Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: 6 Keywords: f/F, f/f, blackmail, reluct, inter, humil Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: The Adventure Continues!!! ********************************************************* Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: /files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** " Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders " Part 6 By Phoenix Arrow The sound of the idle car echoed inside her head as Miss Simons stared out at the low-lit house in front of her. Standing on its front porch was the woman who had called her here. The woman that had brought the tired confused and defeated former high school cheerleading coach to the driveway of her hated rival. With a smile and a wave, the woman beckoned poor Miss Simons towards her. A sigh escaped her lips as Jessica turned off the ignition and took hold of the pompoms resting beside her. Instantly as she stepped outside, the cool night air blew into her unbuttoned coat, passed her uselessly short skirt, and briskly over the damp pair of panties clinging between her legs. Simons was getting wet much too often these days. Quickly Jessica hugged the coat tighter to her body, and moved towards her fate. "Well well well. Would ya look at you!", spoke one Mary Struat. Head Cheerleading coach of Saintsville High, and winner of last years county cheerleading championships. Mary had a smile from ear to ear as she gloated before the timid woman. "Your wearing it aren't you? Show me, else you can just wait out here until the neighbors see you!" With trembling fingers, Jessica parts the front of her coat to reveal her now infamous two-piece cheerleading outfit. A shriek of joy erupts from her rival, unable to believe it is all really true. Despite seeing the performance during the game, it was still a shock. "Well don't just stand there, get in!" With out a word Miss Simons marched into the house, at least great full to get some privacy. Mary closed the door and quickly approached the nerved woman, grabbing the heavy coat and pulling it right off before the former coach could react fast enough, causing the pompoms to fall to the floor. "Turn around!" Mary barked, causing Simons to blink several times blankly before turning slowly around. The latest female tormenter to enter her life watched eagerly. "Tisk tisk tisk", taunted Mary, causing Miss Simons' face to flush even redder. When Miss Struat reached down to lift Simons' skirt, the former coach quickly darted backwards. "Oh so now you try to be modest. You sure weren't being that out at the football game today." "Please, what do you want from me?" Spoke Miss Simons for the first time, eager to get whatever Mary wanted over with as soon as possible. But Miss Struat didn't respond. Instead she gave a wicked smile and moved past the over-aged cheerleader to a couch not too far away. Taking a seat, she stared for a moment at her trembling victim. "I want you to cheer for me!" "What? Are you crazy? I'm out of here!" Simons turned and went for the door... "You walk out of here, and everybody will know what you've been up to. EVERYBODY!" Simons paused. How could she have allowed herself to get into such a difficult position? Simons turned back around and stared daggers. "You don't know anything. You've got no idea how or why I was out there today doing...that stuff..." "Jessica your right! I simply can't fathom why you would be dressed in an ultra tiny uniform, doing jumps and cheers for the crowd with 'NO' panties! Let alone afterward wondering over to the far fences to let the boys touch your..." "Stop it! Enough! Please, what to you want from me?" "Tell me everything. I want to know what the fuck has happened to my biggest rival?" Simons held her breath. She couldn't tell Mary everything. It was just too shameful. To humiliating. That a simple black girl had taken over her life and her squad. She could never tell, no matter what Mary threatened to do. Nothing was worse than telling her everything. With that, Simons slowly shook her head no. A persistent glare formed onto Mary's face. Simons knew it meant Mary would not give up so easily. "Jessica, today I came to your school's football game to see not you, or the football players, but your squad. To see what the city and county have been raving about all year long. What I saw was quite shocking to say the least. All those white girls and no panties. The scandal! DONT think I don't see what's going on here." Simons felt her soul being ripped out of her. If Mary did know what was going on, her life would surely be over. Never mind she had lost her dignity and the control of her cheerleading squad. If Mary knew the truth, things would really get worse. "I know the truth. It doesn't take a genius to see what you have been up to. There was once a time when hard work and dedication meant something to you. When putting up spectacular stunts and coordinated movements made your past squads the talk of the town. But that's not good enough anymore now is it?" Simons shook her head in confusion, not sure where Mary was going with this. "Your girls haven't got what it takes any more to beat mine. So instead you've sold them out and put them on display. In your eagerness to get the fans in the stands you've forced your girls to prance around with out panties, flashing their cunts to all. No wonder your squads become so popular. You've turned Dalefield High's cheerleading squad into a strip show!" Miss Simons jaw dropped again. Miss Struat didn't know a thing. She actually thought Simons had done this all on purpose. That it was all her idea to send out the white girls in such a state, simply to make her squad more popular. As oddly as it was, Miss Simons hid a sigh of relief. "And to think you could be a racist to! What, you don't think the boys want to see black girls on display as well? To see their little skirts fly into the air as they twirl?" "No...I...uh..." Jessica was at an obvious loss for words. "But after all that. After all the boldness of flashing off half your squad, it still wasn't enough was it? You still wanted to take it farther. You're so full of yourself that you actually believed that putting your fat ass into a uniform would seal the deal. That flashing your pussy and shaking those tits would make you queen on the county. Well congratulations Miss Simons of Dalefield High, you did it. Your squads the most popular. And now its time for a little payback." Jessica swallowed hard. What was Mary going to do? "Lift up that skirt!" Jessica began to shake her head slowly no... "I SAID DO IT....or I'll be placing a call to the city. By tomorrow morning, the great Miss Simons will be out of the job!" Simons didn't know what else to do. Do nothing, and she'd loose what little satisfaction she had left in her life. Do what Mary told her to do, and she would be admitting what Mary had said was true. Either way she was fucked. So Jessica chose the lesser of the two. With trembling hands and pompoms on the floor beside her, Simons reached down, grabbed the sides of her tiny skirt, and lifted. "I'm afraid you're not in proper uniform Jess!" Simons looked at her rival in confusion. "I don't seem to remember panties being apart of the squads regulation equipment. OFF!" With a new numb feeling covering her body, Simons reached under her cheerleading skirt and began to tug down the matching red panty bottoms. Simons simply couldn't believe the predicament she was in. Last year Jessica wanted to rip this woman's eyes out when she lost the trophy to her, the first time it had happened in five years. Yet now she was in her house, wearing a skimpy, humiliating cheerleading uniform and rolling her panties down her thighs. A perverse chill ran down her spine at the thought, while the cool room air again tickled her moist lips. Why