she would have to somehow repay him for rescuing her during the cross country race and the kiss on the cheek was nothing more than a pleasant memory.

Alex had no choice but to glamourise herself, Miles would expect nothing less of her. She went to a hair salon on Saturday morning and the stylist put in some highlights and turned her straight mousy hair into a wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif. Alex prepped herself with a cleansing saline solution, took a long relaxing bubble bath and then went to work on her face. Gone was the subdued minimal makeup that she wore to school and around town. She gave herself smoky eyes, rouged her cheekbones and put two coats of ruby-red matte lipstick on her full lips. She took some time to shape her nails and apply the same shade nailpolish as her lipstick.

The evening gown fitted her like a sheath and if not for the thigh-high side-split she would hardly have been able to walk in it. Her plan had been to wear glossy fleshtone stay-up stockings but there was no way she could do so with the high-cut split so she wore glossy fleshtone sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose instead and a pair of red seamless nylon/spandex-blend bikini panties over for both the aesthetic and comfort with the added benefit of showing no VPL. She doused herself in Dior Poison and was slipping on the red Jimmy Choo pumps that Miles had bought her for eighteenth birthday when he let himself inside her ground floor townhouse. Of course he had his own key. He was still exercising coercive control, even from a distance.

“You look amazing honey,” Miles closed in on her.

“Watch the makeup and clothes if you want me to stay looking amazing,” Alex chided him and he surprised her when he just kissed her lightly on the cheek instead of groping her.

“There will be plenty of time to explore what’s under that dress later but I’m famished. We’d better get going if we are going to make our reservation,” Miles patted her gently on the ass.

“But before we go I have something for you,” Miles rummaged around in his overnight bag and produced a small velvet covered box.

“Turn around and close your eyes,” Miles whispered in her ear and Alex complied.

She felt him unclasp the fine gold chain and locket from around her neck and replace it with something more substantial. When she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror she saw that she was wearing a white gold necklace with a large emerald pendant. It sat just above her cleavage in the lowcut gown.

“It matches your eyes and I have the matching earrings,” Miles handed her the velvet box inside of which was a pair of emerald drop earrings set in the same white gold.

She hugged Miles and kissed him on the lips. She could fix her lipstick in the car. Uncle Miles could be a manipulative asshole but it was times like this that she felt a smattering of love for him. She removed her plain studs and put in the emerald drops and looked in the mirror, marvelling at how the brilliant green stones dangling from her ears and the pendant lodged in her decolletage caught the light and set off her red dress and accentuated her green eyes.

Miles had rented the same red BMW as the day he picked her up from school. As they dove off he put his hand on her knee and she put her hand over his.

“Please don’t put a runner in my pantyhose. You can tear them open and fuck me when we get home,” Alex gave him a cheeky grin and Miles stroked her leg gently, careful not to snag her nylons.

Alex was glad of the distraction. She was concerned about who might be at the Country Club and what they might think when they saw her with Miles. Alex had gone to great pains to dress down and disguise her unconventionally pretty facial features. Whenever possible she hid her body under cardigans, coats or sweaters. She seldom wore jeans because despite everything she still wanted to appear feminine. She had spent most of her life wearing boy-clothes which she secretly hated, so she mostly wore skirts over primary coloured opaque tights but nothing overly flattering. When she did wear jeans they were cheap and baggy not the fitted fashion label skinny jeans that the other young women wore.

Modesty aside, she knew that she looked stunning in the sheath gown and her hair and makeup were perfect. She felt like a butterfly that had emerged from its chrysalis or an ugly duckling that had transformed into a swan. Despite the passage of time and her uneasy truce with The Karens, Alex was still the subject of speculation at school because on one really knew much about her and she still remained reclusive and she was hoping to stay that way until graduation. In a way she was glad that she would be seen as her true self and had already concocted a cover story should she need it.

Alex felt very trepidatious as she exited the BMW being careful to keep the split in her dress closed to preserve a modicum of decorum. Miles tossed the keys to the valet and she crooked her arm through his and he escorted her into the foyer of the country club where a smiling hostess led them into the restaurant and to their table. Alex felt the stares and the heard the whispers as they made their way to the table. She kept her eyes focussed ahead of her, a little afraid to look around but she knew that the whispers were about her.

A stunning young woman wearing a low cut red satin sheath dress, split to the waist, showing off her perky breasts and long legs was bound to attract attention, even amongst the well-dressed moneyed elite of Masons Peak. Being on the arm of a, fit, tanned, goodlooking older man wearing a tailored black dinner suit would only add to the intrigue and get the tongues wagging. She was grateful when they were seated, Miles holding the chair back for her like a true gentleman.

They sat across from each other at a table for two in a corner of the restaurant. Miles ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses which did not raise any concern with their waiter. Although the legal drinking age was twenty-one there was an understanding in the Country Club that teenagers eighteen and over may consume alcohol provided they were in the company of a responsible adult, did not cause a disturbance, and did not drive when they left. The local police chief was a member of the club and would prefer that the teenagers drink in the company of responsible adults rather than sneak away into the park and get drunk, get up to mischief or drive while drinking. In any event Alex looked a lot older than her nineteen years.

Alex concentrated on listening to Miles who behaved like a true gentleman and steered the conversation to how Alex was performing at school and then went on to bore her a little as he spoke about his business interests. No mention was made of Alex’s parents or other members of the family because Alex knew they cared not what had happened to her. She was an aberration that they had wiped from their memories.

Halfway through her second glass of champagne Alex dared to look around the room. A large table dominated the front part of the restaurant where some kind of celebration was taking place. Besuited men and gowned women sat beside each other on one side of table talking and laughing animatedly. Their adult children sat on the other side: Karen Allbright with Chad Pemberton, Constance Dupree with Rick Macklin and Felicity Lichfield with Denton Stevens; boyfriend next to girlfriend. Karen Allbright was sipping from a champagne flute, staring fixedly at Alex. To Alex’s surprise, Karen raised her glass in a salute to Alex and then rejoined the conversation.

Between the entrée and main course Alex had to pee and she excused herself. She saw the sign for the toilets and opened the door that led down a corridor to the restrooms and made her way to the ladies. It was empty so she went into a stall, peed and took a tiny sachet of Wet Stuff bodyglide capsules from her handbag and inserted three of them into her anus. She knew that Miles would want sex as soon as they got home. Then she washed her hands and freshened her lipstick. When she came out of the restroom Denton Stevens was leaning against the wall opposite.

“Well, well, well, don’t you look classy tonight,” he closed in on Alex and she could smell the booze on his breath.

She gave him a wan smile and attempted to pass him but he spun her around and pressed her to the wall.

“You don’t look anything like the homely excuse for a bag lady we see at school. In fact you look quite fuckable,” he pressed his body against Alex’s and she squirmed and pushed against his shoulders.

Denton was a linebacker and Alex might as well have tried to push a concrete block out of the way.

“Pretty face, perky tits and legs to die for,” Denton tried to kiss Alex but she evaded him.

She couldn’t stop him pawing at her breasts however as he used his bulk to keep her pinned to the wall. He slipped a hand inside the side-slit of her gown and stroked her thigh.

“I bet your pussy is nice and tight too,” his fingers scampered up her thighs and rubbed the front of her panties.

Alex had retucked after peeing and her pantyhose and tight-fitting nylon/spandex-blend bikini panties gave the illusion of a woman’s pubis but would not stand up to a physical examination. Alex didn’t know if she was more horrified by the fact that she was being molested or the fact that she was about to be outed as trans.

