Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Not With My Daughter! 24 Part: 24 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Brenda starts to experience the elements of her blackmailer's intentions, as Marnie and Barbara start to head home. Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibition, F/f The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My Daughter!, Parts 2-23" which can be found at "Spunk's Place" See at bottom: Not With My Daughter! Part 24 by Spunk N. Wagnels "Why did you skip class this morning? You know they're cracking down. It's that financial thing and the new incentive program for administrators. It's making them crazy about having all of us in school now. I could only cover for you for second period." Brenda's friend, Lauren, explained. "Thanks Lauren, you're a pal. I've got to get to practice. I'll call you tonight." Brenda said, as she broke into a jog down the hall to the locker room. She hurried into her sweatshirt, shorts, tennies, and ran out to practice onto the basketball court with her squad. She filled into line just in time for calisthenics with only the briefest glares from Ms. Lambert, her coach. She acted a bit distracted during practice thinking about Vanessa and what further contact with her could mean, prompting Ms. Lambert to call her aside at the end of practice. "Brenda, can you meet me in my office for a few minutes?" "Yes Ms. Lambert." Brenda answered questioningly. "Why don't you sit here. . . Is everything okay?" Linda Lee Lambert, the twenty-eight year old coach, said with concern. "I chose you for this squad because you have a spirit to match your good looks and ability. Cheerleaders are spirit leaders and we have to work together to keep the spirit up among us. I picked you out over an upper-class student because I have faith in you. I'm not the same as a classroom teacher, I want you girls to feel like you can talk to me about anything, anything at all. I want to be involved, to help when I can in solving whatever problems that weigh on your spirits." Ms. Lambert said, walking around Brenda, touching the back of her chair as she passed behind her. "Something is eating you. Let me help." "I'm just week-end lagged. It was very active and at times stressful. A good night's sleep tonight and I'll be fine tomorrow." Brenda responded. "I'll watch for that." Ms. Lambert said, "Just remember that I care about you." "Yes Ms. Lambert." Brenda said making an exit. "See you tomorrow." "What did she nab you for?" A senior, Corey, asked as Brenda was changing by her locker. "Oh, she just singled me out to tell me she wanted to 'help with what was supposedly eating me'." Brenda said. Corey burst out laughing. Brenda looked at her like she was crazy. "What? What?" "She probably wants to take the place of 'what's eating you', more like it." You'll find that she'll have those conversations with you while you're showering, when she thinks she can get away with it. Julie caught her ogling her behind when she looked back from drying the tops of her feet." "You're nuts. She probably took an isolated moment and made it awkward by her interpretation of it, and now Lambert is branded for life at this school." Brenda defended. "You just want to defend her because you like her, and because she picked you for the open spot. Give it time, you'll see for yourself." Corey said as she was leaving. Brenda thought, "I'm the last one out. I'll just skip the shower today." Outside the school, Ronnie and Rosemary were waiting for Brenda to give her a ride. "What took you so long today?" Rosemary said, as Brenda got into the car. "Miss Linda Lee held me over for a talk." Brenda excused. "By the way, what do you guys think of Lambert anyway. Ronnie?" "I think she is cool, with it. She can get down." Ronnie responded. "And you Rose?" "Gee Brenda, I don't really know her at all. I've never been athletic like you. I had Wilson for P.E." Rosemary replied. "Why are you asking?" "No reason." "Thanks for the ride Roe. See ya Ron." Once inside, Brenda's thoughts went back to Vanessa, the photographs, and what might she be capable of doing with them. "Mom won't be in town for two days, what good would she be anyway, she wouldn't understand. I can't talk to dad about it, oh god no. I can't let any family or friends know, my life would be ruined if they found out about the weekend. Who could I talk to about this . . .? Who. . .?" By default, Brenda decided to take the bus to the pharmacy and try to catch Paul, without Vanessa around. When she got to the edge of the pharmacy, she peered into the store as covertly as possible. She didn't want to draw attention to herself for the people outside and certainly didn't want to Vanessa to catch her if she was still around. She saw a tall figure slip behind an aisle before she could get a positive identification. She waited, she looked, and waited some more, then Paul came to the front of the store and reached up for something on a shelf that was above the window inside. Brenda tapped on the window and waved to Paul to come outside. He saw her and shook his head, as he looked around to see of anybody saw him. Brenda tried again, this time showing her genuine sense of urgency. Paul turned and handed a box to somebody directly behind him and stood blocking their view of Brenda until that person retreated back into the store. Then he made a motion with