was she always wet? "That's more like it. Now you're a Dalefield cheerleader. Bring them over to me." Begrudgingly Jessica walked to her rival sitting on the couch and handed her moist panties. Mary instantly took notice of their state. A pink hue covered Jessica's upper body at the knowing little smirk on Mary's face. Setting the damp cloth onto the coffee table, Mary turned her attention back to her rival. "Now like before, lift up that skirt!" Simons, now standing only a foot away from Mary, did as she was told. Trembling fingers and all, she slowly lifted up her skirt giving Mary a clear view between her legs. Miss Straut took a brief moment to view her victim's sex just long enough to confirm her rival's heightened sexual arousal, then looked back up to her face. "Tell me Jess, does this turn you on? Holding your skirt up for me, as I chastise you about your coaching habits?" ...."Yes!" .... That's of course what Miss Simons would have said if she weren't trying to hold on to every last bit of dignity she had left. Her moist pussy spoke the truth, despite the head-shaking no upon her neck. A year ago this situation would have made her literally drop dead. Now...things are different. "I think your lying. I think this is turning you on. Does being under my thumb make those legs weak Miss Simons?" Again a weak, desperately negative nod. Mary leaned forward and unceremoniously blew lightly at Miss Simon's pubic area. A heavy gasp escaping Jessica's lips as the fast wind tickled and cooled the wet skin of her labias. "As I said, I see right through your little lies. I had no idea this kind of stuff turns you on. If I had, I would have invited you to my home a long time ago." Simons said nothing, continuing to hold her skirt submissively up for her tormentor. There was a battle going on in her head. Confusion if you will. She new she should be screaming with anger. Cursing and spiting venom at the snug bitch holding all the cards. This is not why she had spent years striving for championship squads. She wanted to best her rival in everything. Not stand pathetically with her skirt up around her waist, moaning from an outrageous breath on her sex. Then why was she so dame wet? This wasn't Trish telling her what to do. This wasn't Sasha forcing her to lick her tiny black pussy in the showers. This was Mary Struat, her sworn hated rival. Why was she so craving this moment? She wasn't even black. Its so...so...unnatural! Was she becoming a push over to everyone? Mary leaned back against the couch satisfied she had increased Miss Simons bizarre state of arousal. "Ok Jess, time to show me all of what you've leered being a cute little cheerleader! Go get your pompoms girl!" In almost a zombie like state, the former cheerleading coach lowered her head and marched over to collect her tools of the trade. She could feel her tormentor's eyes on her bottom as she bends over to get them. Not because Mary enjoyed the sight of her ass, but because she knew it would humiliate Miss Simons that much more. Ever since she began cheering for Trish, her body had become firmer and athletic, which was one of the few things Simons appreciated from this whole ordeal. Even so, she was not proud of the way she was displaying it right now. With pompoms in hand Miss Simons stood before Mary dreading the spectacle she was going to make of herself in mere moments. For Mary's part, she was thoroughly enjoying this moment. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she could trap Simons into such a position. To think Jessica Simons, at her mercy! Mary quite understood why there was a buzz in her own cunt. Yet she still couldn't believe it. That her rival would stoop so low in trying to gain an edge. To not only shamefully expose her white cheerleaders to the leering crowds, but to expose herself as well. How stupid she must be to think she wouldn't get caught. It's a shame that Simons was such a racist. Mary wouldn't have minded seeing a little black pussy today. She had always had a small thing for dark skinned women, especially ones with attitudes. But never mind that now. It was time to make the bitch pay for her desperate stupidity. And for the next hour, poor poor Miss Simons humiliated herself over and over with high kicks, jumps, splits, twirls and the like. A red glow of shame constantly covered her whole body as she was made to do the school cheers. Despite herself, the whole time she hardly ever took her eyes of Mary's face. With every flash of her pussy, and every shake of her breasts, she wallowed in the humorous smirk on her rivals face, craving each degrading moment more than the last. By the time Mary had seen enough, Jessica's inner thighs were completely covered in her juices and her hard nipples ached for attention. As Mary rose to go get a small towel, Miss Simons worked her breasts back into the tiny top one last time, taking the opportunity to give each sensitive nipple a good pinch before Miss Struat returned. When she did return, Mary insisted on drying Simons herself. If it were possible, Jessica's face became even redder as Miss Struat slide the towel along her inner thighs, taking slow and deliberate liberties around the crest of her legs. Simons closed her eyes at that moment, not wanting Mary to see the whimpering look of submission in them. Yet Simons was truly mortified to find her hips slowly grinding back against the soft damp towel. Jessica knew that if Mary had chosen to leave her hand their, she would have been coming in no time. Thankfully she did pull her hand away, rising back up to display the soaked fabric in front of her face. Jessica could smell the musk coming from it. Would her embarrassment ever end? "It seems the towel is simply too wet to dry the rest of you. It looks like you'll be going home all sweaty and icky! Too bad there's no sexy black and white cheerleaders for you to shower with when you get back home <giggles>!" Miss Simons' eyes went wide. Miss Struat couldn't possibly know what went on in the showers could she? With a pat on the butt, Mary led Jessica out the door with a regretful promise to visit again tomorrow night. Even without the threat of blackmail over her head, Simons probably would have showed up just the same. The cool night air made her sweaty body shiver as she walked to her car, and by the time she had gotten into it, her pussy was already wet again. The last look Simons had of Mary was of her smug smile as she waved Simons off into the night. Jessica masturbated twice on the ride home and once more in the shower before she finally passed out on her mattress to dreams of black and white cheerleaders and vengeful domineering arch rivals. -- <SLAP!> "Ohhhh...twelve Miss Brandy..." <SLAP!> "Ahhhh...thirteen Miss Brandy..." <SLAP!> "uhhhh...fourteen Miss Brandy..." <SLAP!> "Owwweee...fifteen Miss Brandy..." Miss Simons stood patiently outside Mrs Clark's classroom after school waiting for her fellow teacher's session with her student to be over with. These pussy spankings have been taking longer and longer as of late, seeing as Mrs Clark's pain tolerance has gradually increased. Even so that hadn't stopped Marsha from complaining to Jessica about it all. Confiding in her colleague that the pain and indignity were simply too much, and how she was dedicated to putting an end to it. That was over a month ago, and despite all her convictions Mrs Clark was still standing naked in her own classroom open mouthed, eyes closed, legs spread, and hips up and out waiting for her worst student's black hand. <SLAP!> "Owe Owe owe...eighteen Miss Brandy..." Miss Simons knew just how she felt. She had long since given up her attempts to assert herself before a black girl. There once was a time yes, that she would have put a bitchy black female in her place. But that was before she had met Trish who showed her the path to understanding, the path of natural dominance, and Mrs Clark had learned about it as well. <SLAP!