She drove the spike of her Jimmy Choo into the top of Denton Stevens’ shoe and felt a small pang of victory when his menacing face turned into a grimace of pain and he hissed through pursed lips. Then suddenly Denton let go of her and bent over double. Alex knew that spiking his foot wasn’t responsible for this reaction.

Mitch Bellingham had punched Denton Stevens in the kidneys from behind. The quick, forceful jab had nearly incapacitated Denton and he was defenceless against the smaller man despite his bulk. Mitch pressed his advantage and pushed Denton against the wall and grabbed his testicles through his trousers and squeezed viciously. Denton keeled over and threw up most of his dinner.

“Leave her alone Denton. Clean yourself up and go back to your table. Put some ice on your balls tonight and it won’t be long until you’re knocking the back out of Felicity Lichfield again,” Mitch poked Denton with the toe of his shoe.

Mitch turned to Alex and led her down the corridor away from Denton to where a door led into the kitchen. Mitch was wearing black pants, a white shirt, a short black jacket and a long apron. A formal busboy’s uniform, which explained what he was doing in the corridor.

“Are you ok?” Mitch had a look of concern on his face.

“My white knight has rescued me again. Let’s keep this between ourselves, I don’t need any more heat from the Karens and I don’t want to cause a ruckus,” Alex straightened out and smoothed her gown.

“Ok, I get it. I’ve gotta get back to work,” Mitch smiled at her and kissed her quickly on the cheek and turned towards the kitchen door.

Alex tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around and she pressed herself against him and kissed him on the lips then she turned away and headed back out towards the restaurant. Denton Stevens had disappeared into men’s room leaving behind a puddle of vomit.

Alex felt exhilarated by the experience rather than revolted or dismayed. She could still feel Denton Steven’s hands on her body and Mitch Bellingham’s mouth on her lips and his body pressing against hers when she kissed him. The danger followed by the salvation, the alcohol she had consumed, the expectation that Miles would ravish her when they arrived home fused into an exciting combination of fear and euphoria,

When she got back to the table Miles could see that his niece was flustered.

“Are you ok?” he showed genuine concern for her.

“I don’t want dessert. Take me home and fuck me,” Alex whispered into Miles’s ear and nibbled his earlobe discreetly.

Miles did not need to be asked twice and he dropped a wad of cash on the table and led Alex out of the restaurant. To anyone interested it looked like an uncle escorting his niece home after a nice family dinner but as soon as the BMW left the curb Alex leaned over and began unzipping Miles’ fly. She freed his penis and took it in her mouth.

“I don’t know what’s got into you tonight but I like it,” Miles turned off the highway and took a longer route home through the quiet country lanes so that Alex could finish the blowjob before they got home.

Whilst Alex was fellating her uncle in the red BMW Karen Allbright had excused herself and made her way to the foyer. She opened the guest register and took a picture of the page where Miles Davenport had entered his details when he signed in.

Miles had refrained from sex for a few days before he left for Minnesota and it didn’t take him long to blow his load. Alex swallowed, wiped her lips and zipped his fly and then she sat upright and put on her seatbelt.

“That was nice,” Miles stroked her cheek.

“That was the appetiser, my cock is throbbing like a sock full of grasshoppers,” Alex smiled lewdly at her uncle.

“Jesus! What happened to you?” Miles was astonished at Alex’s vulgarity.

Alex’s moods swung from reluctance to enthusiastic when they had sex but he had never witnessed her being so lewd and she hardly ever initiated sex. She never denied him his needs but it was always Miles who reached for her not the other way around.

When they entered the townhouse Alex threw herself at Miles, pulling off his jacket and ripping open his shirt, crushing her lips against his, squeezing his cock through his trousers. Her kisses were needy, almost vampiric as she sucked on his tongue, nipped at his lip and rubbed her body against him. She took his hand and put it to her breast and Miles popped her tits free of the inbuilt bralette in the lowcut gown. Her nipples hardened to his touch and Alex guided his face to her bosom.

She sucked on his neck while he suckled her breasts. He lapping at Alex’s berry-sized nipples and nipped at them with his teeth. He heard her gasp and felt her hand slip inside the slit in her dress and rummage around. She guided his hand inside the slit and he found her erect, her cock pushing against the fabric of pantyhose and panties. Miles seldom touched her there but he gripped her aching appendage and stroked it through the layers of nylon and spandex while she unzipped him and freed his cock, which despite being recently drained by her luscious mouth, was once again rock hard.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Alex moaned and lifted his face from her bosom and kissed him deeply.

Miles guided Alex towards the couch until the back of her legs brushed against the seat then he lowered her onto the cushions, still kissing her, her hand still gripping his cock. He ruched up her gown and lay between her legs and Alex opened them wide and directed his cock to her pubis. She slit open her pantyhose with a long manicured nail and slipped her uncle’s cock inside the gusset of her panties, then through the hole in her pantyhose and nestled it in her sphincter. She was still kissing him, sucking his mouth like she was trying to siphon the essences out of him.

She pushed upward, impaling herself on Miles’ steely organ, feeling it open her sphincter like a flowering bud, feeling it fill her anus with its abundant meaty shaft, feeling the glans press on her prostate causing her cock to leak a continual stream of pre-ejaculate. Miles gasped as his cock slid into her tight, slick sheath. She locked her legs around him, encouraging him to fuck her. She sucked on his mouth whilst her anus constricted around the shaft of his cock. She was like a succubus attempting to drain him of his lifeforce.

“Fuck me Miles! Cum in me! Fill me with your jizz!” Alex gasped into his mouth as she writhed beneath him.

Her hips gyrated and her groin rose up from the couch to meet his thrusts as Miles fucked her harder and faster, her anus felt like a velvet glove gripping his cock. Her nylon-sheathed legs chafed against his flanks, encouraging him, her heels clicked together in the small of his back as she clung to him so she could grind her pubis into him so that every millimetre of his cock was inside her and she could rub her cock on his belly.

She writhed beneath him like a banshee, making animal noises as an overwhelming orgasm wracked her entire her body. Her sphincter lit up with sparklets of delight, her rectum contracted around his throbbing organ and her prostate radiated a deep resonance as her cock juddered and filled her panties with her scalding jism. Miles felt her issue on his belly as she moaned into his mouth and his aching penis erupted, filling her void with his creamy milt.

He fucked her hard, driving her into the couch, emptying the contents of his scrotum into her as Alex clawed and mewled beneath him. He felt her cock juddering against his belly, her panties sodden with her milky secretions, her silken-shrouded limbs scouring his flanks.

They lay exhausted in each others arms, basking in the afterglow until eventually Miles climbed off his niece who lay on the couch with her dress rucked up around her waist, her panties sodden with semen, her makeup ruined and her hair tousled. She smiled up at him salaciously and once again Miles wondered what had got into her.

“Let’s go to bed. We can sleep in tomorrow and spend the day in bed,” Alex sighed.

Miles was not about to argue with that proposal. When he left Alex’s apartment early on Monday morning he felt delightfully drained and his cock was sore.

To be continued…

The Karens - Chapter 2

Author:

Michele Nylons

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CAUTION: Sex / Sexual Scenes

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Chapter Two – Cinderella

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 knew that her ruse was up. The Karens, their boyfriends, Mitch Bellingham, and who knows who else had seen her at the country club and had witnessed her transformation from Plain Jane to chic nymphet. When she arrived at school she saw The Karens staring at her when she removed the stylish fur-lined coat she wore to keep out the cold to reveal a mauve skirt and jacket, black silk blouse, black opaque tights and chunky block heeled Mary Janes with and an over-arch strap. Her highlighted, wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif and heavier makeup completed the ensemble.

