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STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
(PART ONE)
By Parker
WARNING: This story contains blackmail, non-consensual
sex, D&S, humiliation and all that sort of good stuff
(although, not in every instalment). This story is not
politically correct! If you do not enjoy reading about
this sort of thing, STOP NOW (before it is too late).
- This is the first part of a ten part series.
=================================================================
Neil was the one to notice it: Stacy Richards cheating on an
examination! He nudged his friend Gary and pointed towards the
front of the class.
"Check it out," he whispered.
Gary saw, but couldn't believe what he was seeing. Stacy
Richards - the ice-queen cock tease of the senior class at
Greenwood High - was staring intently at a slip of paper hidden
on her desk under the exam. Just then, Mr.Edgar, the teacher,
coughed quietly and shifted position in his seat at the front of
the class. Stacy quickly pushed the cheat-sheet back under the
exam paper and looked up guiltily, her face flushing a pretty
shade of red. If Mr.Edgar had glanced over at her at that moment
he would certainly have known that something was wrong with her.
But why would he be checking out Stacy Richards, who had been
getting straight A grades ever since she had begun attending
Greenwood High four years ago? Instead, he turned his attention
to Neil French and Gary Syms, who were the class trouble-makers:
Neil with his long, greasy hair and semi-stylish ripped clothes
and Gary with his cynical, cutting sense of geek humour. Sure
enough, they were grinning and whispering together at the back of
the classroom rather than writing the exam.
"French... Syms," he called out, drawing himself laboriously
out of his chair and up to his rather unimpressive full hight,
"Front of the class."
No longer smiling, the two boys got up and walked slowly
forward, the centre of attention, with everyone in the class
looking up at them from their exams. Neil noticed Stacy smirking
at him with her typical, haughty sneer.
Bitch, he thought, we'll see who's laughing in a second.
"Mr.Edgar," he blurted as he reached the front of the room,
"We saw..."
He was cut off by Gary elbowing him subtly, but stiffly, in
the side. He drew in a breath to continue speaking, but he was
interrupted by the angry teacher.
"You two have been nothing but trouble since you started
this class in September," Mr.Edgar announced, his full white
moustache quivering with indignation. "I can no longer allow you
to disrupt this class with your infantile jokes and games,
particularly during exams."
Neil started to protest, but was again cut off by Mr.Edgar,
who had worked up a full head of steam.
"You have both failed this examination. You will apologise
to the class for the disruption, and then you will leave." He
glared at the two boys. "Do you understand?"
Both boys nodded a sullen 'yes'.
"Any further problems," the teacher finished his
pronouncement of sentence, "And you will be removed from this
class permanently. Perhaps you will be able to make up the course
in summer school."
Gary didn't react, but Neil looked up in alarm. That was
about the most serious threat a teacher could make, short of
outright expulsion. Bakersville was a beach town in southern
California, and summer was by far the best time of the year,
particularly for the teenagers. Being forced to waste the summer
months inside the stuffy high school while everyone else partied
on the beach was about the worst fate a teenager could suffer.
Apparently cowed, Neil and Gary turned around and stammered
out an embarrassed apology to the class. A few kids giggled -
Neil noted that Stacy was one of them - but most looked away,
uncomfortable at the humiliation of their fellow students. The
two boys then filed out of classroom and into the hallway.
*****
Stacy shrugged her blonde hair off her shoulder and looked
back down at the examination as the class returned to normal.
Thank god those two geeks were gone, she thought, and tried to
put Neil and Gary from her mind. In her world, there were
"people" and there were "geeks", and Neil and Gary definitely
fell into the latter category. She wouldn't even have known their
names except that Neil had spent the better part of the first
term of the previous year following her about, and had even asked
her out on a date. As if! She had refused in as cruel a manner as
she knew how (which was pretty cruel), and had later asked Pete,
her then boyfriend and captain of the football team, to beat Neil
up, just to warn him off. Pete had dutifully administered the
beating, and Neil had backed off. She had soon afterward broken
up with Pete - he had lost his place on the football team that
spring - and had put the entire episode from her mind.