> "Ohhhhh...twenty four Miss Brandy..." <SLAP!> "Ahhhhh ohhh...twenty five Miss Brandy..." Jessica could hear the heavy strained breathing of her fellow teacher as the assault on her sex finally ended. A few moments later the obligatory palm licking began as Brandy made sure her pet teacher cleaned all the juices she left on it. "Thank you Miss Brandy for putting me in my place!" A chill went down Miss Simons' spine as she heard that. She knew very well Brandy didn't ask Marsha to say that. It was all on her own. "Your very welcome Mrs Clark. See you tomorrow slut!" Brandy gave a girlish smile to Miss Simons as the young black girl walked out of the classroom and down the hall. Jessica turned and walked into the classroom, seeing with great dismay Mrs Clark still standing naked in position against the table, her eyes closed in an exhausted breathing state. Jessica wasn't sure if her fellow teacher had orgasmed or not, but the sight before her suggested she had. Simons still remembered the ultra high respect she once held for this stern and imposing woman. Miss Simons cleared her throat, alerting the panting woman across from her to her presence. Marsha's eyes flew open in alert, but softened slightly when she saw who it was. Outside of Brandy and Trish, Jessica was still the only other person that knew of the shameful arrangement student and teacher had after school. After a few more seconds, Marsha closed her spread legs and stood off the desk, her nipples still hard. With a pink hue of embarrassment on her cheeks, Mrs Clark began to quickly dress in silence. Jessica watching with patience. Miss Simons was surprised however to see the skimpish under wear Marsha was putting on. Black thong panties and a black breast- enhancing bra. This undoubtedly was Brandy's doing. But the low cut blouse and terribly indecent short skirt that followed was nothing new to her eyes. For several weeks Brandy saw to it that she made her prim and proper teacher as uncomfortable as possible while teaching the class. The boys of the class were in pure heaven watching the long legs strut around on high heels, and had no problem looking towards the front of the class at all moments when she was facing them. Those breasts threatened to spill out at any moment, and they wanted to be watching when they did. Brandy for her sake got a kick out of watching her teacher get all the unwanted attention, knowing how much she hated it. But the royal treatment was making her teacher put up with all her crap in class. Unlike before when they would occasionally buck heads, with Marsha usually winning. Now Mrs Clark had no choice but to passively take all the little indignities her evil black student threw at her. "Mrs Clark, can you move your big butt out of the way, you're blocking the black board and I can't see!" This was just one of the many rude comments Marsha would bow down to, scurrying off to the side and apologizing profusely to the giggles of the class. The finally bit of self justice were the straight A's she and her black friends received, no matter how pathetic their efforts were in class. Of course, the white kids had no idea why their marks had slowly started going down. If they only knew that Brandy had Mrs Clark by the clit...literally. "Is there something I can help you with Jessica?" Mrs Clark finally spoke as she finished buttoning her blouse. "Yes well, we were supposed to meet later tonight to discuss the lesson plan for next month, but I'll be little...busy..." Flashes of pompoms filled her brain momentarily. "Oh that's a shame. I was looking forward to getting together. But if you've got plans, then you've got plans." "I was hoping we could instead do it...now?" Simons knew this was questionable. Its not easy sitting down and 'thinking' with your brain after you've just had your cunt spanked twenty five times. But now really was the only time she had free. Jessica saw the look on Marsha's face and felt she had to say something. "I know it must hurt. If you really can't do it now I understand. Its just that..." "I'll be fine Jess. Just give me a few minutes until it...cools down." Marsha was obviously uncomfortable with the discussion that her pussy was the cause of the delay. "Have you...tried to talk to her? Like we've discussed?" Simons could see Mrs Clark's eyes widening in fear. She could tell the teacher had tried and didn't care for the results. Instead she simply gave a stoned nod of the head. "And? What went wrong?" "She didn't agree. She said I didn't deserve to be treated like a real teacher. That I was a...'Stupid Prissy Cunt Bitch' and that I need to be put in my place!" "SO? You didn't disagree with her?" "Oh Jess, I tried. But when I went to move my lips, nothing came out. She just stared at me and I felt like the stupidest thing on the planet. What is it about her that I cannot stand up to?" Miss Simons held her colleague's hand in comfort, yet wasn't sure if she should tell Marsha all about Natural Dominance and its hold on them. "When I said nothing, she asked me if I needed to be extra punished for being such a dumb bimbo teacher. She said brain dead white women like me need to learn their lesson and if I wanted her to give it to me!" "Please tell me you said NO?" "Remember what happened last week in class? What I did...to myself under my desk? I know you saw it. I saw the look on your face afterwards..." Miss Simons thought back to last week, to the moment Mrs Clark was talking about. That day had been a bit disturbing to say the least. Mrs Clark had just assigned the class to read several chapters in their text books. This was nothing new, as Clark often made the class read in silence as she checked their assignments at her desk. Except this time, things seemed a little odd. Ok a lot odd! While Miss Simons sat off to the side of the room, making sure the students properly read, Mrs Clark's shaking body caught her attention. When Simons turned to look her way, she saw a very distressed teacher pleadingly looking in Brandy's direction. While Marsha was shaking her head hopefully no, Brandy was shaking hers demandingly yes. After brief few moments of this, Mrs Clark's head dropped in defeat and raised a trembling hand to her top drawer. Reaching inside, she took hold of an object and raised it out of its storage. It was a small paper clamp. Jessica watched in confusion and mild curiosity as Mrs Clark held it up in the air for a moment, her mind obviously trying to resist what ever it was she was about to do. Then, as apparently all good white women do nowadays, Marsha surrendered her will and lowered the clamp below the table, between her legs, under her skirt and... Miss Simons jaw dropped when she saw the immense look of pain on her fellow teacher's face. "No! She did not just! She couldn't have!" Simons chanted in her mind. With watery eyes, Mrs Clark removed her hand from under her skirt with out the clamp, only to reach back inside the open drawer and pull out another. Just like before, she slowly lowered it below the desk, between her knees, and under her skirt...! Tears were beginning to run down Mrs Clark's cheeks as new pain clashed across her face. Miss Simons had no idea where those clamps were being attached, but had a vague and sympathetic idea. With amazement, Simons watched the once no-nonsense teacher reach yet again into the drawer and pull out another clamp. With tears still running down her cheeks, Mrs Clark was now looking timidly at Brandy before mouthing the word "PLEASE"! Brandy simply stared back unmercifully. Down went the hand, beneath the desk, between her thighs, and up her skirt... Several students suddenly looked up in surprise and concern when their teacher gave quite an unexpected yelp from her desk, before seeing