his face and hands for her to meet him around back. Moments later he appeared outside where Brenda waited fretfully. "I can't talk to you. I can't be seen with you. I gave my word to Donna." "Listen, you left some film of me in the machine. Vanessa found it this morning, and she is intending to make my life a living hell. You've got to do something." "First off, you came to me with that film for me to do you a favor, and second, we both forgot the film. You were there too. Don't pin this on me." "Vanessa works for you. You've got to be able to do something." Paul started looking sheepishly at the ground. "Oh no, she has something on you too, doesn't she?" Paul's face and demeanor gave a definite "Yes." "Look, I've got to get back to work. We can't be seeing each other. As much as I like you and think you're hot, it has to end right here. Okay? . . . See ya." Paul said as he went back into the store. Brenda stood with her hands in her pockets facing the employees' cars taking a few deep breaths, some to fight back tears, and others to fight the urge to feel sorry for herself. With one last deep breath she took a stride to leave, as the door opened again. Brenda turned with hopefulness to greet Paul, who having thought about it . . . "Oh you are so good. You definitely get points for deciding to meet me here on your own, without my having to hunt you down. You also get points for the boys. They each said it was great, but clamed up on the details. Maybe you'll fill me in." Vanessa said, putting her hand inside Brenda's arm and turning her toward her car. "Can I give you a lift?" "No, I . . ." "Of course I can. Over here." Then once inside the car, Vanessa started the conversation again. "Since you've been so cooperative this far, Girl, I'm going to tell it to you like it is. You see, I haven't really been harboring a lot of emotion against you over the school thing, really. I was pissed; I still am I suppose, but I kind'a like you too. I am really upset that Lambert likes you better than me, though. I thought she and I were connecting, until you came along. My battle is with her. You've just fallen into my bait bucket, and I'm going to make you wiggle on that hook so temptingly that Lambert will bite. Once I have Lambert, you're off the hook. See?" "Wha…, what do you want Me to do?" Brenda asked shocked, as she scooted around in her seat to look more directly at Vanessa with alarm in her eyes. "Just whatever I ask, whenever I ask it, no questions, no lip, no delay, you got it?" "What are you going to ask me to do?" "Now there you go already. The first thing I said was 'no questions'. You're just going to have to listen more carefully, or you'll be making this very unpleasant for yourself. Now where do you live?" "Oh here's fine. I can get myself home from here." "There you go again. I didn't ask you if you wanted me to take you home, I asked you specifically, 'where do you live.' You see it is really very simple when you listen to what I am saying. Now, for the last time that I am willing to tolerate this behavior without penalty, where do you live?" "Turn two blocks ahead to the right, I'll show you." Brenda said with fear and defeat in her voice. "This is your place?" Vanessa asked impressed. "Yes." Brenda responded, trying to fit the pieces of the Vanessa puzzle together. "Show me your room." "Wha . . .?" "Was that a question coming out?" "No, just an expression of surprise." "That's better. . . So this is your room. Cute. Lots of pictures of you I see." "I'm beginning to do some modeling." "Yeah, for seat covers and wipes no doubt from what I've seen." Vanessa said laughing out the words, snidely. Vanessa went through her drawers and set aside items, tossing the balance back into the drawers. Then she went to the closet and started riffling through the pieces. "Is this all you've got?" She said as she turned with her hands on her hips. Brenda nodded. "Well, we'll just have to make do with this then." Vanessa said, and went back for a second look. With her back to Brenda she said, "Okay, off with your clothes." "But . . ." "What's that? No lip, no questions, no delay. When I turn around you'd better be naked and ready. We're going to do a little 'modeling' right now." Brenda hurriedly removed her clothes. She didn't want to test Vanessa's resolve right here. She was waiting with her hands clasped at her mound when Vanessa turned to view the sight. "I got to hand it to you, you did get a nice package in the line for handing out the bodies." Brenda looked down embarrassed. Vanessa approached her with a few things tucked in around her forearms, put the things on the bed, and reached out and cupped a breast. Brenda's instinct was to back away, but she caught herself, figuring it would only make things worse. Vanessa moved in front and took one breast in each hand looking alternately between the magnificent firm fruits she was squeezing and Brenda's eyes. "How does this feel when I do this to you?" "It feels unnatural. Must you do it?" "I'll ignore that question, this time. Would it be any different if say, Paul were doing this right now?" "There is nothing between Paul and me. He is engaged to be married." "We all know how 'engaged' he really is. The point is, if you didn't know who was doing this to you, would you like the way it feels?" Brenda closed her eyes in an earnest effort to respond cooperatively. "I suppose so, if