Karen Allbright wagged a finger at her.

“Come with me snow bunny,” Alex followed the Karens into a vacant classroom.

“Quite the transformation, Walmart,” Karen quipped.

Alex said nothing. The Karens were wearing designer winter clothes looking more like fashion models than high school seniors but so did Alex. She leaned against the wall trying to act casual but said nothing.

“Miles Davenport. Florida based businessman and douchebag. I did a little digging over the weekend. One of his companies pays the rent on your townhouse and I bet he’s paying your tuition fees. Is he your sugar daddy? You sure came out of the ragbag for him Saturday night,” the Karens formed a semi-circle around her.

“He’s my uncle! I was emancipated at sixteen and Uncle Miles has supported me since,” Alex didn’t bother lying.

“Emancipated? Did daddy like to tuck you in at night a little too often? Did he like to help you take your bath?” Constance Dupree quipped wickedly.

“Eww! Nothing like that. My parents and I fell out over my life choices. They wanted me to leave school after my senior year and marry a boy from their church. They wanted me to be a housewife with screaming brats around my feet with a husband who worked at some lame job. They wanted a docile homemaker who gave them grandbabies and who cleaned house and shopped for groceries while her husband toiled at some dead-end job,” the practiced lie slid easily off Alex’s tongue.

“But why move all the way to Masons Peak to finish your senior year?” Felicity Lichfield chimed in.

“To get as far away from my parents as possible. Uncle Miles pays my rent, my tuition and he has a college fund for me too,” the half-truth was easy to say.

“But why the disguise? Why no attempt to make friends?” Karen was not going to let Alex off that easy.

“I’m a private person and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. Do you know how hard it is joining a school for the last year of seniors? Everybody else knows each other. The cliques have formed, friendships are established. I knew that I would be the outsider and that suited me just fine. I didn’t want to have to explain myself to a bunch of people who care nothing about me and who I would only know for one year before I left for college,” it was easy for Alex to sound exasperated.

“If you had turned up like this on the first day I might have even considered letting you join our little entourage. You’re kinda pretty in your own way. You’re smart and articulate and it’s obvious you have fashion sense, even if you’ve been hiding it away for the last few months,” Karen leaned into Alex, her face inches away.

Her breath smelled sweet like bubblegum and she was wearing expensive perfume. Her skin was flawless as was her makeup.

“Are we still good?” Alex breathed.

“Tell me what happened in the restroom corridor at the country club Saturday night?” Karen smiled wickedly.

Alex turned to face Felicity Lichfield.

“Your boyfriend pushed me against the wall and felt me up. I defended myself and then Mitch Bellingham came out of nowhere and helped me. I didn’t come on to Denton, he came on to me. He was drunk and probably thought that I was easy. I’m sure that you girls have had to stave off unwanted advances before,” Alex appealed to their vanity.

“If you weren’t dressed like a whore in that red dress I’m sure Denton wouldn’t have gone anywhere near you,” Felicity Lichfield hissed.

“You're probably right. My uncle bought me that dress and insisted that I get gussied up for a special occasion. He’d just clinched a big business deal or something equally as boring, but he looks after me so I dressed up for him,” another half-truth told easily.

“Ok Walmart. We’re still good. We are far too busy now to spend time hazing you anyway,” Karen said dismissively and Alex breathed a sigh of relief and turned away.

“By the way Alex… love your suit,” Karen winked at Alex and smiled sweetly.

The Hanibal Lecter reference was not lost on Alex.

“Are you serious Karen! Are we really going to let that bitch get away with it? Denton swears that she came on to him!” Felicity whined.

“Oh get over yourself Felicity. You know that Denton is a poon hound when he’s drunk. He tried it on with me and Constance at the last kegger,” Karen dismissed Felicity and Constance Dupree blushed.

“But we haven’t finished with Alexandra Plessy. She’s still hiding stuff and I just don’t like her but you know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. We are going to be nice to her for now, but like I said before, we need to think up something really big and surprise her with it when she least expects it,” Karen led her entourage out of the classroom so they could prepare for the first period.

“Hello stranger let me introduce myself. I’m Mitch Bellingham… and you are?” Mitch Bellingham approached Alex at lunch.

“Fuck off Mitch,” Alex smiled at him, accepting the backhanded compliment.

“Wow! Just wow!” Mitch sat down beside her at the lunch table.

“When I saw you Saturday night I was blown away but given the circumstances it’s not like we could stop to chat. Then you turn up at school today looking like this,” Mitch indicated her outfit.

“Are you that fickle Mitch? Judging me by my appearance? I’ve had five other guys come on to me today already,” Alex clipped.

“That’s not the case Alex. I’ve been thinking about you since the cross country when I kissed you on the cheek but you were so aloof that I was afraid to approach you. Then you kissed me at the country club and I thought I had a chance, so here I am,” Mitch replied.

“So here you are. What can I do for you Mitch?” Alex was enjoying the banter.

“You said that you would find some way to repay me after I rescued you at the cross country, well, I want a date,” Mitch finally got to the point.

“You work at the country club as a busboy?” Alex changed the subject.

“Yep, I’m saving for college. I don’t have a rich uncle,” Mitch regretted saying it immediately.

“I’m sorry I said that. I saw you sitting with him at the restaurant and Felicity is already putting around that your uncle is some big deal down in Florida. It’s none of my business really, I shouldn’t have bothered you,” Mitch began to get up from the table.

Alex knew that this was her chance to let Mitch go on good terms. She had made peace with The Karens. Uncle Miles had stopped sulking and complaining and had even offered to lease her a car after their passionate weekend. Things could continue as they had since she arrived Masons Peak. She could be the loner, the recluse, the girl who kept to herself and just concentrate on getting good grades.

But Alex knew that it wasn’t Denton Stevens’ hands on her body or Miles’ passionate kisses and prolonged foreplay that had fuelled her desire on Saturday night and all day Sunday. It was the memory of the kiss that she had stolen from Mitch Bellingham outside the kitchen. The feel of his body pressed against hers in that satin gown, the softness of his lips and the urgency of the situation had fired her imagination and when she was lying under Miles Davenport, moaning like a slattern, it was Mitch that Alex was dreaming of.

But she had a huge secret. Nobody in Masons Peak knew that she was transgender so Mitch was under the assumption that she was a cis woman. Was it fair to lead him on? Not telling him would be deceitful but telling him could have enormous consequences. He might be repulsed by her. She had moved to Masons Peak because Minnesota is considered to be one of the most LGBTQ friendly states and transgenders have the same legal rights as non-LGBTQ people but people have their individual prejudices. Alex had no intention of coming out as trans unless she had to.

Then she rationalised that she would only be living in Masons Peak for a year or so. If Mitch blabbed that she was trans she could live with the consequences but she preferred not to. She had come out as trans at her last school and had effectively been banished, although technically she left before she was expelled.

Alex had never had a boyfriend. When she came out as trans in Miami she had been shunned. A few predatory types had come on to her when they knew that no one was looking but she instinctively knew that they were just curious about what it would like to fuck a tranny in the ass or maybe she might throw them a blowjob. She saw right through them. Anyway there was no way that Uncle Miles would allow her to have boyfriend.

She began to rationalise. What if she and Mitch just became friends? Even if they canoodled a little she could stop it before things got to the stage where she would have to reveal the secret she kept hidden in her panties. She desperately wanted company but only with someone she could trust and so far Mitch seemed trustworthy and gallant.