Reluctantly, she turned her attention back to the exam. She
frowned down at the test, as if she could intimidate the answers
off the written page. Questions which had been easy for her a
year ago now seemed impossibly hard. Stacy was quite intelligent,
and had always gotten almost perfect marks at school, but lately
the constant burden of socializing - cheerleading, beachparties,
student council etc. - had left her little time for schoolwork.
As a result, she had found herself approaching the first set of
school exams of her senior year completely unprepared. And if she
did poorly or - unthinkable - failed, she would loose her record
of straight As, and would probably fail to be elected Homecoming
Queen, the goal toward which she had been working for the last
few years. Hence, she had decided to make a few crib notes to get
her through the first round of exams. After that, she told
herself, she would get back on track with the schoolwork.
Looking around to make certain she was unobserved, she
pushed the exam paper upwards to expose the notes she had written
on the cheat-sheet...
*****
Neil smouldered with anger as walked down the hall with
Gary. That had been the perfect chance to get back at that bitch
Stacy, and Gary had blown it for him! Neil's thoughts lingered on
Stacy as he grumbled to himself.
Stacy was one of those unattainable high school princesses
who enjoyed showing herself off, but didn't put out. With her
shoulder-length blonde hair, perfect face (large green eyes, pert
nose and thick,pouty lips), and athlete's body (she was a member
of both the swim team and the track team), she was easily the
most beautiful girl in Greenwood, and every male student's dream.
But dream she remained for most. She moved exclusively in
the highest high school social circles, and only went out with
sports stars and the like. Neil had developed a crush on her
earlier the previous year, and it wasn't until she had sent that
football jerk to beat him up that he got over her. The fact was,
she only noticed guys like Neil (and Gary, for that matter) when
they bothered her, and she had to put them off (or "...out of
their misery..." as Neil had once heard her laughingly remark to
one of her friends).
The two boys left the school by the side entrance and began
to walk across the south parking lot. Finally, Neil could contain
himself no longer.
"Why'd you shut me up in there?" he complained, "I had that
bitch right where I wanted her. I owe her."
Gary just smiled at this, making Neil uncomfortable. Where
Neil was loud and obnoxious, Gary was quiet and strange. Despite
the fact that the two had been friends for a number of years,
Gary was still capable of unnerving his larger friend with his
strange smile and even stranger ideas.
"What's so funny?" Neil asked nervously.
"You're right," Gary answered quietly, "We do have her where
we want her, but not in the way you mean."
Neil was puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
"If you had told on her back in the classroom just now,
Edgar might or might not have believed you. Probably not; you
know he doesn't like us. And if not - if Stacy had managed to
hide her cheating - we would have been kicked out of the class
for good, and been stuck in summer school. And even if he had
caught her, at most she would have failed the exam, if that. The
teachers love her. Then she would set her friends on us."
"But..." Neil began.
"You remember Pete."
Neil could only nod glumly in agreement, recalling the
beating he had suffered last year. Stacy had no shortage of
friends on the football team. "So," he said finally, "You said we
had her where we wanted her."
"Yes, I did," Gary agreed.
"How?"
By now, the two boys had reached Gary's car, a large, black
Pontiac. Gary unlocked the doors before answering.
"If she's cheating now on a math test," he explained, "she
must be in trouble with her schoowork. She's always gotten top
marks in math."
"Yeah?" Neil was still confused. "So?"
"So," Gary continued patiently, "It's a pretty safe bet
she'll cheat again. There's an English test coming up next week,
and I don't think a little cheat-sheet will be of much use to
her. You have to have read the material." He started up the car
and began to pull out of the parking space. Neil thought this
over as Gary manouvered the vehicle out of the school parking lot
and onto the road.
"So," he asked finally, "What do we do about it?"
"I'll tell you when we get to Sharon's place," Gary
answered, "We'll need her for what I have in mind."
*****
Sharon was Gary's friend and sometime girlfriend. Neil was
never really sure about their relationship - he knew that they
went out and that they occasionally had sex, but he also knew
that Sharon did the same with at least a couple of other guys.
Gary, however, didn't seem to mind, so Neil had decided to take
things at face value. He had even made something of a pass at
Sharon at a beach party last summer, but had been rebuffed. He
was philosophical about it; Sharon wasn't really his type anyway.