I really didn't know, like say, a machine was doing it." "Are you planning on making it difficult for me to make my point, because I could do this a different way." Alarm swept over Brenda again. "Now, put your hands on my shoulders. That's it. Now, spread your legs." Vanessa placed her left hand on Brenda's hip and her other along her shaved pussy. Brenda closed her eyes shut tight from embarrassment, as Vanessa started movements designed for only one thing, to get an unwilling subject past the point of resisting. Brenda opened her eyes and looked down at Vanessa's assault, when she realized that she was lubricating against her own will. Her brow knit with worry, as she looked at Vanessa out of the top corner of her eyes while aiming them at Vanessa's upper chest. She started an involuntary undulation of her hips at once trying to avoid and then intercept the skilled fingers, while Vanessa danced them knowingly around Brenda's sex. "Oh god no." Brenda exclaimed in surrender to the desire to be brought to a conclusion. "Okay." Vanessa said flippantly, as she took her hand away, smelled Brenda's scent on her fingers, sat down on the edge of the bed licking them, as she watched Brenda still reaching out in front breathing deeply, lunging her hips forward and back in the air absentmindedly in a bow legged stance, until she realized she had been stroked by a phantom. There sat Vanessa leaning back on one arm, legs crossed, licking her fingers clean, watching her, with a wicked smile on her face. "What was that all about?" Brenda said brazenly from frustration. "You told me to stop. I respect that." Brenda took the humiliation in a stupor, arms hanging down in front like a gorilla, sweat rolling down, concerned about catching her breath to calm down. When she straightened, she sniffled a bit and started to head for the bathroom. "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm just going to fix myself up." "We both know what you are going to do. Do it out here." "I can't. Not like this." "So, I suppose you're asking me to finish it now." Brenda looked down to the side ashamed. Vanessa sat up on the edge of the bed, and with legs still crossed; she put her right hand out palm up with her elbow resting on her knee. "Okay then come here." Brenda moved her legs apart as she got closer to Vanessa's hand and tiptoed onto it like a crab, shuddering as she docked at the port. Vanessa just left her hand there, still. Brenda's eyes searched back and forth at nothing in particular. Then Vanessa pulled her hand away. "Do me first." She said abruptly. "But I'm not that kind of . . ." She realized that could be construed as breaking one or more of the rules. "We've already seen what 'kind' of girl you are. Now help me off with my things." Brenda padded on her feet bringing them together and she tried to hurry Vanessa off with her things, spurred on by the urgency created now between her legs. When Vanessa was undressed, she sat back down on the bed. This time feet and knees apart, leaning back, supported by her hands on the bed behind her. Brenda waited a moment to see if she would stand and put her hands on Brenda's shoulders, but the long pause pained Brenda into deciding on the next move. She moved in between Vanessa's legs and leaned forward to massage her tits as Vanessa had done to her. Vanessa wasn't getting the sensitivity from Brenda she wanted, so she said, "Kiss them. Suck them." Brenda found this disgustingly intimate and balked until she saw Vanessa's waiting anticipation start to turn to waiting annoyed. She leaned forward and kissed a nipple, and closing her eyes, trying to make it as dispassionate an experience as she possibly could. She started to enjoy the sensation the rubbery nub made on her tongue, as she swirled it around. Then she sucked on it, tapping into vague primal memories. She repeated the process with the other, and alternated some more until Vanessa started to push her down further, breaking Brenda from her reverie. Brenda stood and backed out from between Vanessa's legs and crouched down on the outside of the right leg, reached her hand over the upper thigh and placed her hand on Vanessa's already slippery patch. She looked down at the floor, and then at Vanessa's heel, exploring the furry zone with her fingers, while at the same time trying to get some figuring time in to find a way to get out of this mess. Then they both heard the front door. "What's that?" Vanessa asked. "It's got to be my father. He'll come up to say 'hi' for sure, we've got to get dressed right away." "Oh Brenda, I'm home." He called from down stairs. "Hi dad, I'm upstairs, I'll be right down." The two quickly started getting their clothes on irrespective of the previous dynamics between them. "How was school today?" They heard him asking, as he made a slow deliberate march up the stairs. "Great Dad, I'll tell you about it when I get down there." "I'm going to fix the chicken casserole or the other thing Mom left for us, so we can use it up before she gets home," he was saying getting closer, "which should it be?" "Could you look at the other thing and tell me what it is? And I'll tell yo . . ." "Here you can look for yourself." He said rounding the corner into the doorway with two foil-covered dishes. "Oh, hi. I'm Brenda's dad." Roger said, handing the mystery dish to Brenda so he could shake Vanessa's hand. "How are you?" "I'm