She put out her hand and clamped it on Mitch’s wrist to stop him from leaving.

“One date. Friday night. You pick where,” Alex looked around and saw that no one was looking and she kissed him quickly on the cheek and got up and left the table exposing a lot of leg when she did so which was not lost on Mitch Bellingham.

Alex fretted all week about the forthcoming date but she was also excited. Where would Mitch take her? Would he try to kiss her? Where his intentions honourable? She knew that she was behaving like a eighth grade girl rather than nineteen year old young woman: exchanging furtive smiles with Mitch in classes, brushing against each other in the corridor, fussing about how she looked before she went to school, showing him a little more leg and cleavage to tease him.

On Wednesday a bright yellow Mini Cooper was delivered to Alex’s town house. It had a big red ribbon tied around it with a card attached.

‘To my wonderful niece Alexandra, thank you for a wonderful weekend and I hope there are many more to follow. I am very proud of you and wish you all the best. Keep making your grades and I look forward to helping you select a college worthy of your talents’ the card read.

It was Miles way of thanking her for the incredible sex and behaving suitably subservient over the weekend. It was also a reminder of his control over her and his intention to keep her as his concubine when she went to college but it was innocuously worded.

In the glove compartment was the lease, the registration and the insurance papers. As was his custom, the vehicle was leased by one of his companies with no direct link to Miles.

All that aside, Alex was pleased that she no longer had to walk or bike to school in the bitter cold and snow. Masons Peak was a mostly affluent community and most of the seniors had cars; mostly good cars but there were some beaters. Her Mini wasn’t exceptional by any means but the bright yellow finish with the black racing stripes made a statement.

“Nice wheels Alex, did Uncle Miles buy you that for your birthday or was it for being a good girl?” Karen Allbright quipped when she pulled up next to Alex in her Lexus.

Alex wasn’t sure if Karen was paying her a compliment or insinuating something sinister but she was not going to engage either way.

“Uncle Miles leased it for me. It’s just a loaner really,” Alex replied.

Chad Pemberton pulled into the parking lot and walked over and kissed his girlfriend and they walked arm in arm towards the school buildings, disengaging as they left the parking lot. PDAs were not permitted on school grounds.

Mitch Bellingham parked the beat up 2005 Dodge Ram pickup that he was restoring and sauntered over looking suitably cool with a hint of ‘bad boy’ in his ripped and faded jeans and scuffed leather jacket. His smile made Alex tingle all over and for the thousandth time she wondered why he didn’t have a steady girlfriend.

“Nice to have a rich uncle. Are you sure that you don’t want to pick me up on Friday? Your car is a lot better than mine,” Alex knew that the banter was good natured.

“A gentleman picks up his date and drives her home after. I do hope you are going to behave like a gentleman on our first date,” Alex teased him.

She turned away, knowing that her skirt would flick up tantalisingly as she did so, and strode off towards the school. Mitch liked that Alex still wore skirts in the winter. Those long legs clad in shimmery opaque pantyhose were a real distraction and he wondered what it might be like to feel them. As it turned out, he found out Friday night.

*****

“You have got to be kidding!” Alex squealed when Mitch pulled into the grassed parking lot next to the carnival that had been set up in a paddock on the outskirts of town.

The traveling carnival came to Masons Peak once a year and consisted of amusement rides, food vendors, merchandise vendors, games of chance and skill, thrill acts, and animal acts. It was the perfect first date. No fancy restaurant where they would have to make small talk to fill the awkward silences or a movie where they would sit nervously side by side munching popcorn wondering if it was ok to neck. They could have fun as they rode the rides, unselfconsciously eat messy junk food and still be able to chat and banter and get to know each other.

Mitch helped Alex out of the cab of his truck although she didn’t need it but it was good way to behave gentlemanly whilst getting a glimpse of thigh as her skirt rode up when she slid out of the seat.

Alex had tortured herself about what to wear and not knowing where they were going made things harder. She wanted to look pretty but not slutty but still show off her best attributes. She finally decided on a simple black A-line skirt, a round-neck white body-hugging sweater, pink sheer tights and sensible black strappy shoes. She’d let her hair out and her makeup was a little heavier than what she wore to school but not whorish.

Mitch was wearing tight faded blue-jeans, a long sleeve tee, his favourite leather jacket and ankle boots. His shoulder-length sandy hair blew around his handsome face in the wind. They walked quickly to the carnival where the trailers, amusement rides and tents formed a barrier against the wind and the air was warm with the smell cotton candy, hotdogs, hamburgers and beer. Mitch helped Alex take off her hooded fur lined coat and he was impressed by what she had chosen to wear.

“You look nice,” Mitch commented nervously.

“You can fuck off Mitch if that’s gonna be your best line,” Alex playfully punched him in shoulder then leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Her hair tickled his face and her perfume smelled exotic. They were both glad that the tone had been set for a playful evening with nothing serious being discussed or inferred. They hit the rides, riding the tilt-a-whirl, the Ferris wheel, the haunted house and they delighted in crashing into each other in the bumper cars. On the more exciting rides Alex clung to Mitch which he did not mind one little bit. He liked having her press her body into his and got a bit of ‘side-boob’ action when she did so.

He won her a big teddy bear at the shooting gallery but they both lost on the ring toss, the bowling pin knockdown and the balloon pop which were all rigged anyway. They had their fortunes told, watched a juggling exhibition and a clown show and by then they were famished and made their way to the concession tent. Mitch sat Alex down at a table away from the crowd and went in search of food and drink. There was no ID check when he purchased two Bud Lights and he came back to the table with a tray loaded with food and the beer.

Mitch sat across from Alex and reached for a hotdog topped with caramelised onions, crunchy bacon bits, melted cheese and drizzled with ketchup and mustard.

“If you think you are going to kiss me after eating that you're dreaming,” Alex screwed up her face.

“Ew! Who would ever want to kiss you!” Mitch laughed and took a big bite of the hotdog.

“Well, not you now, that’s for sure,” Alex smiled at him and dipped a French fry into the little container of mayonnaise and twirled it around.

“Well now that you are eating the devil’s jism there is no way I’m going to kiss you,” Mitch pointed at the mayonnaise.

“Good that’s settled. You now know that I hate onions and I know that you hate mayonnaise,” Alex smiled at him and then pushed the French fry into her mouth ensuring that some mayonnaise dribbled down her chin.

“Oh my god that is disgusting!” Mitch reached for a napkin and wiped Alex’s mouth and they both laughed and reached for their beers.

“Here’s an idea. Lets forget the small talk and get right to it and tell each other five things that we like about each other,” Mitch took a swallow of his beer.

“Even better. We tell each other five things that we like about each other and five things that we don’t like about each other, sort of a switch on Ten Things I Hate About You,” Alex grinned smugly.

“Well you are sort of like Julia Stiles but not as pretty and you don’t have blonde hair,” Mitch teased.

“And you're sort of like Heath Ledger without the cute Aussie accent or his good looks. You kinda try to pull him off with the faded jeans and beat up leather jacket but I’m getting more Fonzie than Heath,” Alex returned the quip and stuck another fry in the mayo and ate it with her mouth open.

“Classy… I tell you what; that’s the first thing I don’t like about you. You chew with your mouth open,” Mitch tried to sound serious but he was choking back a laugh, especially when Alex grabbed a handful of fries, doused them in mayo and stuffed them in her mouth.