The girl in question appeared in the doorway, answering
their knock. A year younger than the two boys, Sharon was short
and heavy, with large breasts and curly, brown hair. Any
suggestion of cuteness, however, was quickly dispelled by her
hard face and small, piggy (Neil thought) eyes. If there was any
beauty there, it was definitely in the eye of the beholder. She
was smoking a cigarette as she answered the door.
After a quick greeting (and an obligatory "hello" to
Sharon's mother - propped up, as usual, in front of the
television), Sharon led the two boys down to her basement
bedroom, locking the door behind her (Sharon's parents were
"progressive", and felt that she needed her privacy). Neil
accepted a cigarette and flopped down into a chair while pulling
a lighter from his jacket pocket. Gary, who didn't smoke, just
leaned up against the dresser. Sharon lay down on the bed and
propped herself up with a pillow.
"So," she asked, flicking some ash onto the dirty shag
carpet, "What are you guys doing here? I thought you had math
with Edgar until 3:00."
Neil grimaced. "We did," he answered, "Until he kicked us
out."
"What?"
Gary took over the explanation and outlined the sequence of
events that had led to their expulsion from the math class.
Typically, Sharon immediately blamed Stacy.
"That cunt!" she swore angrily, "Cheating on the test and
getting you guys kicked out. She's really asking for it."
"Yes, she is," Gary agreed quietly, "And I think I know how
we can give it to her."
"What do you mean?"
"We know she's cheating on her exams, right?"
Neil and Sharon nodded in agreement.
"I think that it's pretty likely she'll cheat again. I don't
think that she's had to do it before, so she's probably way
behind in her work. The fact that she's cheating - and that we
know she's cheating - gives us a hold on her; a way of
blackmailing her, but we need more."
Neil thought this over for a few moments. "Like what?" he
asked.
"First, we need concrete evidence of the cheating. No one is
going to take our word over Stacy's. That's where you come in,
Sharon. Your dad lets you use his video camera and radio -
microphone. We'll use that to trap her."
"And then what?" Neil was starting to become excited at the
prospect of blackmailing Stacy.
Gary fell silent for a moment, looking at his two friends.
"How much," he asked finally, his voice strained and odd,
"How much do you hate her? I mean really. How much do you want to
see her suffer?"
"Hey man," Neil answered uneasily, "I just want to get back
at her for putting me down last year. I don't want to, like, beat
her up or anything."
"Well, I would," Sharon spat out. "I hate the bitch. Always
flaunting herself, and prancing about like she owns the whole
fucking school. She deserves whatever she gets. I'll do whatever
you want to help get her."
Gary looked over a Neil, his eyebrows raised as if to ask
'are you in?'.
"Aw, fuck it," Neil said finally, "I hate the bitch as much
as anybody. I'm in all the way."
"Good," Gary nodded, "Cause when we're through with her,
she'll be the biggest slut in the history of Greenwood High."
*****
The English exam was being held the following Monday, only
five days away, so they had to move quickly. The first step was
to get ahold of the exam questions beforehand, a proposition
which might have proved difficult but for the advances in
electronics technology which had culminated in the computer. Exam
papers were commonly written out on school computers and stored
in the school network, which allowed for "maximum flexibility
within the school bureaucracy regarding application of
secretarial assets". Incidentally, it also allowed someone with
the appropriate equipment and skills to break into the system and
download the required information without leaving any traces of
his actions.
Gary, something of a hacker, had broken into the system a
number of times in the past with his home computer and modem and
was quite familiar with both the security measures and the layout
of information within the network. In the end, it took him all of
about twenty minutes to download the appropriate exam paper. Neil
and Sharon were impressed.
"Jesus," she muttered, "I wish you'd told me about this
before I failed my fucking history test last year."
Gary just shook his head. "I don't think this is the kind of
thing you want to do too often. If I go in often enough, they'll
figure out what's going on. I was saving if for a special
occasion." He looked up at his two friends and grinned
maliciously. "And I think this is it."