great, Brenda's Dad, how are you." Vanessa said, shaking with one hand as she finished tucking in her blouse in back with the other. "So, can you stay for dinner?" "That depends how good a cook you are." Vanessa said jokingly. "Well, it's Brenda's mom's cooking, I'm the expert reheater." "Sure then, reheat away." Brenda felt deflated, despite her cover-up smile. "Okay then, I'll call you down in about 20-25 minutes and we'll have a casserole feast." Roger proclaimed. When he was out the door, Vanessa shut it all the way, leaned with her back against it, her hands on the knob behind her and said, "Like I said, off with the clothes. We're doing some modeling before dinner." Brenda did as she was told, and stood by the bed waiting for Vanessa's next order. "Put on the blue skirt." Brenda reached for her panties. "Unh, unh, aaanh. Just the skirt" Vanessa said waiving her finger back and forth. When it was her choice to wear it this way, Brenda could feel devilishly naughty. Now that it was ordered for her to do so, she felt humiliated and embarrassed in her nakedness, since the short pale blue flared skirt barely extended past her denuded crotch. "Turn." Brenda slowly turned. "No quickly." Brenda spun around supporting her breasts with her arms against her chest, and flaring the skirt out and up, displaying her charms. "Good. Now put on the white blouse." Brenda instinctively reached for her bra, but looking at Vanessa, realized that it was out for now. "Move over to the desk." Vanessa said, to position Brenda in front of a light. "Now turn slowly." Brenda turned, looking at Vanessa questioningly. "Good." Vanessa said going back to the closet. "What's in this bag?" She said, referring to a plastic garbage bag tucked in the corner. "Those are my clothes for Goodwill. They don't fit me any more." Brenda explained. "Bingo." Vanessa exclaimed. At dinner, Brenda was sent to the table in a small wool sweater that was so tight that if someone were to look carefully, they could see flesh through the openings in the weave. It ended above her waist and the arms were too short. Brenda pushed the cuffs up her forearm to disguise that fact from her dad at the table. As they were talking, Brenda felt Vanessa's toes glancing up and down her shin. She tried to implore her with her eyes, without tipping off her father, who was talking away. Brenda held her legs together tightly, until she felt a slight kick from Vanessa's foot, reinforced by a stern look. Then she felt Vanessa's foot snake in between her legs with her toes wiggling at her mound. "Can I get anyone else something to drink while I'm up?" Roger asked. Vanessa hooked both of her feet around Brenda's right leg near her knee and pulled her into a slouch in her chair. Then rested her foot at Brenda pussy, until Roger settled back into conversation. Brenda grew flushed, and then beet red as Vanessa worked her toes across Brenda's moist opening causing her to put both hands down on the table beside her plate for support. "Is everything okay, Honey?" Roger asked. Vanessa stopped a second. "Yes Dad, I think I swallowed funny." Brenda explained. Vanessa began her assault again. Brenda was beginning to sweat, and pushed herself back from the table. "May I be excused please?" "Sure Honey" Roger said. "Me too," Vanessa said, "that was great reheating." Vanessa met Brenda in the front hall. "I'm heading out. Remember what I told you. I have friends who will report to me about school tomorrow. You'd better do as I say, or it will get worse for you each day you don't fully cooperate. Got it?" Brenda nodded looking down, closed the door behind Vanessa, leaned her back against the door and looked up in despair. "I can't go through with this, what am I going to do? Who can help me? What . . .?" "Jeff? Hi. Could you give me your father's number please? . . .Yes I'll tell him when I talk to him. . . .Thanks." "Walter? Hi, do you have a minute? . . .Oh sure . . . She'll be back the day after tomorrow, why. . .Yeah, I'll tell her to get in touch with you right away. The reason I called is that I need to talk to someone about a problem I have, and didn't know who else to turn to about it. . . Yeah, I'll be waiting, thanks." Brenda waited for Larcher at the ice cream shop. He showed up half an hour later. "What's the problem Brenda?" He asked. "Walter, I didn't know who else to turn to." "Tell me, what is it? You can tell Walter." "I'm being blackmailed, and I don't know what I can do about it?" ***** "Well Marnie, are you glad we came?" Barbara asked her friend, as they rode on the boat back to the mainland. "It was definitely one of the most memorable weeks of my life. How about you?" "I can't believe we did it. I can't believe what I did there. And, I sure don't want my family to know anything about it. We have to get a story together." "Don't worry Barb, I'll back you all the way. Now, what we are really going to have to figure out, is how we are going to get satisfied when the horns kick in again. I know it can be a problem. I hope George is going to be up to the task for you." "Oh Marnie, that's right. How can it ever be as good as it was back on that island?" "No, it won't be as good, most likely. The haunting question is, 'will it be enough?'" Comments welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com You can find the other parts at the totally free, Spunk's Place: /~spunknwagnels