“Ok so I’m ugly, I eat mayo and I don’t have table manners, keep going,” Alex was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“Well you run like a girl and you made me lose a race that I was sure to win,” Mitch made a stupid face.

“Is that five?” Alex asked.

“No, that counts as one. Your babyshit yellow clown car is so small and stupid that if you put that teddy bear I won you in the passenger seat you could get away with driving in the carpool lane,” Mitch banged the table and raised his hands and gave her a double Vee hand gesture.

“Is that all got,” Alex smiled meekly at Mitch and then launched into her response.

“You think you're cute with your lone wolf attitude, long sandy hair, pretty face and shitty leather jacket but you are a second rate desperate attention seeker with a bad haircut and poor dress sense,” Alex took another French fry.

“I’ll take cute; the rest is debateable but keep going,” Mitch smiled.

“You are never going to finish restoring that car and you need to fix the heating rather than wasting money on the fuzzy dice hanging from your rear vision mirror,” Alex quipped and ate another fry.

“Hey!” Mitch pretended to be hurt.

“You are the one that runs like a girl not me and you were coming last in that race when you stopped to help me,” Alex put a finger up to stop him when Mitch tried to interject.

“And finally, when you wear your sports tights your package looks tiny,” Alex gave him a mischievous grin.

“Hey! I thought we weren’t going to comment about each other’s bodies but I have to tell you that when I do wear my sport tights I have to tuck my junk otherwise all the other guys would feel inadequate and the girls would swoon,” Mitch leaned over and stole a French fry.

Alex blushed. Talking about tucking was a something that was too close to home.

“So now the five good things,” Alex said.

“Ok, you are intelligent, witty and can hold a decent conversation,” Mitch began.

“You are independent and don’t care what people think about you,” he continued.

“I’ve seen you perform in drama class and I think you have the potential to be a good actor but that might also demonstrate an ability to present a façade and you might be hiding a deep dark secret. You're not a serial killer are you?” Mitch joked but Alex inwardly flinched because she was hiding a deep dark secret.

“I like it that you stood up to The Karens when they were hazing you. You didn’t back down but you didn’t have to resort to snitching on them. I like a girl who is independent and able to stand her ground,” Mitch said with a serious tone.

“And finally, because you got personal, your ass looks awesome in those leggings you wear to PT and your legs always look amazing,” Mitch blushed as he said it.

“So my tits aren’t worthy of praise?” Alex blushed and took the compliment despite her joshing.

“Oh, your tits are fine but I’m an ass and leg man. Your turn,” Mitch beamed at her and took a swallow of beer.

“Ok, I like that you are a hard worker. I know that you work at the country club on weekends and do yard work after school to subsidise your income,” Alex began.

“I also like that you too are independent and don’t hang out in a clique like most of the guys,” she continued.

“You too are witty, a great conversationalist and don’t take yourself too seriously,” she dipped another fry into the mayo.

“I like it that you are gallant enough to have to come to my rescue on two occasions but aren’t supercilious enough to make a big deal out of it,” it was Mitch’s turn to blush.

“And finally I like it that you picked a perfect place for our first date,” Alex reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

“Well thanks and on that note I think it’s time to wrap this up. I have to work all day tomorrow and Sunday,” Mitch started gathering up the food scraps and empty beer cans and put them on the tray.

In the car on the way home Alex began to think seriously about what she was doing. She had never been on a date before with anyone except Miles and she had enjoyed it immensely but where was she going with Mitch? She didn’t have that long left in Masons Peak and they would both be going to different colleges. There was definitely a spark between them which she realised could easily become a flame but she hadn’t told him her biggest secret. What would his reaction be if and when he found out that she was trans? She didn’t want to lead him on. Then there was Miles Davenport to consider. Maybe they could just continue as friends and leave it at that.

Her driveway had been cleared but a light sprinkling of snow was falling when Mitch pulled up outside her townhouse. Here came the awkward part.

Mitch went around and got the car door for her and walked her to the porch. They were both nervous but Alex doubly so. She set her resolve. She would let him kiss her goodnight and that would be it… no tongue and definitely no sex, this was their first date after all. She waited for Mitch to make the first move as she stood there with the ridiculously huge teddy bear in her arms.

“Well I guess this is goodnight. Thank you for a fantastic evening,” Mitch stood in front of her at a respectful distance watching snowflakes cling to her hair and lashes; she looked beautiful.

Alex was thinking of a witty reply when Mitch suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her. Alex’s resolve melted immediately. The kiss was at first soft and tender but soon became fervent and needy. Alex dropped the bear and wrapped her arms around Mitch and returned the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, ignoring the taste of onions and beer. Miles was a good kisser but Mitch did things with his tongue that ignited a burning desire.

They pressed their bodies together and despite their bulky clothing they could feel the need in each other. Her breasts mashed against his chest, Mitch slipped a hand inside her coat and squeezed her ass and she put her hands inside his jacket so that she could hold him closer. The kiss seemed to last an eternity and Alex told herself that this was it. They would say goodnight to each other once the kiss was broken.

“Come inside, it’s freezing out here,” she whispered when they finally broke the kiss.

She scooped up the bear and turned her back on him so that she could unlock the door.

‘What was she doing!’ she thought as she let him inside.

The heating was on and Mitch helped Alex out of her fur coat and then took off his jacket then he reached for her again and kissed her. They stood in the hallway kissing passionately, the heat of their bodies matching the warmth coming from the heating vents. Mitch cupped her buttocks and squeezed them and she felt his cock thicken against her belly through his tight jeans.

She would let him cop a feel here in the hallway and then send him on his way with blue balls. Alex was determined to put a stop to this madness.

“Let’s go into the loungeroom,” she gasped into his mouth.

She took his hand and led him to the couch where they took up where they had left off. Kissing each other greedily and pawing at each other. Mitch squeezed her breasts through her sweater and felt her nipples engorge. She put her hands inside his long-sleeved tee and raked her fingers along his chest and across his six-packed belly.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Alex gasped when they finally took a breath.

“Ew! Who would want to fuck a harpy like you,” Mitch tried to make light of the situation.

“Shut up and kiss me, stupid,” Alex reached for him again, kissing him deeply, her hands under his tee, caressing his warm skin.

His hands slipped inside her sweater and he expertly unclasped her brassiere. He squeezed her breasts and fingered her erect nipples and Alex gasped into his mouth. She removed a hand from inside his shirt and pressed it to his groin and traced the outline of his cock through his jeans and it was Mitch’s turn to gasp.

Alex could feel that Mitch’s cock was huge, he wasn’t joking about the size of it when she’d jested about his package. Frissons of delight were radiating from her breasts and her lips as Mitch tended to her nipples and his tongue swirled in her mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing in his jeans, straining against the denim, aching for release. Her own cock was uncomfortably bloated between her legs, stretching her pantyhose and panties. She was terrified that Mitch might attempt to feel her up through her panties and when he slipped a hand under her skirt and began to stroke her thighs she balked.

As delicately as she could, Alex removed Mitch’s hand from under her skirt.

“Sorry I went too far,” Mitch lay on top of Alex breathing heavily, his cock pressed against her belly, one hand still idly fondling a nipple.

“You know I read somewhere that in South Africa, premarital vaginal penetration was not allowed in traditional Zulu society but young people could have external sexual intercourse between the thighs,” Alex smiled up at him salaciously.

“God, I love it that you are a history buff,” Mitch began to kiss her again while Alex struggled to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.