*****
Frustrated, Stacy slammed the book shut. The exam was coming
up in just a few days, and there was no way she was going to be
ready. She had done her best to catch up on the first two months'
work in a couple of days, but it was almost impossible for her
even to get through the material in time for the test, much less
actually understand it. And there was impossible for her to cheat
on this exam the way she had in math. In that class, she had
gotten away with writing out a number of formulas and
applications on crib notes, but that just wouldn't work for an
English test. There was too much material to read and assimilate,
and without knowing exactly what material the test was going to
focus on, she was forced to try to learn it all in just a few
days: a daunting task at best, and almost certainly doomed to
failure. She was going to blow the test for sure!
Stacy slumped back in her chair and stared at her pouting
reflection in the desk mirror. It wasn't fair. How could she be
expected to keep up with all of this classwork while at the same
time attend all the student council meetings as well as the swim
club practices each morning. It was impossible. They just
expected too much of her! She felt her large, green eyes brimming
with tears; she wanted to be Homecoming Queen so badly, and
now...
She was interrupted from her self-pity by the ring of the
phone at her bedside. Sniffling, she got up and crossed the room
to answer it.
"Hello?" It was Ashley, her friend from school. Careful to
disguise her inner turmoil (Ashley, like all of the other girls
in their particular clique, could smell weakness the way a shark
smells blood; any hint of a problem and it would be all over the
group by the end of the next school day, threatening Stacy's
position), Stacy fell easily into the standard school banter of
gossip, innuendo and casual put-downs of other students. Stacy
was good at this, and Ashley sensed nothing out of place.
After a while, Neil's name came up, and Stacy happily
recounted the events of yesterday's math test. Ashley had almost
certainly heard about it by now, but the combination of a
first-hand account together with Stacy's particular style of
sarcastic humour made the story well worth hearing for a second
time. The two girls were soon laughing together at what had
happened.
"Well," Ashley laughed at the end of the story, "It does
sound as if they made absolute assholes of themselves, alright.
And that threat of summer school must have scared the shit out of
them from what I heard."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard that Neil has got ahold of some of some of the exam
papers coming up. I guess he wants to bring up his overall marks
so Edgar can't fail him or something like that."
Stacy felt her heart jump a beat as her breath caught in her
chest. Neil had copies of future exams? "Where did you hear
that?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual. Evidently she
had succeeded, as Ashley failed to detect the change of mood.
"Laura told me," she answered, "I think she heard it from
Sharon, although why she was talking to that cow, I don't know.
You remember Sharon? She was the one..." Ashley started to drone
on about Sharon, who was definitely not a part of their exclusive
clique, but Stacy wasn't listening. Neil had copies of some
upcoming tests.
AND HE WAS IN HER ENGLISH CLASS!
After a while, Ashley wound down, and Stacy let the
conversation die a natural death. While she was careful not to
mention Neil and the exam papers again, it was never far from her
mind. Finally, the two girls said goodbye and Stacy hung up the
phone.
Thoughtful, she walked back to her desk and looked the pile
of unread English books. Cheating was a serious matter at
Greenwood (it had taken her a long time to screw up her courage
enough to do it during the math test), but stealing exam papers
was something else altogether. She remembered a guy who had been
caught with a stolen paper about four years ago, when she was in
her first year at the high school. He had not only been expelled,
but the school had prosecuted him for breaking and entering and
theft (they succeeded on the first count, but failed on the
second). It had been all over the papers in Bakersville. She
shuddered at the thought of that happening to her, but what was
the alternative?
Besides, she thought, making up her mind, she wasn't going
to get caught; she was too smart for that.
*****
It was all too easy!
Stacy had approached him the next day - just as Gary had
predicted - and, in the guise of sympathizing with him over his
humiliation in Edgar's math class a couple of days ago, she had
sounded him out about the papers for the upcoming exams. As Gary
had instructed him, Neil pretended to be suffering from a bad
cold and sore throat, and lowered his voice to a rasp. Stacy
didn't seem notice; either she didn't care, or couldn't remember
what he normally sounded like. Probably both.
Enjoying the experience of Stacy being friendly to him
(although aware that Stacy had skilfully manipulated the
circumstances of their "accidental" meeting in such a way as to
locate it in the Study Hall, which was usually deserted), Neil
drew the encounter out, repeatedly side-stepping her indirect
attempts to get him to admit to having the papers.
