Message-ID: <14638eli$9808222256@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14638.txt> From: The Bear <thkbear@earthlink.net> Subject: Story Repost: Better Loving through Chemistry (3/6) (Orgy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-URL: news:alt.sex.stories.moderated?ALL Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6rjtm9$h51$3@oak.prod.itd.earthlink.net> Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any other characters, locations, and or situations, real or fictional, is pure co- incidence. The following work is for adults only. It contains graphic language, and depicts nudity and sexual situations and activities. If you are below the legal age for viewing adult material in your area, stop reading now. If you are legally forbidden from viewing adult material, stop reading now. If you object to this type of literature, and/or are easily offended by such material, stop reading now. If you fall into any of the above categories, and choose to ignore these warnings, you are about average. Better Loving through Chemistry Chapt 3: "Ok", questioned Jenny. "Why is this one called the 'Dating Game'? I thought it was just another basketball game. You know, we cheer, the team loses, like usual." "Well", Carol explained, putting an arm around the petite blond. "It's an old tradition. Whenever we play Ivy Hall, the losing team has to throw a party for the winners. And the pep squad has to supply dates." "When was the last time we beat Ivy Hall?", asked Jenny suspiciously. Ivy Hall was the "rich kids" school across town, and had the best team scholarship money could buy. This was Jenny's first year at the school, and she had let Carol talk her into joining the cheerleading group "Seven years", Carol said with a smile. "So what are you smiling about? You're gonna end up with some dumb jock pawing at you, and the Ivy Hall cheerleaders laughing in your face." "Not this year", Carol said assuredly. She held up a hand holding an imaginary bottle, and made a spraying motion with one finger. * * * * * Wednesday night. This wasn't a big game. A big game was one that you could win, if you tried hard enough. That was not the case, and everyone knew it. Still, the students turned out, filling the gymnasium about 3/4 full. "Hey Carol", called one of the visiting cheerleaders. "Guess who you're going to this year's party with?" "My boyfriend.", Carol replied coolly. "Want to bet?", the other girl taunted. Carol dismissed the challenge. She would make the other girl eat her taunts. Jenny bounced up, bright as a sunbeam in her cheerleader outfit. Giving Carol a conspiratorial wink, she asked, "So, what's the plan?" Carol tried to look confident, but failed. "I don't know. I was hoping to dose some of the girls enough to distract the other team, but it would affect our guys at least as much. And it probably wouldn't help anyway. They're just too good." Jenny sat down next to her friend, and the two pondered for a bit. Finally, Jenny had an idea. "Carol", she began. "There was a movie once. I wasn't old enough to see it, but I heard about it. A bunch of girls snuck into the visiting team's locker room and fucked the hell out of them. They were so tired that they couldn't play. Could we do that?" "Nice idea, but too late.", Carol replied, pointing towards where the Ivy Hall team was entering the gym. "Here they come." "Well, there's got to be some way.", Jenny said glumly. The pep squad did their best to urge the team on, but it was like trying to cheer up a man headed for the gallows. The home team was getting murdered. At the end of the first quarter, the score was 53 to 20. Carol stopped by the team bench, and made a serious plea. "Look you guys, I know you won't beat these clowns, but if you can keep it close, I promise that the pep squad will make it worth your while." With a nasty grin and a flip of her skirt to emphasize her point, she headed out onto the floor for the next set of cheers. When they were finished with their dance routine, Carol wandered over to the Ivy Hall pep squad. She had a plan. "Trying to cut a deal, or switching sides?", called the head of the squad. "Neither. Just offering to up the ante on the bet, if you have the guts.", Carol replied. "What else are you planning to lose?", teased the blond. "Loser doesn't just supply dates. They play slave. Anything goes. Bet?" Carol replied with firm confidence. The blond, who's name was Misty, quickly agreed. On her way back to her side of the court, Carol emptied a small bottle into a bucket that sat by the Ivy Hall bench. Nobody noticed. * * * "You bet what?", asked Jenny in shock. "I didn't like the orgy I had with our own boys. There's no way I'm gonna play for those snobs." "Don't worry, you won't have to.", Carol laughed. "I figured out how to beat them. I put the potion in the cleaning bucket. See?" Jenny looked where Carol pointed. A boy was damp-mopping the floor, cleaning it for the Ivy Hall cheerleaders. "Every time they go out, they have him mop the floor first. They're going to get a dose every time they touch the floor with their skin. By halftime, they'll be so horny they'll lose their minds." Jenny smiled, understanding dawning in her eyes. "So, after the half-time