her drop her head on the table and her fingers scratching at the top of the desk. Immediately Miss Simons had reacted to the situation and told the students to get back to reading, all the while consoling Mrs Clark and encouraging her to compose herself. But never once did Simons question where those clamps were put, until now! Marsha took a moment, staring at Miss Simons questioning face, before sighing again, "What you saw that day was my punishment for trying to get her to treat me better. For being a stupid dumb bimbo white teacher who can't think straight and 'respect' her black student's rights to torment me. "Marsha," Mrs Clark began, "Where did you put those clamps?" Mrs Clark's eyes began to water as she looked at Jessica, "On my pussy!" She began to sob slightly as she held Simon's hand tighter. "<SNIFF> Two on my...labia lips...and the last one on my...clit...! Miss Simons closed her eyes and shook her head. Oh had the mighty have fallen. Gone was the dignified, bitch who once ruled this class. Replaced was a timid, shy, submissive white woman who willingly put paper clamps on her pussy for a black teenage girl. "I had to wear those retched things for the rest of the day. I can't remember a single thing that happened I was in so much pain. Except of course for after school, when I presented my cunt to 'Mrs Brandy' to show her that her good little pet teacher had followed her instructions. She rewarded me by spanking the clamps off to my screams." Both women hugged each other in comfort. Two women, once Queens and rulers of their domain, now submissive little playthings to their black subjects. And the worst part about it was, they both wanted it! --- For the rest of the week, Miss Simons suffered (and enjoyed) an extra dose of humiliating experiences. Every evening she found herself at the home of her most hated rival, wearing the most undignified cheerleading uniform, with out the panty bottoms of course. Every day saw Mary increasing the humiliation more and more. Early on she tired of seeing Simons constantly having to catch her tits from popping out, and so got great thrills forcing her to cheer with out the top, watching them fly about on her chest. Simons also became very intimate with her pompoms, prancing around the house with one in her pussy and the other up her butt as she performed "Dale Field High to Victory", a cheer Mary had always despised until now. The absolute worst was when on Friday Mary presented Simons with an honorary cheerleading uniform from her own squad. The green and white material was so unbelievably tiny, it would have had problems being put on a ten year old. But wetter than ever, Simons humored her former rival by squeezing into them and willingly chanting the other school's cheers. Jessica didn't know if she wanted to cry or masturbate to this newest low, so she did both, right there on the living room floor as Mary took pictures. Of course Simons had other obligations after school through the week as well. Twice, on Wednesday and on Friday there was cheerleading practice. By now things had pretty much gotten routine on the squad, if you can call the things that went on routine. Every practice was aimed at highlighting the black girl's athletic abilities, while at the same time exposing as much of the pale and pink flesh of the white girls as possible. Trish had become so daring, that she came up with some of the most blatant stripper like routines yet. One of her favorites was having the white cheerleaders do hand stands right before the bleachers, only to have the black girls stand behind them holding their legs apart. Simons could only imagine the gasps and whistles from the crowd when this would be done for real. Another favorite was 'sneaking' up from behind and lifting the white teen's top when she was right before the crowd. The poor devils did their best to act all ashamed, but they clearly knew this was going to happen. After all they had practiced doing it several times. Miss Simons new that these things were wrong and that she once had the power to put an end to it. Sometimes she would see the looks on her white girl's faces when they were forced to do something extra humiliating. The look of "Miss Simons, we trusted you!" was written all over their faces. Knowing how she had betrayed their trust hurt her a lot, but made her feel hornier a lot more. She simply couldn't help it. She was like them now, a submissive white cheerleader, kneeling before sexy black feet. And it was those sexy black feet that Miss Simons was thinking about while she was busy rubbing her soar breasts against her chest after just finishing a vigorous jumping routine. Especially Trish's feet. Just about all she ever thought about these days at practice was serving those pretty toes. It was no secret that Miss Simons had a big thing for the amazon like black beauty. Even the white girls poked fun about it behind her back. Jessica wasn't quite sure why she was so hot for the black teen, but knew well enough that Trish was the cause of her whole life turning upside down. If it weren't for Trish, she'd still be the coach, still have her respect, and still would be feeling...empty. That's right. The more Simons allowed herself to fall further and further into a pit of submission, the more she realizes that she needs it more than anything. For so long she felt she was missing something in her life, some purpose to be a part of, some one to serve. That someone was Trish. But Trish already had someone for that. Already had a white female sucking her toes, licking her pussy, and serving her with all her being. That somebody was Amber. Pretty little blue eyed, blond haired, sexy Amber. As long as Trish had the hard-bodied teen at her beck and call, how could she ever want the wonton middle aged woman. Instead she found herself fast falling the prey of the young black nymph Sasha during the day and later at night to her gloating rival Miss Struat. Just as Miss Simon's eyes were beginning to focus back into reality from the fog of her thoughts, an unusual sight caught her attention. Sitting at the far end of one of the distant benches was a small figure, a girl. Simons was a little worried at first, being naked from the waist up in front of anyone outside of her squad wouldn't be advisable. Trish had forced her to cheer topless. Yet Jessica simply couldnt understand who or why someone would be watching a simple highschool cheerleading practice. Miss Simons eventually went back to bouncing her breasts with the group, but for the rest of practice the girl sat and watched. No emotion, no reactions. Just sitting and watching. The same thing happened again on Friday. Halfway through the routines, the girl once again appeared on the bleachers, watching intently. Something about the girl seemed oddly familiar to the former cheerleading coach. Something recognizable about the petit spectator with short red hair. But just like Wednesday, the girl was gone when practice was over and Simons had not gotten a good enough look at her. Back inside the showers, Miss Simons gingerly washed the delicate folds of Sasha's sex and her cute round ass as she knelt before the black girl. Miss Simons could tell the young girl was excited about their session together after school, since the water from the shower was beading down her oily sex. The low moans and head pats were enough of an indication alone for Jessica to press a little harder against the girl, encouraging a sexual favor, but the throat clearing from Trish reminded Miss Simons to do otherwise. It was definitely quite the sight for any visitor who would have entered the showers. Half a dozen black teens, standing like Goddesses under the warm shower spray, with six equally attractive white teens on their knees before them, washing and cleaning the sweaty bodies like slaves. Actually only five