Finally, she was forced to ask him directly: did he have
copies of the upcoming exam papers? Seemingly reluctant, Neil
eventually admitted that "yes" he happened to have some copies of
future exam papers, and "yes", in particular, he did have copy of
next week's English exam.
"Why do you want to know?"
Stacy looked down and flushed. When she looked like that,
Neil was almost willing to feel sorry for her. Almost. All he had
to do to push back any feelings of affection was remember the
bitchy way in she had rejected him last year and then gotten him
beaten up. He knew what she was like.
"I want a copy of that exam," she admitted finally, "I need
it for this weekend."
Neil pretended to be shocked. "Stacy, you mean you want a
copy of a stolen exam paper so you can cheat on next Monday's
English test?"
Stacy swallowed back an angry retort. Couldn't he be a
little more subtle? Idiot! Still, there wasn't much she could do
about it. "Yes," she admitted, "I need it to pass the exam."
Neil just stared at her, not saying anything.
"I'll pay money," she added, "How about $100?"
Still nothing. She was almost frantic.
"Please?"
"Alright," Neil relented, as if making up his mind, "I'll
sell you the stolen exam paper for $100." Stacy almost collapsed
with relief. Everything was going to work out!
"Will that be all, Stacy, or do you want any more exams? I
can probably get whatever you want."
Stacy looked up, excited. This would solve all of her
problems with the schoolwork. "That sounds great," she told him
enthusiastically, "I'll buy whatever you can get for the classes
I'm in. $100 a paper."
"It's a deal." Neil could barely repress a grin of triumph.
They had her! Now, only one more thing... "Meet me tomorrow after
school in the woodworking shop. It should be deserted on Friday
afternoon."
"Fine," Stacy agreed, "I'll be there." She turned to go.
"Don't forget the money," he reminded her, but by then she
was gone.
*****
"Remember," Gary repeated for what seemed like the hundredth
time, "keep your back to the wall and face slightly away from the
closet. Make sure that Stacy is always facing you so that we get
a good angle from where Sharon will be filming." Gary and Sharon
had cleared out one of the storage closets in the workshop, and
Sharon was set up inside with her video camera filming through a
knot-hole. Gary was set up with a still camera in the upper
storage area across the room. In order to cover the noise of the
camera, he had turned on the rotation fans which were fastened
from the ceiling; the resulting hum was more than sufficient to
mask any noise he might make.
Satisfied at last that everything was in order and Neil knew
what to do, Gary climbed the short ladder to the storage area and
concealed himself behind a stack of wood. Neil watched him
disappear from view. After a quick glance to make certain the
closet door was properly closed, he sat back in a chair and
waited for Stacy.
Stacy arrived ten minutes late, looking a little uncertain,
but determined to carry through. She crossed the room as Neil
watched in appreciation. She was wearing tight jeans and a white
blouse which left her tanned arms bear past the shoulder.
Bakersville was having an unusually long Indian Summer, and her
clothing reflected the fact of this unseasonable warmth. Neil got
hard imagining what lay beneath the blouse. Soon, he told himself
as Stacy approached him, soon he wouldn't have to imagine. He
stood up as she approached.
"Well," she asked as she got to where he was standing, "Do
you have it?" She was more her usual bitchy self today, now that
she was getting what she wanted.
Perfect, Neil noted silently. She's standing exactly where
Gary wanted her to stand. "I've got it," he told her in the same
gruff voice he had used the day before, "One stolen English exam
paper for Stacy Richards." He held up the computer printout. "And
my money?"
Stacy reached into her pocket and pulled out the cash.
Silently, she handed it over to him. Just to make her angry, he
slowly and noisily counted the money, making a production of it.
"It's all there," she said angrily, "You don't have to worry
about that; now or in the future."
"Fine," he answered, handing over the exam questions, "It's
all yours."
In a hurry to leave, Stacy snatched the paper and quickly
scanned the contents. As promised, the paper contained the four
questions which would form the basis of next Monday's English
class examination.
"Thanks," she said shortly, all business, and turned to walk
away.
"Good luck with the test," he called after her, but she
ignored him and left the room.