orgy, our team will stand a chance." The show got interesting. Every time-out, the Ivy Hall girls took to the floor, and they worked the side lines constantly. Within about 15 minutes, they were doing a lot more splitz, and the boys were definitely taking notice. When they had to sit on the bench, several of the girls were squirming noticeably, rubbing their asses against the bench. Jenny smiled at the image, knowing just how they felt. They were hot, and getting hotter. The score at halftime was 67 to 35, and would have been worse, except that the Ivy Hall boys had taken to show-boating. They were openly making fun of their opponents, clowning, and generally rubbing it in. Carol watched as the visiting team headed for the locker room. The coach didn't even bother with a half time talk. Then, after a minute or so, one of the cheerleaders slipped from the girl's area into the boy's locker room. Then another. And another. By the time Carol and her friends were done with their half-time routine, the Ivy >Hall girls were noplace to be seen. Carol and Jenny snuck to a supply closet they knew about, and peeped through the vents into the boy's locker room. Misty was on the training table, her skirt flipped up, and her panties nowhere in sight. She was being taken from behind by one of the players, while she took another with her mouth. Two of the girls had tackled a freshman, and were busily pulling his pants down. He tried to hold onto them, but his willpower was fading fast. Clothes went flying as the two squads went into full-contact wrestling, no holes barred. The boys were superb athletes, but the girls were insatiable. They couldn't see the showers, but they did see one girl, naked and covered with soap, come sliding through, hotly pursued by an equally naked boy. Giggles and squeals of delight echoed through the chamber. Then came an interruption. With halftime almost over, and the cheerleaders nowhere to be seen, the coach and the choreographer came in, following the sounds of pleasure. The scene stopped them in their tracks. The coach was only stopped for a moment. Two girls, seeing a man who wasn't spent, jumped him, tearing at his clothes. The choreographer backed away, a look of horror on her face. Suddenly the coach was on his feet, peeling the amorous nymphs away from his legs. The look on his face was dark and stormy. Hell was about to break loose, if he could get their attention. Carol and Jenny snuck out, before they were caught. Ivy Hall took the court five minutes late, and nearly lost the game by forfeit. They might as well have. The home team, hoping to get what the visitors had too much of, were more than motivated. And the visitors moved like their feet were glued to the floor. By the third quarter, the score was nearly tied, and the Ivy Girls were noplace to be seen. The final score was 101 to 95, and for the first time in years, Ivy hall went home a loser. * * * * * The party was held at one of the Sorority houses at Ivy Hall, since they were hosting it. "Hi Misty", Carol waved as she spotted the familiar face waiting inside the hall. "Or should I say, 'Mistress'?", Carol said with a grin, looking at the tiny bathing suit the other girl was wearing, as she had been instructed. Misty gave her a scowl, then pulled her aside. "Are you really going to make us go through with this?", she asked unhappily. "I'll tell you what.", Carol said, handing the buxom blond a package. "Since you agreed to dress the part, I'll meet you half way. Nobody will make you do anything you don't want to. You see, I never told the boys about the bet. I did bring something special for you, though." Misty looked relieved as she took the parcel. "Good. None of us were really looking forward to this. Thanks for letting us off." "Oh, I'm letting you off easily, but I'm not letting you off.", Carol corrected her. "You still have to wear those slave-girl outfits. You just get to decide whether you play the parts." * * * * There were hoots and cheers when the girls of Ivy Hall made their grand entrance. They were dressed in tiny, french-cut bikinis, mostly black, high heels, and slave collars. Carol attached a leash to each girl's collar, and introduced them to their dates for the night. "Don't forget, everyone, we're doing Prom Pictures later On", she reminded the girls with a grin. Misty came out last, but she was worth waiting for. Her costume consisted of the same bikini briefs the other girls wore, but her torso and breasts were covered (barely) in a snug leather corset. It drew her waist in tightly, making her bust line seem all the larger. Jenny watched Misty and the others heading for the dance floor, and smiled at Carol. "I don't know why, but somehow I get the idea that Misty and her friends don't like their party clothes.", Jenny commented sarcasticly. "Don't worry about that", Carol confided. "They'll get in the mood soon enough." "You mean...?", gasped the petite blond, stifling a giggle. "Yup", Carol nodded. "I added some to the inside of the collars. They may not want to play slave now, but in about half an hour, this party is definitely going to swing." End of Chapter 3 Replies Welcome The Bear thkbear@earthlink.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>