of the pale skinned cheerleaders were teens. The sixth would have been the older, but equally submissive and horny Miss Simons. After the showers, Simons waited with the rest of the white cheerleaders on the floor for a chance at one of the wet used towels to be thrown her way. By the time she was finally done dressing, and dreading her drive home with Sasha, Trish unexpectedly called the former coach into her office. Tentatively, Miss Simons opened the door and walked inside. Sitting at what was once her desk was Trish with an odd expression on her face. It was a look of pleasure. Taking a very brief glance down, Simons could see two pale soles sticking out from underneath the desk. The first thing that popped into her mind was Amber. "I won't keep you long Miss Simons, its just that I wanted to...ohhh...ask if everything has been going ok with you?...aahh..." "Um, yes, everything has been going fine. Why do you ask?" "Its just that you seem to have been...uhhh...little bit out of things this week...ahhhh...is there anything you'd like to tell....ooohhhh....me? Miss Simons knew what Trish was getting at. Even though she tried her best to act normal, her nightly visits to her rival's house must have been having its effects on her in some way. Should she admit to Trish what she has been up to since Monday? What would Trish do or say in response? Instead of taking that chance Miss Simons decided to hide the truth. So with the wet smacking sounds getting louder beneath the table, Jessica faked ignorance. "Sorry if I've appeared unlike myself. There is nothing wrong with me and I promise to improve my performance to your liking..." "See that you do. Remember that there are always other white girls that would gladly take your place if you should faulter.... aaahhhh.... yes...goooood girl!!!!" Trish closed her eyes and focused hard on the tongue lapping at her black pussy. Miss Simons looked down again at the two feet poking out from beneath the table. Now that she thought of it, they were a bit smaller than Amber's... Just then none other than Amber stepped through the office door, completely dressed and awaiting Trish to finish. Miss Simons stared opened mouthed from Amber, to Trish and back to the two pale feet. Jessica knew full well that all the other white girls had gone home already, so who the hell was that under the table? Before Miss Simons could give it another thought, Trish waved her former coach off just as Sasha burst through the door to collect her pet. Taking the older woman by the hand, Sasha dragged a confused Miss Simons out of the office and out through the female locker room door. The last thing Simons could hear were the cries of female orgasm. Who was that girl? The drive home was quiet. There was not much Miss Simons could say with a hand constantly inside her pants. Did Sasha HAVE to do that will she was driving? The young girl just couldn't stop from giggling herself silly every time a truck would pull along side them and Simons would panic. "Maybe we should show that dirty trucker where my handy is huh?" Simons knew the punk was probably kidding, but there always was a chance she would follow through with her suggestion. None the less, just like Wednesday, the drive to Sasha's house was a very frustrating affair. Thankfully, after gingerly licking her tormentor's black pussy to orgasm, Sasha was only too kind to allow Simons to diddle herself for the child's entertainment. Unfortunately before the horny middle aged woman could cum for her black vixen, Sasha's mother pulled into the drive way honking and waving. Never in her whole life did Simons rush as fast as she did hiking up her pants and wiping the student's juices from her face. By the time Jessica had finished saying her hi's and goodbye's to the naive mother, Simons was sure she had peed in her panties from fear. When Miss Simons arrived on the front porch of one Miss Mary Struat later that Friday night, Simons was in no mood to put up much of a fight, not that the frustrated horny woman wanted to! --- "Cindy! Get in her this instant!" "Yes Mistress Zamora? Is there anything wrong?" "What the hell are these?" "Those are your panties Mistress, I just had them cleaned for you." "Then why do they still look soiled? Did you hand wash them like I instructed you to?" "We'll, no ma'am...I...I...." "You WHAT?" "Mistress they were dirty, I just felt better putting them in the wash." "Gosh you must be dumb. Your just begging for another paddling aren't you?" "No Mistress Zamora, PLEASE, I'm sorry. Here, let me take them right now and wash them." "And what about the rest of the house? Are you vacuuming and dusting like you are supposed to?" "Yes, I'm cleaning all the time." "Then why is there dust on these shelves? Gosh, you must really want that white ass red don't you?" "No Ma'am, I'm sorry. I will do better." "See that you do. I will not tolerate lazy white bitches serving me!" With that, Lola threw her soiled panties at the face of a flustered Mrs Lowenstien, who very quickly ran out of the room towards the bathroom to personally hand wash them. As was her life now, at least at the home. Outside Cindy Lowenstien still managed to hold on to her image as a confident, respected wife and mother. But in her own home, she was nothing but a sniveling servant to her own maid. Her pussy twinged as she washed the silk panties. She had so often been the one yelling at Lola to do the same thing, yet now she was the one doing the washing. And they were actually HER silk panties. Lola had taken possession of all her expensive undergarments ever since the day of her confession. She still cringes as she remembers Trish driving her home in her Mercedes, and forcing the wealthy women to admit her desires of servitude to her shocked maid. Never the less, Lola had taken the news quite well, and was only too happy to switch roles with the stupid former Madam of the house. Now Cindy stood in the bathroom with a maid's uniform, washing the soiled silk panties. Just the simple thought that she had asked for this, and wasn't forced to be a servant kept her puss a buzz as she rid the stains from her former expensive silks. It wasn't for another hour that Amber walked through the front door. The highly fit and attractive daughter to the former Matriarch of the house was immediately greeted by the sight of her mother in a most subservient position. Amber couldn't help but smile at the sight of mommy dearest on her hands and knees in the kitchen, busily scrubbing the tiled floor. Her maid bottoms failing to properly cover her bare ass as she crawled to and fro. Amber new that the freshly shaved cunt nestled between those thighs had been under Lola's orders, or Mistress Zamora as her mommy now called her. "Hello mother!" Mrs Lowenstien looked up and smiled from the floor at her daughter, who despite all the changes was still the apple of her eye. "Hello Sweetie! How was school today?" "Oh ok, I think I did real well on the math test." "Fantastic. I knew my baby was a smart girl. Some day you'll grow up to be somebody, I just know it!" "You mean somebody like you?" An evil chill ran up Amber's spine at her own words. She knew it was awfully mean to point out her mother's subservience so openly, but the look on her mother's face was simply too priceless. Mrs Lowenstien had always preached success, good breading, and superiority to her budding daughter when she was growing up. But her classy mother was having a tough time preaching to her now. Her mother instantly lowered her head in shame at her daughter's words. "Please Amber, this is tough enough for me to handle with out my pride and joy laughing at what I've become." "Sorry mother, but you make it so easy." With an evil grin of revenge Amber lifted her finger and pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor, "You've missed a spot