Mitch helped her yank his jeans and underpants down his thighs. His boated rod sprang free and Alex cupped it in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around the girth of it. It throbbed in her hand, the veins pulsing under the silky flesh, the glans a swollen mushroom that was leaking pre-ejaculate which Alex used to lubricate the fine specimen of manhood as she stroked it.

Mitch’s kisses became fervid and he slipped both hands under her ass and squeezed her buttocks with urgency. She could sense that he was close to extremis and she guided his penis between her thighs and clamped them shut. The silky sheer sensation of Alex’s pantyhose-swathed flesh lit up the pleasure centres in Mitch’s body and he gripped her buttocks tightly as he began to fuck her legs.

The perception of Mitch’s colossal organ sliding between Alex’s thighs was overpoweringly erotic and Alex’s cock strained against her pantyhose, wetting the nylon with precum. She would have loved to put his cock there, pressing it against hers but that was only a dream. She closed her legs tighter around his cock as he humped her thighs while she raked her fingernails down his back, kissing him with intense fervour.

She felt his cock palpitate and suddenly her thighs were sodden with a glutinous wellspring of steamy milt that soaked into her pantyhose and puddled between her legs. Mitch was driving her into cushions, thrusting his cock between her silken-shrouded limbs, the sensation of her gossamer nylons and sleek soft flesh against his sensitive organ drawing every scintilla of semen from his shuddering organ.

Mitch lay on top of her his whole body trembling until the intensity of his orgasm became a mellow afterglow. His kisses became tender and loving. He let go of her buttocks and stroked her hair affectionately. Her fingers grazed his cheek. She could feel his cock slowly deflating and the puddle of semen soaking into her nylons.

“You said no sex,” Mitch grinned at her.

“No, I said I'm not going to fuck you,” Alex smiled back at him.

“Saving your virginity for marriage?” Mitch quipped and then saw the storm clouds gathering in her face.

“I have to work all day tomorrow and Sunday including the evenings.” Mitch quickly changed the subject.

“Who said I wanted to see you again anyway,” Alex stuck a finger in his mouth playfully.

“Yeah you do,” Mitch kissed her nose quickly.

“Maybe. Don’t be an asshole; text me over the weekend,” Alex patted him on the back, a signal that their dalliance was over.

“This is kinda awkward,” Mitch took his penis from between her legs and struggled to put it away and pull up his underwear and jeans while he straddled her.

Alex lay there with her skirt hiked up, a puddle of cooling semen between her legs.

“Kinda. Why don’t you just kiss me goodbye and see yourself out and save me the indignity of you watching me try to make it to the bathroom without getting your splooge all over myself,” Alex quipped.

“You are a classy girl Alex,” Mitch managed to untangle himself and sit on the edge of the couch.

He leaned down and kissed her long and hard and then he stood up, waved at her, and left the room.

When Alex heard the front door slam shut she quickly freed her aching penis from between her legs and after a few quick strokes, added her own semen to the mess that Mitch had left between her legs.

Mitch sent Alex a couple of texts over the weekend, not as many for her to think that he was stalking her but enough to be polite. There was nothing lewd in the texts, he just thanked her for the date on Friday and told her a couple of jokes using his dry wit. He did tell her that he was looking forward to seeing her again at school on Monday.

Alex fretted over the weekend, at times admonishing herself for letting things get out of hand and at times relishing the fun they’d had on the date and reliving the sex they’d had after. Was she being impulsive? Was she being stupid? Should she come out to Mitch as a transgender woman? Should she break it off? Her mind was in turmoil.

Then there was Miles to think about. What would he say or do if he found out about her and Mitch? Miles was incredibly possessive of her despite his own promiscuity. She thought it best to keep her burgeoning relationship with Mitch a secret. Miles was coming to visit again next weekend and she would have to make sure that she didn’t do or say anything that might raise suspicion.

Alex and Mitch met in the school parking lot on Monday morning. They had agreed to park way back in the lot so they had privacy. Because of the cold wind and snow flurries most of students and staff parked as close to the entrance as possible. Alex climbed into the cab of Mitch’s Dodge despite the fact the heating didn’t work very well. It would be too cramped in her Mini. Alex had decided to play it cool and not to let things progress any further. She didn’t want to encourage him.

“Hi, how was your weekend?” Mitch said when she was settled in the passenger seat.

“Lots of study,” Alex replied cooly.

“Did you think about me much? I thought about you all weekend,” Mitch gave her that heartbreaking smile and Alex’s resolve began to crumble.

“Friday night was so awesome, not just the sex part. I really like being with you,” Mitch took her hand and traced the lines on her palm.

“Everybody uses awesome to describe everything now. It’s almost lost its meaning,” Alex huffed, trying her best to remain composed, despite the thrill she felt every time Mitch touched her.

He put his hand to her face and stroked her cheek.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to find a better adjective to describe my feelings,” Mitch pretended to pout but he wasn’t mocking her.

“It was only a first date, maybe I’m reading too much into it,” he breathed.

Alex leaned across the console and began to kiss him passionately. They canoodled for a while, fogging up the windows.

“I missed you over the weekend,” Alex admitted, stroking his cheek which was bristly because he hadn’t shaved.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry that I have to work every weekend but I need the money. I work most days after school too Alex,” Mitch sighed.

“What time do you finish your yard work with Mister Alvirez?” Alex asked.

“It’s not so busy now. We’re mainly shovelling snow and salting driveways, unblocking gutters, pruning trees and stuff. The sun sets early but we work under lights until around six thirty,” Mitch shrugged his shoulders.

“Come around for dinner tonight at seven. Is that cool?” Alex asked.

“It’s cool,” Mitch smiled at her and her heart melted.

“One more thing. I don’t want anyone to know about us. It’s not that I wouldn’t be happy to be seen with you but you know how these things go. Kids speculate and gossip and I don’t want that. Is that ok?” Alex pleaded and Mitch’s heart moved when she made puppy eyes at him; her face was so pretty framed by the fur-lined hood.

“Me too. Let’s play it cool. What we do is our business and nobody else’s,” Mitch replied and reached for her again and kissed her long and hard.

Alex climbed out of the truck but she kept the door open.

“And another thing. I’m still not gonna fuck you,” Alex gave him a cheeky grin.

“I told you I don’t fuck harpies. By the way, are they the same pantyhose you were wearing on Friday night?” Mitch asked with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Alex stuck out her tongue and slammed the door.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Alex whispered to herself as she made her way back to her Mini to pick up her shoulder bag and fix her lipstick.

Neither of them had spotted Karen Allbright’s Lexus parked a few rows over but Karen had witnessed the whole charade.

“As you know, it’s the time of year to put together our play for the final semester. We usually produce a classic or something Shakespearean but this year I want to go somewhere different. The classics usually have a strong male lead with a few exceptions such as the likes of Austen and Brontë so keeping with the times, this play will feature several female leads,” Eric Vogel began the drama lesson.

“I’ve decided to really spice things up and I’ve written my own script. It’s a musical farce, sort of a Cinderella story but think Pretty Woman meets Working Girl set in the 1980s when the glass ceiling was very much a thing and women found it very difficult to rise to the top. Not only did they have to compete with men but they often undermined each other in order to get ahead. Many women still felt the need to compete fiercely with their female colleagues,” he continued.

A few of the girls booed and Eric Vogel smiled.

“Look, it’s just a plot device. The lead will be a Cinderella type who is overlooked by her male superiors and impeded by her female contemporaries. I’ll handout my draft and we can discuss it, listen to suggestions, make changes and I want you all to decide what roles you want to apply for. We can’t all be thespians. I need a choreographer, stagehands, light and sound technicians, costume designers, and support staff. Your grades will be applied to how well you perform your role regardless of whether you are acting on stage or directing a spotlight,” Eric Vogel explained.