The room fell silent for a few second, and then Gary popped
up from behind the wood. "Looked good from here," he announced,
"I think I got some good shots." He began climbing down the
ladder as Neil walked over to the cupboard where Sharon was
hiding. He opened the door and helped her out from behind the
camera tripod.
"That was great," she chortled, "I got everything."
Neil reached into his jacket and pulled out the small
radio-microphone. He handed it over to Sharon who clipped it back
onto the video camera.
"Well guys," Gary stated, "A little bit of editing, and I
think we have her."
Neil began to get hard again, just thinking about what that
meant...
*****
They waited almost two weeks before lowering the boom. By
that time, the English exam had come and gone, and Miss Frankel
had read out the marks in class. Stacy had received the highest
mark ever given out in Miss Frankel's English class, a fact
commented upon several times by the impressed teacher. Neil, on
the other hand, had barely passed. When his mark was announced,
Stacy gave him a startled glance, but then quickly looked away.
If he was so stupid that he could barely pass with advance notice
of the questions, that was his problem.
By that time, Gary and Sharon had suitably edited the video
and audio evidence, and Gary had developed a large number of
prints from his still pictures of the event. Gary still hoped
that the audio tape would be enough on its own (he didn't want
Stacy to realise the extent of the plot against her), but if not,
the additional evidence was very convincing. Everything had
turned out perfect: Stacy's actions and words were crystal clear,
while Neil was unrecognizable. Between his disguised voice and
positioning during the filming, there was no way to prove the
identity of the person from whom Stacy bought the stolen exam
paper. Gary thought that this, along with the fact that Stacy had
done so well and Neil so poorly on the test, should serve to
protect Neil from expulsion if they were forced to use the
evidence. As well, Gary and Sharon were willing to give Neil an
alibi. At best, it would be Stacy's word against their's, and, if
it came to that, Stacy's word would not be worth much by then.
So, it seemed that everything was in order. All that
remained was to determine the method of delivery...
The small package arrived in the mail at the Richard
household on the Friday almost two weeks after the English exam.
It was addressed to Stacy. When it was opened, a cassette tape
fell out along with a small piece of note paper. She picked it up
and read it: 'SAT. MORNING: 10:00 AM STEWART PARK FOUNTAIN. It
was written in clumsy block letters.
Puzzled, she took the tape up to her room, slipped it into
her walkman, put on the head-phones and hit the play button.
Almost at once, her head was filled with the sound of her own
voice:
"I heard you have a copy of next week's English exam. Is
that true?"
"Why do you want to know?" That was Neil! What was going on
here? There was a brief hissing, then the tape continued,
relentlessly. Stacy listened in panicked disbelief.
"I want a copy of that exam. I need it for this weekend."
"Stacy, you mean you want a copy of a stolen exam paper so
you can cheat on next Monday's English test."
"Yes. I need it to pass the exam... I'll pay money. How
about $100? Please?"
"Alright, I'll sell you the stolen exam paper for $100. Will
that be all, Stacy, or do you want any more exams? I can probably
get whatever you want."
"That sounds great. I'll buy whatever you can get for the
classes I'm in. $100 a paper."
"It's a deal. Meet me tomorrow after school in the
woodworking shop. It should be deserted on Friday afternoon...
Don't forget the money."
The hissing stopped for a second as the tape fell silent,
but before Stacy hit the stop button, it started up again, this
time with a small humming sound in the background. The fans,
Stacy realised, fighting down panic, the fans in the woodworking
shop. Trembling, she listened as the voices began once again:
"Well," her voice again, "Do you have it?"
"I've got it. One stolen English exam paper for Stacy
Richards. And my money?"
There was a brief moment of silence, and they the sound of
paper being crinkled.
"It's all there; you don't have to worry about that... now
or in the future."
"Fine, It's all yours."
"Thanks."
The voices fell silent, and she heard a door slam: the shop
door slamming when she left the room. The hiss slowly faded as
the recording came to halt.
Hands trembling, she pulled the ear-phones off her head and
sat still in stunned disbelief. This couldn't be happening to
her! Her eyes brimmed over with tears as she picked up the note
and re-read it. The writing blurred through the tears as she
realised that she had no choice: she would have to go to the
meeting tomorrow and see what he wanted.
END PART ONE
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