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 ï>¿The Jocks and Sluts Club Mon Apr 18, 2005 16:18 209.83.11.221

   If you look closely at the clothing of the senior girls here at Darwin
High, more than half will be wearing an "S".  While some have it blatantly
scrawled across the butt cheeks of their jeans, most will be satisfied with
a small discreet bit of embroidery.  It signifies that the wearer is a
member of the Jocks and Sluts Club, a secret organization.  Many juniors
are members, and a few sophs, but freshmen are never invited to join.  The
Club rules society at Darwin.  No girl who is not a member can hope to be
Homecoming Queen, or even a member of the Court. As a sophmore, I've not
yet been asked to join, and what the initiation involves I can only guess.
I assume becoming a Slut involves something both sexy and embarrassing. At
our school students operate the soda and milk vending machines and sell
candy from kiosks at noon and after school.  The money we make is used for
scholarships for our graduating seniors.  On Friday, wanting a certain
dress very badly and not having enough money to buy it, I borrowed $100. 
from my kiosk.  I put a note inside telling Mr.  Flanagan what I had done,
but I expected that he would not ever see it.  I planned to wear the dress
to the dance Friday night, take it to a two-hour dry cleaners Saturday,
return it that afternoon, replace the money Monday before school started,
and tear up the note. I won't go into how the dress got stained and ripped.
I couldn't return it and that meant I had to come up with $100.  first
thing Monday.  I couldn't bear going to my parents, so my only remaining
choice was Moneybags, a.k.a.  Jeff Randing.  Jeff is this rich kid who
makes a nice sweet deal for himself by lending you $5.  now for $6.  next
week.  That's like, what, 20%x52 weeks, 1,000% interest?  Well, that's how
the rich get richer.  He was only too glad to help me out when I told him
my sad story, but he took the note I had written for insurance.  Of course
I hadn't any more ability to pay him $120.  than I had to come up with the
$100., but at least I bought a week to think. I was worried all week. 
Moneybags asked me Thursday if I was good to pay on Sunday and I had to
tell him I couldn't see a way but I was trying.  On Friday there was a note
in a sealed envelope taped to my locker. "Dear Miss Crawford, Saturday
morning at 2 AM be at the curb in front of your home dressed only in
pajamas and robe.  Do not tell your parents.  We shall make you an offer
you will not wish to refuse." It was not signed, but I knew who it was
from. I could hardly say no, plus I was curious. A car picked me up right
away.  Keith Francois was driving with his girlfriend Gina next to him. 
Moneybags was all alone in the back seat.  I was glad to get in a heated
car.  It gets cold at night here in this near-desert climate.  Jeff didn't
waste any time.  He scooted over next to me, holding me against the door
with one hand while the other slipped underneath my robe and caressed my
right breast through the thin fabric of my pj.  At least he was gentle.  I
didn't have strong feelings one way or the other about Jeff, but I guessed
I owed him something so I didn't say no, plus I did like what I was
feeling. He switched from boob to boob, getting my nipples hard.  I was
half afraid he was going to jerk up my top and get a little tongue action
going.  The other half of me hoped he would. But before he could do that,
the car stopped in front of Jeff's big old house.  Jeff helped me out of
the car, slipped off my robe, left it in the back seat.  I stood shivering
in my pj's, my nipples clearly visible.  His parents were not home.  We
went through several rooms until we got to the indoor-outdoor pool in back.
There were six couples sprawled on blankets about the pool.  There were
some beer cans scattered about, but mainly it looked like a pot party as
several doobies were being passed from hand to hand.  Some of the girls
were totally naked and some were wearing only knickers, still wet from
swimming and largely transparent.  The boys, too, were either naked or
scantily dressed.  Now Keith, Jeff, and Gina calmly removed their clothes.
Keith and Gina lay down on a blanket side by side, kissing.  Keith had his
hand between Gina's legs and before long she was moaning. Jeff, totally
naked, stood behind me as I faced the pool, and everybody but Keith and
Gina looked expectantly at me as he pressed himself against my butt, his
hands now underneath my top, caressing my breasts.  He was whispering in my
ear. "May, you are hereby invited to become a member of the secret society
of Jocks and Sluts.  If you choose to join, you must sign an oath of
secrecy regarding the nature of your initiation, and you must, for the
entirety of your days at Darwin, wear the letter 'S'." "What must I do?" I
really didn't like Jeff enough to do what he probably had in mind, but I
was curious. "According to our most solemn and secret charter, in order to
join, a girl must engage in full genital sexual intercourse with a boy who
is a member.  This must be witnessed by at least two other members.  She is
not required to reach orgasm." As he said those last words, he dropped his
hands from my breasts and slid them under my jammie bottom.  The fingers of
one hand spread apart my labia, while the fingers of the other gently ran
up and down my open slit. I was so shocked and so excited I let him do it
for a few moments before seizing his wrists and pulling his hands away. I
was so afraid of what was going to happen next that I took a step forward
and threw myself into the pool.  The water was not as warm as I would have
wished.  I knew I could not stay in very long before I turned blue.  Jeff
knew this, too.  He just shrugged and sat open-legged on a blanket, daring
me to stare at him, picking up a blunt and lighting it.  I called out to
him from the pool. "Jeff, I like you, but I can't join your club tonight."
"OK, whatever." He pretended to be bored. "Can you take me home if I climb
out?" "Yes, but what about the money?  If you join tonight I guess we'd be
even.  I'd hate to have to show that note to your father or Mr.  Flanagan.
What happens to embezzlers?" The carrot and the stick.  If I gave in, all
my troubles would be over.  But if I did it for money, what would that make
me? "No, can't do it.  But can I do something for partial repayment?" I
really didn't even want to say that.  But I had a funny feeling that I
wasn't going to get home unscathed anyway.  Might as well make a deal if
they were going to make me be naughty anyway.  Jeff thought awhile before
answering. "OK, here it is.  No sex, not even oral.  But you climb out of
there and slide off those wet pj's.  We get to dry you off and look at
everything you've got as long as we like, and you have to pose however we
want.  And you're half paid up, $60.  due Sunday." I shivered.  Was it from
the cold alone, or the excitement? "I agree." I climbed out.  They all
crowded around, boys and girls both, as I raised my sodden top over my
head. I hesitated too long over my bottom.  Jeff, on his knees in front of
me, slid it down.  A dozen hands dried me.  Even the girls were groping.
When I was dry Jeff made me lie down on a blanket.  He started to give me
the first of many instructions. "Please open yourself up with your left
hand, then with the other..." The cold was getting to me and I had to
interrupt. "I need to pee real bad." "OK, we'll all come along with you to
the bathroom." It was going to be a long night.