“Pick up a copy of the draft when you leave. Take it home and study it and tomorrow we will begin. Today we will complete the stagecraft component of the curricula which is the final theoretical component of the course. Starting tomorrow all our time, effort and resources will be expended on the play,” Mister Vogel patted the stack of scripts on his desk.

Mitch arrived at Alex’s at seven sharp and Alex ushered him inside before she kissed him. The neighbours were nosy and a visitor on a Monday night might attract unwanted attention. They kissed in the hallway, a long lingering kiss but there was no groping, they both figured that might come later. The little apartment was warm and filled with cooking smells.

Mitch removed his jacket and hung it on hook. He was dressed in his usual jeans and long tee combo whilst Alex wore a simple but elegant felted wool dress in a rich burgundy hue. It featured a flattering Vee neckline and short sleeves and the midi length added a touch of grace. She had chosen sheer black pantyhose and black low heels and wore her fine gold chain and locket around her neck and gold studs in her earlobes. Her hair was pulled away from her face. She wanted to look attractive but not seductive.

She led Mitch to a small dining suite and he took a seat, enjoying the ambience. He could detect a hint of the same perfume that Alex had worn Friday night amid the fragrant aromas of something delicious.

“Pour the wine, the first course is nearly ready,” Alex returned to the open plan kitchen.

Mitch poured the Australian shiraz into two glass and sat back admiring Alex move around the kitchen. The dress showed off her best assets. He’d caught a glimpse of her black lace brassiere peeking above the Vee neckline of her dress in the hallway and it drew his eyes to her small but perky breasts but Mitch spent most of his time watching her ass sway as she moved around the kitchen and her legs strut as she moved from stove to countertop. He wished the dress was a little shorter.

Alex set before Mitch a bowl of French onion soup made with beef stock and perfectly caramelized onions with cheesy bread on top. It smelled delicious.

“You hate onions,” Mitch commented.

“But you love them,” Alex smiled and flitted away to the kitchen.

She came back with a beet salad for herself and sat herself down across from him.

“Bon appétit,” she raised her glass and took a sip and Mitch followed suit.

Mister Alvirez’ was a hard taskmaster and Mitch was ravenous. He gobbled half of the soup down before he stopped to talk.

“Did you get a chance to read Mister Vogel’s script?” Alex asked.

“I had a study hall period this afternoon and skimmed it in the library. It’s kinda cheesy. A small town girl named Alice in the big city working in an office as a secretary alongside two other bitches. Their lame-ass boss challenges them to come up with a business idea because the hierarchy insists on promoting a woman in the firm. Of course the small town girl comes up with the best idea and the bitches steal it,” Mitch said and the popped some crusty bread into his mouth.

“And the happy ending is cliché. They go to the office party and the bitches set up the small town girl and embarrass her in front of everyone and she runs away but the boss finds out that it’s Alice who has come up with this amazing business plan and he chases her down and tells her that he loves her and blah, blah, blah,” Mitch summed up the play succinctly.

“Yeah it really is an eighties romcom but isn’t it a kind of a satire on the genre?” Alex opined.

“I didn’t have enough time to study it properly and maybe I missed that. You would be perfect as Alice,” Mitch grinned at her.

“Why, because I look like a small town girl,” Alex teased.

“No because I’ve seen you improv and act and you are good,” Mitch topped off their wine.

“Everybody knows that Karen Allbright will get the part of Alice and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield will get to play the two bitches. Constance and Felicity wont even have to act,” Alex said snidely.

“I’m going for something back of house; stage manager maybe. Something out of the limelight. You could play Gareth Dillingham though, because you can pull off lame-ass. Sort of Heath Ledger meets Don Draper,” Alex chuckled.

“I don’t know. Mister Vogel is kinda sweet on you. There have been rumours that he has a casting couch in his office,” Mitch smirked at Alex.

“Ew!” Alex threw her napkin at Mitch then got up to clear away the dishes.

Mitch watched Alex cook two small Wagyu steaks on the grill and bring them to the table with a tossed salad and two baked potatoes. She served him, retrieved her napkin and retired to her place across from him. They ate heartily and drank wine and discussed the merits of various colleges.

Mitch helped Alex clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher which Alex appreciated. Miles never lifted a finger when he visited except to grope her or pour a drink.

They settled on the couch and Mitch pulled Alex into a comfortable position close beside him and nuzzled her neck and played with her hair. Alex could sense the sexual tension begin to build and once again she got a case of the guilts. Was she leading him on? Was she duplicitous or just keeping her secret from him for both their sakes?

Mitch kissed her and she felt her resolve begin to dissipate. His lips were soft, his tongue searched her mouth, a hand went to her breasts and she could feel Mitch’s hard body against her, his heart was beating fast. She let him fondle her breasts through her dress and when he eased his hand inside the neckline she let him. He caressed her globes through the flimsy, lace brassiere and her nipples hardened to his touch. Their kisses became more needy.

Mitch lifted her into his lap and she snuggled against him. She stretched her long legs along the couch and they resumed kissing and Mitch slipped his hand inside her dress again to cosset her breasts. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. If she was going put a stop to any further dalliance, now was the time. She felt so treasured sitting like this. It was romantic and Mitch’s kisses were sensual, his fingers had awakened an aching yearn in her breasts and her nipples responded accordingly.

His other hand circled her belly, smoothing her dress against her flesh. There was nothing lewd in it, it was comforting, almost surreal. They kissed for a while, Mitch flittering his tongue in her mouth, one hand teasing her breasts while the other stroked her belly. Then the hand stroking her belly began to gather the fabric of her dress, pulling the hem up her legs until her thighs were exposed. Mitch took his time as his hand snaked down her torso until it rested on her hip and then moved to her thigh where he lazily circled his fingers. He pinched her pantyhose between two fingers and then the released the ductile fabric so that it snapped back against her leg.

“Don’t you put a runner in them,” Alex smirked into his mouth around a kiss.

“They’re so smooth and silky,” Mitch petted her leg.

“They do feel nice, especially when you touch them like that,” Alex admitted.

Mitch caressed her thighs as their kisses became more impassioned. Her breasts were sensitive to his touch, her nipples erect and aching, her thighs alive with deep sensuality as Mitch stoked and fondled them, her nylons hissing when he dragged his fingertips across the sheer fabric. When his fingers grazed the crease where her thigh joined her torso she mewled but she was aware that Mitch was heading towards dangerous territory and when he fondled the lace trimming the legholes of her tight black full-cut panties she put her hand over his to stop him.

“Even virgins like a little pussy-play,” Mitch whispered in her ear.

“Who says I’m a virgin?” Alex grinned, but she was deflecting.

“I can think of something better,” Alex shifted on the couch, encouraging Mitch to lie down with his head supported on the throw pillows.

Alex straddled his body and kissed him and then her mouth began a slow sensual journey along his body. She nuzzled his neck for a while and then helped him out of his long-sleeved tee. She lowered her mouth to the hollow of his clavicle, circling the tip of her tongue there for a while and then continued downward, kissing, nipping and lapping his flesh. She took his tiny nipple in her mouth and suckled it and heard him gasp as she tweaked the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh god!” Mitch groaned.

Her hand slinked across his hard belly, she raked her fingernails along his flesh softly, circled his bellybutton and then she found his belt buckle. She unbuckled his pants and the almost ominous sound of his zipper unfastening filled the silence.