maid." Amber giggled as she turned away and marched up to her bedroom to change. A single tear rolled down the new maid's cheek as she began scrubbing the spot Amber had pointed to. She had lost the respect of her own daughter now, and to her there was now nothing else left to loose. "CINDY! I am still waiting for that iced tea!" "I'm coming Mistress...I'm coming!" "Not if I can help it slut!" Those were the self humoring words Amber heard when she stepped back out of her room, the large towel covering the pink bikini she wore beneath it. Trish had complained to her as of late that she was becoming too pale for her liking, and needed to golden up that white skin a little. She reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her mother scurrying out the back door with a tray holding one freshly made iced tea. In another moment the white teen followed her mother out the same door, out to the large crystal blue pool in the back. It was a gorgeous day and perfect for a nice tanning. Perhaps that is why Lola was sitting by the pool as well, sipping her new glass of tea with the miniature umbrella, holding the cup in one hand, and casually playing with her white maid's sex with the other. Amber stood by the door and watched for a moment at the spectacle of her mother trying to hold the serving tray with both hands, her face strained, and a black arm disappearing up her short frilly black skirt. Lola continued doing this undisturbed for almost a minute before noticing the towel clad teen by the door and beckoning her to join them by the pool. The former maid was all decked out in one of her mother's revealing bikinis as she lay comfortably on the plastic furniture, waving to a similar one right beside her. Amber walked the short distance and removed the towel to reveal her stunning body. A sight not gone unnoticed by the former house servant. "You daughter has quite the body Cindy. You must be very proud?" Amber could hear her mother's strained voice as she took her place lying down. "Thhhankyou Mistress, yyyes I am!" "I'm sure her black owner is very happy to possess her. She is quite a find. Just like your Mistress is very happy to possess my white bitch as well." "Ohh...thank you Mistress...." Amber could her the squishing sounds of fingers moving up a wet hole. "Tell me Amber, what do you make of your mother here?" Amber looked at Lola with a little confusion. "I mean did you ever see this coming? Did you ever expect this stuck up bitch would one day show up at my tiny room and BEG to make up for her prior sins. That she'd actually want me to take over as the rightful head of this house? I suppose you did expect this, seeing how you helped plan your mother's down fall with your Mistress Trish." Another one of those evil chills ran up Amber's spine at those words as Mrs Lowenstien let out another low moan. Amber never wanted to bring down her own mother. She always looked up to her and dreamed of becoming as socially elite and elegant as she was. The day Trish suggested the idea of tricking her mother, Amber tried her best to persuade her black Mistress not to follow trough with it. But Trish settled the debate with Amber sucking her dark toes while revealing her plot. When Amber called her mother to come pick her up on that fateful day, she wanted nothing more than to scream out and warn her mother. But she couldn't betray her Mistress. Trish had become her life, her reason for breathing. Even more so than her own mother. Never the less she still held out hope that her mother would resist. That her upbringing and feeling of superiority to black women would keep in check the natural feelings of interracial submissiveness all white women had. But it wasn't meant to be. That day Amber watched her role model capitulate to her instincts and become the sniveling servant she is today, getting her pussy played with right next to her daughter. "How does it feel Cindy, to know that it was your own daughter who brought you down? That because of her your standing in that silly little outfit, serving me iced tea on tap, getting fingered with your very own wedding ring?" Amber's eyes went wide and watched Lola's hand emerge from under her mother's skirt. Right there on Lola's VERY wet middle finger was her mommy's giant diamond wedding ring. Until this moment Amber had NEVER seen that ring off her mother's fingers. It was Mrs Lowenstien's most valued possession. She loved showing it off to every body at parties and social engagements. She thoroughly enjoyed making all the other wives jealous as hell with it. She loved it almost as much as she loved her dear sweet daughter. Lola lifted her finger's to her maid's face and smiled as Mrs Lowenstien licked and sucked them clean, paying special close attention to the ring on her former maid's finger. In between licks, Mrs Lowenstien submissively spoke to her Mistress. "Please <lick> put them back! <lick> I need them <lick> inside me! Please Mistress! <lick> <lick>" Mistress Zamora smiled even wider. "Such a horny white slut. First go fetch me another tea and then I'll think about it!" With a slap to the butt, Cindy scurried off into the house, desperate to make her Mistress happy enough to let her cum. Still smiling, Lola turned to the surprised daughter. "Amazing isn't it? That you white creatures can be so eager to serve us?" Amber nodded slightly before resting her head on the plastic and closing her eyes to warm to the sun. "I mean I always suspected there was something up with your mother. The way she'd look at me when I gave her an attitude, the way she'd touch herself after giving me an order. Oh she thought I didn't see that, but I did. Now it all makes sense, but at the time I was just plain confused. I mean all these years my people suffered from slavery, to the civil rights era, to now. To think all this time you white girls had feelings of inferiority to black women. That is why you strived so hard all these generations to make your white husband's keep us beneath your foot. You knew the truth. That given the opportunity you'd be begging to serve at our feet! Isn't that right?" Amber didn't respond, faking that she had fallen into a light sleep. But in all honesty she really was sure about all of that slave era crap. Maybe white women did keep black females as slaves for that reason, to hide the truth. All she knew was that right here, right now she wanted more than anything to serve her Mistress Trish, and that's all she really cared about. "Here you go Mistress!" Out came the frantic mother, eager to get her former maid's black fingers under her skirt once more. Amber could hear her mother whine as Lola took a sip of the tea while ignoring her need. "Cindy, I think I need another oiling before I burn. Be a good pet and put it on me." Amber heard the sigh of frustration on her mother's breath as Cindy picked up the sun tanning lotion. The young teen couldn't help but open her eyes again and look over to see this latest humiliating task her mother was performing. Just in time she saw Lola gingerly removed her top exposing the hard dark nipples resting on her attractive black breasts. Back when Lola was a domestic, Amber never did a pay much attention to her maid's physical attributes. Now as her mother's Mistress, Lola was a very attractive woman after all. Mrs Lowenstien got to her knees, squirted lotion onto her hands, and began rubbing it into the black woman's skin. First she started at the stomach before slowly moving up to her breasts. Amber could see the look of satisfaction on Lola's face as she had her breasts manipulated by her former submissive boss. The once smooth dry dark skin was now becoming slick and shiny. Finished with her shoulders, Mrs Lowenstien squirted more lotion out of the bottle and began rubbing it into her Mistress's legs and thighs. Amber had seen this part before, knowing full well that it usually ended with her mother's mouth over the Mistress's sex. But this time was different. As Cindy prepared herself to go down on her Mistress, Lola surprisingly stopped her. "Cindy, how rude of you. Not offering your own daughter a rub down! What kind of a mother are you? Do you want her to burn?" Amber's eyes went wide as the hard bodied teen new the black woman was up to something. Apparently her mother suspected it as well, hovering just a few inches above her Mistress's thighs as she looked over at her daughter with great worry. Slowly she began crawling on her knees towards her daughter, hoping that her Mistress wouldn't make her do something she didn't want to. "Start with her shoulders and work your way down." "Yes Mistress Zamora" was all Cindy could croak as she squirted lotion onto her hands. "Come on Amber, don't be bashful. We're all girls here! Take your top off and let those tits breath!" Amber looked into her mother's eyes and could see the fear. She was actually afraid of her daughter. For the first time in her young life, Amber actually felt some sort of power over her strict parent. So with Cindy lightly shaking her head no, Amber removed her top for her mother's oily hands. In a daze, Cindy began rubbing her daughter's shoulders, making the white skin shiny and slick as well. In another brief moment, her hands lowered reluctantly until they covered the pale mounds on her daughter's chest. The pink nipples hard under her palms as she rubbed the oil into them. Flashes began running through Cindy's mind. Flashes of her young daughter as a child in her arms, singing her nursery rhymes and rocking her to sleep. The flashes vanished the moment she felt the black hand touch her sex from behind. As Cindy rubbed and squeezed her daughter's pert breasts, a low moan gurgled out of her as Lola glanced her clit with the wedding ring. Soon Cindy wasn't even aware that she had moved her rubbing hands down past her daughters taught stomach, past her round hips, and to her gorgeous athletic thighs. The skin so firm and muscular from cheering as the mother messaged and rubbed the lotion into them. A sense of pride filled Cindy's heart at how cheerleading was making her dear angle's body oh so attractive to the many wealthy men that would come into her life. Her pussy spasmed a moment later when the image of Trish popped into her mind. Amber had already surrendered that perfect white body to her. Closing her eyes, Cindy focused hard on the fingers digging into her pussy. Feeling the ring she had once so worshipped now on her black maid's finger. She didn't even notice her daughter's spreading legs, inviting the dazed mother to rub her inner thighs with the slippery oil. Mrs Lowenstien eye's opened when she felt her daughter's hand on the back of her head. The sight that greeted her was of the puffy pussy lips of her daughter, outlined perfectly by the thin bikini bottoms. The fingers at her sex were moving faster now, and it was making it all the harder to understand why her daughter's hand was now pushing her head down to her white thighs. Her mind fogged over as it came to rest on its side, her nose pressed against Amber's waiting sex. Oh was she so close, just a few more well placed flicks of the ring. Cindy's eyes cleared momentarily from the fog as she inhaled her daughter's potent musk. Her eyes clearing momentarily to focus on the pussy just in front of her. Panic filled the mother as she darted her eyes past the pubic mound, past the two large white breasts, and at the smirking teen that was once her loving daughter. "Lick away mother, lick away. Teach me how to be the proper woman you've always claimed to be." The fog quickly covered her mind back up again as her tongue slipped past her lips and touched the thin fabric. She had no idea at just how wet her daughter was when she tasted the bikini. Amber moaned loudly at the attention and instantly brought her right hand to one of her nipples while lowering the left hand to her sex. In amazement, Cindy watched as her daughter pulled the thin bikini to the side, completely exposing her shaved pussy to her mother. Cindy knew full well what she was expected to do, having had plenty of experience eating her black Mistress. But just as she stuck her tongue back out of her mouth, a sharp pain racked through the older woman's body before she had the chance to touch her prize. Mistress Zamondo had jabbed her clit with the wedding ring, causing the pre-orgasmic mother to loose control of her body and shudder, falling back to the floor and convulsing in a pussy gushing frenzy that very quickly covered the surrounding tiles with fluid. Amber remained motionless, pussy still exposed and nipple in mid- pinch as she stared open mouthed at her mother's display. She quickly looked angrily at Lola for an explanation and she got one. "You know what Trish said. No one can touch that pussy with out her permission. As her reward for making your mother my bitch, I promised I would protect it when you were here. And that includes keeping it from your horny incestual mommy slut!" The young frustrated teen looked down again at the delirious woman jerking her hips into the air, then stood up, grabbed her top and stormed back into the house horny as hell. Lola smiled at the drama she had so casually caused between mother and daughter. She looks down at the puddle between her white pets thighs and chuckles to herself. This was just too easy. After being made to lick up her mess on the floor, Cindy dutifully crawls between her Mistress's legs and performs her owners most demanding of tasks with out another care in the world. Upstairs Amber stood naked before her large mirror, staring at the image of teenage perfection glaring back at her. Her flushed cunt lips and long hard nipples filled with the blood of excitement. She was horny and angry. She was horny because she wanted to be, but she was angry because she couldn't do a dame thing about it. Trish had forbidden her to ever touch herself when not in her presence. Again Amber's eyes focused on the fabulous body before her. This once belonged to her. Those strong lean thighs, round soft breasts, and tight firm butt where once hers to flaunt and tease for her entertainment. Making boys drool over her filled her with the type of feminine pride only the most popular of high school girls could enjoy. She was queen of the world. And she had given it all away to a black girl. Any boy would give his left nut to pleasure the pink clit now begging for her finger's attention. Amber spread her thighs and looked deeper into the mirror at her sex. What was it about this organ that caused her so much pleasure and grief? Why was it that Trish, who had once been her sworn enemy and competitor for cheerleading captain, was so easily able to bring her under her thumb just by touching it? Until that day in the showers, Amber had never backed down from any one. Every bitch that had stood in her way suffered the price of her wrath, just like her mother had taught her of course. Before the moment Trish had cornered her, she was sure she was winning the battle. Putting Trish in her place and maintaining her rightful position as head cheerleader seemed all assured. All the other white girls looked up to her and she knew she couldn't let them down. Seeing their leader capitulate to the black girl would doom them all, and she couldn't allow that to happen. Amber's vagina spasmed and juice trickled down her thigh as she remembered how she betrayed them. How a simple touch between her legs sent the pompous white queen spiraling down to a mere submissive slave. All the other girls were looking as it happened. Black and white. All of them looked as Trish backed Amber into a corner, hot water beating down on both of them. All watching the scared look forming on Amber's usually