“You don’t have to… oh my,” Mitch sighed as Alex’s hand freed his turgid member from his jeans.

His long thick appendage sprang for the from the confines of his underpants and once again Alex marvelled at the turgidity, the girth, and the length of Mitch’s cock. She stroked it gently and kissed him softly while she did so. She sensed his breathing become ragged and his penis pulsed and quivered in her delicate hand. She trailed her fingertips along the bloated shaft and circled the fraenulum feeling Mitch’s heartbeat begin to pound in his chest as she broke the kiss and her mouth journeyed down his body, stopping to suckle his nipples and lap at his belly button until she stopped with her head in his groin.

She stared at the appendage that her fingers could barely circle, standing proud and upright from his pubis. A bead of dewy precum had formed at the eye and she lapped at it with her tongue, savouring the sweet nectar before she swallowed it. Mitch rested his hands on her head neither encouraging her to fellate him nor attempting to wrest her face from his lap. He let out her hair and it cascaded around his thighs and curtained her face. He could no longer see what she was doing with her lips but he could feel it well enough and when Alex took him in her mouth he issued a contented sigh.

Alex didn’t even try to take all him in her mouth, she knew that she would gag if she did, instead she worked her lips up and down the veiny shaft while her tongue coddled his glans. She lashed the underside of the bulbous pink protrusion with the tip of her tongue and Mitch groaned and entwined his fingers in her hair. He swept the bangs from her face so that he could watch her as her beautiful face bobbed up and down, suckling his manhood, swallowing the continuous flow of pre-ejaculate that dribbled from the eye of his cock.

Alex cupped his scrotum and caressed the sensitive sac with her fingertips while she steadily fellated him, drawing her lips along the silky flesh of his rod, tracing the pulsing veins with her tongue and then lashing it across the spongy flange that was his glans. Alex sensed the urgency begin to build as Mitch began to ease her face up and down on his cock, his groin lifting up off the couch as he fucked her mouth. He managed to slip more of his cock into Alex’s warm wet cavity and Alex struggled to accommodate his turgid flesh.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!,” Mitch cried out as Alex felt his scrotum contract and his cock begin to shudder.

“You don’t have to…” Mitch was about to say the word ‘swallow’ but it was too late.

Despite his efforts to move Alex’s face out his groin she latched onto his quivering rod and suckled it harder and faster while she gently squeezed his scrotum and Mitch erupted in her mouth. She slavered at the mighty organ as her mouth filled with the musky viscous fluid that spewed forth from the eye. She lapped at the milky essences, swallowing his offering while her head continued to bob up and down on his disgorging phallus. Mitch held her face still as the sensation became overwhelming and he jammed his cock in her mouth as far as she would allow, jettisoning his seed, feeling Alex’s throat work as she struggled to swallow the copious volume of jism that he ejected.

Mitch let go of Alex’s head, suddenly aware that he might be choking her but Alex continued to suckle his cock, extracting every scintilla of his juices until finally his orgasm subsided and she was content to lap at the last dribbles of spunk that oozed from the eye of his deflating cock.

Mitch pulled Alex’s face out of his groin and pulled her on top of him so that he could kiss her and hold her tight. One hand rested on her buttocks, the other stroked her back as he kissed her softly and lovingly, tasting his essences on her breath. Her body was melded to his and she returned his kisses and stroked his hair.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Mitch finally broke the silence.

“A girl has her secrets,” Alex smiled wistfully at him.

Suddenly Mitch rolled over, taking Alex with him so that she was under him. He pinned her to the couch and lifted her dress out of the way and put his head between her legs.

“Let me return the favour,” Mitch’s face was inches from her pubis when Alex began to struggle and pushed his face away.

“Did I do something wrong?” Mitch looked hurt.

“I wasn’t going to penetrate you. I just wanted to lick your pussy and pay you the same attention that you just paid me,” Mitch explained.

Alex pulled down her dress and covered her lower extremities.

“What’s going on Alex? A woman doesn’t do what you just did so expertly unless she knows what she’s doing. That wasn’t your first time,” Mitch wasn’t angry; he was just confused.

Alex regretted that it had come to this. She should have followed her instincts and shut down the relationship as soon as they became intimate or she should have told him that she just wanted to be friends… the thing every young man didn’t want to hear when he was besotted with a girl.

Mitch was her only true friend and she trusted him. She’d had sex with him twice now and they had only dated on two occasions. Worse still, she was falling for him. She wasn’t having sex with him just to keep him on the hook; she genuinely felt something for him that she couldn’t quite name and didn’t want to because that name was dangerous. Maybe she should trust him and tell him the truth? They couldn’t go on like this. Mitch deserved the truth.

They sat up and adjusted their clothing and Alex poured the last of the wine.

“I have something to tell you. It’s a huge secret but I trust you and even if you revile me after I have told you I hope that you can keep my secret,” Alex took Mitch’s hands in hers and gazed into his eyes.

Mitch saw the tears forming in the corners of Alex’s emerald green eyes and he wondered what troubled her so much that she was compelled to cry.

“I'm listening Alex,” Mitch wiped away the tear that had trickled down her cheek.

“Oh my god this is so hard,” Alex choked and Mitch tried to comfort her but she pushed him away.

“Remember at the fairground on Friday when we played that stupid game and you said that I demonstrate an ability to present a façade and might be hiding a deep dark secret. Well I am. I have a very deep, dark secret and should have been upfront with you from the get-go,” Alex reached for her wine and took a huge gulp.

Alex took a deep, bottom-of-the ocean breath and continued.

“I’m trans Mitch. I’m a transgender woman,” Alex felt relief wash over her; it was like a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

“I don’t get it,” Mitch looked confused.

“In simple terms I was born a boy but I knew deep inside that I was really a girl. When I was sixteen I ran away from home and transitioned and I have been living as a young woman ever since. I’m legally a girl,” Alex reached for her wine.

“But you’re not really,” Mitch blurted out.

Alex began to cry again. Being told that she was not really woman was the most hateful thing anyone could say to her. She thought that she had put all that behind her when she left Florida.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. That was hurtful and uncalled for,” Mitch reached for his own wine and took a drink.

“I’ve attended the compulsory gender roles and sexuality classes at school and it’s not like it’s that uncommon now. LGBTI stuff is all over the media. But why didn’t you tell me?” Mitch’s brow furrowed.

“I came to Masons Peak looking for a fresh start. I know that this is one of the most liberal places when it comes to transgender rights but people are people and I just didn’t want to have to deal with all the shit I dealt with in Miami so I kept it a secret. That’s why I decided to become a loner. I only had to get through my senior year and then I could move on,” Alex explained.

Mitch tried to say something but Alex put a finger to his lips.

“But then I met you. I was lonely and you were so nice to me and then I got to know you a little better and then… well you know what happened next,” Alex sighed.

“Wait! How far have you gone in your transition? No one could possibly think that you are anything other a young woman. But you won’t let me touch you down there,” Mitch nodded at Alex’s lower extremity.

“I’m not… I haven’t…” Alex’s reply died on her lips and Mitch realised what she was saying.

Mitch didn’t recoil but he stood up and gathered his things and without saying another word he left. When Alex heard his truck start up and drive away she curled up into a ball and sobbed. She cried herself to sleep on the couch.

To be continued…

The Karens - Chapter 3

Author:

Michele Nylons

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Final Chapter

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Transgender

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Chapter Three – The Right Kind Of Victim

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