confident face as Trish's hand cupped the pristine pubic mound of her rival. Of how Amber didn't move a finger to stop her. Of the sight of Trish's hand moving, rubbing, and feeling. Of Amber's moans. Of Trish's words. Commands of how things were going to be from now on. Who was going to be the new queen bee. Who was going to be Trish's little white pet. Who was the leader of the pack! All the girls had watched in shock and awe as Amber nodded her head submissively in agreement. Her mouth open wide and air rapidly flowing in and out in rhythm with the hand rubbing at her cunt. The overwhelming erg over taking her body to simply accept what Trish was saying. The feeling of letting go, of loosing power. Please take it away. Back inside her room, another trickle spilled out of Amber's cunt. Gosh had things changed so rapidly after that. How all the other white girls soon followed suit, falling to their knees before each fingering, snickering, dominating black girl that took them. Following Amber's lead as she allowed Trish to use all her towels, sitting on the floor passively for a used one. The absolute worst moment had to have been when Trish made all the white girl go panty less on the field. The feeling of the cool air on their bare cunts. The feeling on hundreds of lustful eyes feasting on their exposed sex. Or perhaps the worst was when Trish first dragged her to the fences during a game. The complete fear coursing through her body as Trish raised her top from behind, offering her tender firm white breasts to the buffet of male hands grabbing at her. Lost in her past, a finger managed to travel down to her sex and touch her clit, instantly causing Amber to fall to the floor. She was desperate to prevent herself from coming since Trish would see it in her eyes later. After several minutes of hard concentration Amber stood back up, happy with herself that she had not betrayed her Mistress. Walking over to the window, she looked down and saw her mother and Lola still by the pool. Not surprisingly, Lola's bikini bottoms were off and put over Cindy's head as her mother lapped away at the black cunt. Yes indeed she had grown up to be just like her mother. Once Queens of their domain, now servants to their subjects. Amber's mind once again went back to the first time at the fences. The feeling of all those scruff hands squeezing and tugging on her chest. The outraged expression on her former coach's face still haunting her to this day. Miss Simons' jaw dropping as she watched the spectacle for the first time. On that fateful day, Amber didn't know why she was doing everything Trish was telling her to do. She didn't know anything about natural dominance or the like. All she knew was that every time Trish gave her an order, her knees would go weak, her mouth would go dry, and her pussy would flood. Yet at the time she so desperately wished it could all end. That somehow the humiliating role reversal would stop and she could resume her superior white cheerleading ways. That is why she still held out hope that Miss Simons would rush right over and end all the titty displaying. That she would grab Trish by the neck and yell some sense into her. Remind her who is the REAL head cheerleader in the squad, AMBER! And she thought it had actually happened. That Miss Simons had finally seen enough when her former coach had come storming over to the fences. Her yells and screams sending the exhibitionist cheerleaders scattering back to the fields for more innocent cheers. At that moment in time Amber was certain the coach would put Trish and the rest of the black teens back in their place. So afterward, when she ordered all the white girls home and forcing the black girls to stay behind Amber was sure things would all get back to normal. But that very next day Amber watched in complete shock and disgust with the rest of her white cheerleaders, as Miss Simons professed her desires to become a cheerleader. While dancing on the balls of her feet, the coach of the squad begged one of her girls to switch roles with her. Trish, being the opportunist that she was, happily accepted the new position as coach of the squad. The final nail in the coffin was watching Katty take off her own uniform and hand it to Miss Simons. Poor poor Katty, only 14, being replaced on the squad by a middle aged woman. Amber can still remember seeing that panty covered butt running back into the locker room crying tears. Who would have thought that she'd be back several months later, lapping away at Trish's cunt beneath the desk? Oh if only Miss Simons would have known it was Katty under there, and why the vengeful freshman was servicing the black teen coach. It was a payment. A payment for letting Katty give a little payback to the woman who had stolen her spot on the squad. A very painful payback soon to come. Amber looked over to the clock and a slight panic filled her. It was getting late and she was supposed to be spending the weekend at Trish's house. Quickly she dried her leaking pussy and got dressed. In a brief moment, she was down stairs and popping her head out the back door. "Lola, I need my mother to drive me to Trish's house. If you don't mind, can I borrow her for a little bit?" Lola's eyes were closed and mouth open in ecstasy as she held her knees to her chest. Her big black ass pointed right in the face of her mother, whose tongue was buried deep inside it. Mrs Lowenstien's face was covered in pussy juice and she appeared to really be at it, rimming her former maid with great enthusiasm as she played with her own gushing pussy between her legs. Cindy's eyes opened momentarily as she heard her daughter's voice, knowing how awfully degraded she looked. But like she had all the other times, she darted her tongue faster and farther up the black booty she was now worshipping. Amber knew well enough not to ask again and waited patiently for her mother to finish bringing off her maid. She waited for almost ten minutes before Cindy's numb tongue brought Mistress Zamonda to a squirting orgasm, all over her mothers open mouthed face. "Lola, my mother. I need her to drive me to Trish's house. Please let her!" Lola was by now playing absent mindedly with her pets hair as Mrs Lowenstien drank the rest of the juices from her Mistress's mound. She dreamily looked over to her slave's daughter, seeing the eager express on her face. "Very well, you may barrow my pet for a little while. But don't waist any time. We're having company over tonight and we wouldn't want to be without our main attraction!" Mrs Lowenstien, who was still fingering herself, darted her fingers faster when she was reminded about the party tonight. All those strangers in her home, humiliating her. "Cindy, stop playing with yourself and get your bitch daughter to her Owner's house! Cindy looked up, still licking the tender skin clean, "Mistress, may I please take the Mercedes?" "No, I don't think so. Its mine now. Just drive her in your new car!" "Yes Mistress!" Spoke the submissive mother as she rose off her red soar knees, curtsied like a fool, and went into the house to get the keys to the broken down 1986 domestic automobile that once belong to her low income maid. Amber followed behind her, shaking her head in amusement. It was true she got a kick out of seeing her mother in such a pitiful role, but things could always be worse. At least she wasn't like Miss Simons, cheerleading for all those laughing eyes. Amber's fleeting thoughts as she got into her mother's new car, were of a girl in another part of town. There little Katty was patiently biding her time for the day she'd get to make Miss Simons scream. End of Chapter 6 To be Continue.… *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: /files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2003 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *******