Chapter Thirty-Two: Laura
The start of my junior year was actually a bit depressing. Previous years I'd seen all my old friends, but last year I'd made friends with a lot of seniors, none of whom were back. Nevertheless, I still had quite a few friends, many that I hadn't seen since the end of last year. The first days of school are always like a reunion; I renewed relationships with a few girls, and continued with others.
Out of school, I still spent a lot of time at Cheri's house. Kari was going to college locally, and Cheri still looked to me to order her world. Helen was still in control of Cheri at home; they had reached a level of stability where Helen remained firmly in control, yet Cheri still retained her motherly obligations.
I had many girls that I slept with, but there is something about having an older woman at your beck and call. I didn't get to spend as much time with her as I liked, but the time that I did, I enjoyed greatly. At least once every few weeks I made it a point to either spend the night with her, or have her over to spend the night with me.
About a month and a half after school started, Gemma came over to me one morning in school and asked to talk with me. "I've met a girl that I want you to talk to," she said.
"Another candidate for the JGs?" I asked lightly.
"Not quite," she said seriously. "I've been talking to her quite a bit in the last week or so, and I want a favor from you."
"What's the favor?" I asked.
"I want you to talk to her, see if you could help her," she said.
"Help her with what?" I asked.
"Her name is Laura, and she is a freshman," Gemma told me. "She and her mother just moved to town, and they did it to get out of their old town. Laura is like that song, a girl that just can't say no. She's like Girl, except unlike Girl, she doesn't have anyone to protect her. She's already had one abortion when she was very young, and the only reason she hasn't had more is because her mother put her on the pill.
"In the month that she's been here, she's already slept with four guys. She might not be able to get pregnant, but she's going to end up catching something or she's going to get seriously hurt. She needs a protector."
"And you think I should be that protector?" I asked.
"Who then?" she replied.
I sighed. "Today's Thursday," I said. "Ask her to go home with you tonight, and I'll have Kari come over to hang out too. I'll ask Kari to invite her over on Saturday; it will probably be less threatening than at my house. I'll ask Helen to go elsewhere for the evening, and I'll have Cheri make dinner."
"OK, Jake," she said. "Helen can come over and have dinner at my house."
On Saturday, I went over to Cheri's house. Cheri was making dinner, so I walked up behind her, kissed her neck and fondled her breast. She purred and leaned back into me.
When I released her, she turned and gave me a proper kiss, then turned back to her preparations. "Why am I making dinner for a girl you invited over? Am I to be the maid tonight?"
"If I wanted that?" I asked.
She turned and curtsied, lifting her skirt a little bit further than was strictly necessary, and said with a smile, "As my master commands." I had asked Helen to modify the dress code so that my girls wore short skirts and sheer tops; I realized that the tease turned me on more than outright nudity. Nevertheless, she was still wearing more than that, given that a guest was coming over.
"Bend over the table," I instructed.
She quickly complied, and I lifted her skirt and pressed two fingers deep into her while pressing my thumb against her asshole. My other hand diddled with her clit, and in just three minutes I had her thrashing on the table. I licked my fingers off as she recomposed herself and went back to tend to the food.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" she asked.
"That's for being so accommodating," I informed her. "And to answer your question, Gemma found a girl at school who appears to be completely submissive, and as a result, she has been taken advantage of to the extreme. She asked if I would talk to her and then perhaps act as her protector."
"Really? Why did you have her over here instead of your house?" she asked.
"I thought that given her nature, she would be more comfortable in this environment than at my home," I explained.
Cheri went back to work and I sat down in the living room waiting for Kari and Laura to get home. When they arrived, I realized why she was taken advantage of as much as she was. A plain looking girl as submissive as Laura was reputed to be would be in trouble, but Laura was far from plain. At around 15, Laura was 5' 5", thin though not skinny, and she sported what had to be 36C breasts; just about as perfect as you could get. Her hair was a dark brown, straight to below her shoulder blades, and her skin was slightly olive, just a hint of the exotic. I was shocked that I hadn't noticed her before; if I had seen her, I would have remembered her.
They came over to the couch and Kari pointed to a chair opposite me and told Laura, "Sit there."
"Jake, this is Laura," Kari told me needlessly. "Laura says that her mother is expecting her home for dinner, and she has a date later tonight."
She looked at me expectantly, and I glanced over at Laura, taking in her straight back and lowered head.
"Laura," I said, and she looked up at me.
"You are to call your mother and tell her that a girlfriend from school has invited you over to dinner," I instructed her. "Kari's mother will talk to your mother and assure her that it is OK. Who are you going out with tonight?"
"Mark Wiener," she said in a quite voice. I knew Mark, who had been a freshman last year, and a particularly obnoxious one at that.
"After settling things with your mother, I want you to call Mark and tell him that you can't make it tonight, because you are having dinner with Jake Alexander. Tell him that you will try and reschedule for another time. If he tries to make any demands from you, you are to give me the phone to talk to him. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Then do as I instructed now," I demanded.
Laura looked at Kari, who pointed her to the phone. As Laura dialed home, I told Cheri she was to convince Laura's mother that she should stay for dinner. I heard Laura telling her mother that she was eating dinner at a girlfriend's house, and it was clear that her mother did not believe her, because she was trying to convince her. When she glanced up at me, which she did quite frequently, I pointed at Cheri.
"Hold on Mom, Karen's mother wants to talk to you," she said into the phone.
"Hi, this is Cheryl Harrison, Karen's mother," Cheri said into the phone. "You are Laura's mother?"
Cheri spent a little time convincing Laura's mother to allow Laura to stay, but it appeared that when Laura's mom realized that it really was a girl that was having her over, and that her mother knew about it, she was less reluctant to let her stay.
"Yes, she said she had a date tonight," Cheri said. "But Karen convinced her to break the date and stay over here instead. Is there a time that she needs to be home?"
"Yes, I'm sure that she'll be here the entire time, and I'll drive her home when its time," Cheri said.
"Great, I'll have her home by 11:00. I hope that I'll get to meet you soon. Goodbye," Cheri said before hanging up the phone.
Laura had been looking at me throughout the phone conversation, and she picked up the phone when I pointed to it. She pulled out a number and dialed a number. "Is Mark there?" she asked.
"It's Laura."
"Hello, Mark? I'm afraid that I won't be able to make it tonight ...." I heard Mark start to yell on the other end of the phone, and Laura cringed. I walked over and lifted her chin with my finger. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm having dinner with Jake Alexander tonight. I'll try and reschedule with you for another time."
I couldn't hear exactly what he said, but I heard the word 'slut' just before he hung up.
Laura hung up the phone and said, "I told him."
"I heard," I said. "Don't worry about him; he won't bother you. Let's go talk."
We went back to the living room and sat in our seats. "What will you drink?" I asked Laura.
"You don't have to bother," she said.
"I didn't ask you what you want to drink," I said calmly. "I asked what will you drink?"
"Coke?" she said quietly.
"Cheri!" I called.
"Yes, Jake," she replied, jogging in.
"Get a coke for me and Laura, a diet coke for Kari and a white wine for you," I said.
"Yes, Jake," she said, going back to the kitchen.
I waited until she came back in and gave us our drinks, then told her, "Call us when dinner is ready."
"OK, Jake," she said, heading back to the kitchen.
"I don't think that we were properly introduced," I said. "I'm Jake Alexander."
"I know that!" Laura exclaimed. "I'm Laura Crane."
"We haven't met before, so I didn't think you knew me," I said.
"I think that every freshman girl knows who Jake Alexander is!" she said.
"Really? Why?" I wondered aloud. Kari burst out laughing.
I looked at her quizzically and when she got her laughter under control, she said, "You really are funny. You have the sexiest, most popular girls in school at your beck and call, and you wonder why people might know you?"
I didn't quite understand. "Tell him what you know about him," Kari told Laura.
"I know that he's the Jake of Jake's Girls," she explained. Oh well, I guess it was unrealistic to think that the meaning of the JG wouldn't get out. "Half the girls in school want you because they think you are sexy, and the other half wants you so that they can become a JG."
"Me, sexy?" I asked doubtfully, and Kari burst out into laughter again, and this time it was much longer before she could get control.
"Why would half the girls want to be a JG, anyway?" I asked.
"It's like being in the most popular clique in school!" Laura said. I couldn't believe that everyone knew about the JGs, and in fact many of the girls aspired to be one of my girls. It was frankly a little unnerving.
Kari had finally gotten herself under control. I said, "We'll talk about this later, young lady!" Then I turned to Laura and said, "We're here to talk about you, not me.”
I looked at Laura for a moment, not quite sure how to start. "Kari's talked to me about you," I began. "I understand that you have a bit of a problem saying no, is that correct?"
She nodded.
"What would have happened if you had gone out with Mark tonight?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"What do you think would have happened?" I clarified.
"He would have wanted to have sex," she said.
"And would you have done that with him?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Is that what you wanted?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"That's not a good enough answer," I said. "Tell me what you want."
"These are very personal questions," she said.
"I know. Answer me anyway," I demanded.
"I guess I like the sex, but sometimes guys don't treat me well, like they hit me or call me names, and I don't like that," she said.
"Do they make you do anything else that you don't like?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Like what?" I asked.
She shrugged again.
"Laura, tell me something that a boy has done that you didn't like," I instructed.
"One of them liked doing my butt, then making me lick him clean," she said.
"Why do you do it, if you don't like it?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"Do you think they will hurt you if you don't?" I asked.
"Sometimes," she replied.
"But not all the time?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"But you'll do what they ask all the time?" I asked
She nodded.
"Why?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"Tell me about your family," I instructed. "Do you live with both your parents? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"I live with my mom now," she told me. "I don't have any brothers and sisters."
"Did you live with your dad before?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Until when?" I asked.
"Three years ago," she said.
"Tell me about your mother," I said.
"What about her?" Laura asked.
"Describe her to me," I said.
"I dunno," she said. "I guess she looks a lot like me. Brown hair, brown eyes, thin, a little taller than me."
"And do you listen to what she tells you to do?" I asked.
She shrugged again. "I guess. Like when she tells me to do my homework and stuff like that?"
I nodded. "And what happens when you don't listen to her?"
"It depends. Sometimes nothing, sometimes she'll punish me."
"How does she punish you?" I pressed.
"She won't let me watch TV or go out," she said.
"And what if one of the boys that want to be with you tells you to go out with him, do you go, or stay like your mother told you?" I asked.
"I guess I usually would sneak out," she replied.
"What about your father, what was he like?" I asked.
"He was good looking. I don't remember how tall, but taller than my mom. Dark hair, a small beard, lots of muscles."
"And did you listen to him?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with fear.
"What happened if you didn't?" I asked.
"He would punish me," she said with a shudder.
"How did he do that?"
"He would hit me, or he would lock me in the basement without lights, or he would yell at me. He said that girls had to listen to their fathers." Her eyes were tearing a little.
"Would he punish you if you didn't listen to your mother?" I asked.
She nodded.
"And what if your mother didn't listen to him?" I asked.
"He would hurt her. Sometimes he would take her into their bedroom and I could hear that he was using a belt on her. She would scream a lot."
"And did he say anything about wives listening to their husbands?"
She nodded. "He said that a woman had to listen to their man, it was the way the world was created. She said that a woman who didn't listen to their man wasn't a real woman."
Well, that certainly got to the bottom of that!
"Have you ever been to therapy?" I asked.
"Oh, no, my father didn't believe in that!" she said.
"What about since he's been gone?" I asked.
She shook her head. "We really can't afford that."
"What happened to your father?" I asked.
"He left," she said, tears falling from her eyes. "He said that my mother would never be a real woman, and that he couldn't keep wasting his time trying to teach me to grow up to be a real woman."
"Did he ever touch you, sexually?" I asked
She shook her head. "He wouldn't have done that!"
I bet if he'd stayed around, seen the beautiful woman that she'd become, he would have. It's amazing how parents could mess up their kids. Though I guess that some people would say that my parents messed me up too, so I probably shouldn't throw stones, but her dad had really done a job on her!
"Kari, get Laura some tissues," I instructed.
"Yes, Jake," she said, running out of the room.
"Kari listens to you," Laura observed.
"Yes, she does," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
Kari came back into the room with the tissues and handed them to Laura. "Kari, why do you listen to me?" I asked, trusting her to give the right answer.
"Because you tell me what to do," she replied perfectly.
I let Laura wipe her eyes and nose, giving her an opportunity to let Kari's comment sink in.
"Let's get back to you," I said. "You said that you sometimes like it when boys have sex with you. Do you like the sex?"
She nodded.
"Do you ask them for sex?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"When you go out with a boy, do you ask him for sex, or offer sex to him, or does he demand it?" I asked.
"He does, I guess," she replied.
"What about someone you've been out with before, someone you've had sex with? Knowing what they want, do you initiate sex, or do you wait for them to tell you what they want?"
"I guess I wait for them," she answered.
"And do you like the sex? The physical feelings of his cock in you, the taste of his cum in your mouth? Do you enjoy that?"
She blushed a bit and said, "I guess."
"And do you like it when he tells you to get down on your knees and blow him?" I continued.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Which do you like better?" I demanded.
She hesitated for a moment.
"The truth!" I said strongly.
"I like it when he tells me what to do," she whispered.
"And you like listening to whatever he tells you?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Like Kari listens to me?" I asked.
She looked at Kari with an expression that said that she just realized what Kari was. She looked at me, her eyes a little wild. "Yes, like that," she said.
"Do you like listening to all those people?" I asked.
"I guess," she said, perplexed.
"But isn't it sometimes confusing, when you are listening to more than one person and they tell you different things? Give you different instructions?" I asked.
"I guess," she said.
"Like tonight. Mark told you to go out with him, but I told you to stay with me. Why did you listen to me?"
She was getting quite upset. "Because you told me to!"
"And if Mark were outside right now, and you were to step out for a breath of air and he demanded that you come with him, would you have? Or would you stay here with me?"
"I don't know!" she said. "I guess I would go with him," she said.
"Even though that would be disobeying me?" I asked.
She was crying again. "I don't know!"
"What about when your father was still at home? Did you also listen to other men?" I asked.
"I guess?" she said.
"What would have happened if your father told you to be home after school, but one of your teachers demanded that you stay after class. What would you have done?"
"I would have gone home anyway!" she exclaimed.
"Even though your teacher insisted?" I asked.
"Yes!"
"And it didn't bother you that you weren't listening to him?"
"But my father told me to come right home!" she said, like I just didn't get it.
"So you knew exactly who to listen to, right?" I asked.
"Of course!" she said.
I leaned forward, looking at her intently. "Did you like that better? Did you like knowing exactly who to listen to, not worrying about which person was the one you should obey?"
She thought about it for quite a while, then nodded her head.
"Are you sorry you don't have that any more?" I asked.
She nodded, grabbing another tissue.
I sat back and thought for a few minutes. Laura just sat there sniffling, while Kari had a self-satisfied expression on her face. Just then Cheri came in and said, "Dinner is ready, Jake."
"I need a few more minutes. Go make sure that everything stays warm and I'll let you know when we're ready," I instructed.
"She listens to you, too," Laura observed after a moment.
I nodded.
"Why?" she asked again.
"Cheri!" I called.
"Yes, Jake," she said, rushing back into the room.
"Laura, ask Cheri your question," I told her.
"Why do you listen to Jake?" she asked.
Cheri looked at me, concerned, but I said, "Tell her the truth."
"Because he told me to," she told Laura.
"He told you to listen to him?" Laura asked.
"He gave me someone to listen to," Cheri explained.
Laura looked at me questioningly, and I told her, "Ask her anything that you want. I'll let her know if I don't want her to answer.
"Do you listen to anyone else?" Laura asked her.
Cheri looked at me again, and I nodded. "Yes, I do," she told Laura.
"Why do you do that?" Laura queried.
"Because Jake told me to," she replied.
"Why did he do that?" Laura asked, surprised.
"Because he can't be with me all the time, and he knows that I need someone to always tell me what to do. Besides, there was something that he wanted, and by telling me to obey someone else, he got it."
"Who else do you listen to?" Laura asked.
Cheri looked at me again. "I said that I would tell you if I didn't want you to answer something. Don't ask me again, or I'll have to punish you."
Cheri blushed, but said, "I obey my other daughter, Helen, around the house, and I obey Karen about sexual matters."
Laura's eyes whipped to Kari, who was smiling slightly.
"Sexual matters? Laura asked Cheri.
"Jake has placed Kari in charge of my body," Cheri explained. "It is her responsibility to ensure that I'm always ready for Jake."
"And you let her?" Laura asked.
Cheri got a surprised look on her face. "Of course! Jake told me to!"
"You may go back to the kitchen, Cheri," I instructed.
I took another drink of my soda while I watched Laura processing everything that she had learned.
"Tell me more about your mother," I instructed a little later.
"What do you want to know?" Laura asked.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"In an apartment over on Ascot," she answered. Ascot was in the bad side of town. It wasn't a slum or anything like that, and it was relatively safe, but it was definitely for the lower middle class, people who just couldn't afford any better.
"What does she do for a living?" I asked.
"She works as a filing clerk in an office downtown," she said.
"Did she go to college?" I asked.
"No, she married my father right out of high school," she explained. "He never let her have a job. After he left, she got her first job."
"Does your father pay child support or alimony?" I asked.
"No!" she exclaimed, looking at me like I was insane. "We don't even know where he is."
"When was the first time you had sex?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I guess I was 11," she said.
"Who was it with?" I asked.
"Some older boys from the neighborhood. These came in early," she said, gesturing at her perfect breasts. "Some of the older kids got interested in me. They said they wanted to play a game with me. They had me undress and they felt me up all over. One of them stuck a finger in me, and it hurt and bled.
"Later they made me suck on their cocks, telling me to pretend they were lollipops. Soon they started sticking their cocks in me."
"Was this before or after your father had gone?" I asked.
"After!" she exclaimed. "They never would have tried that with my father there to protect me! He would have killed them!"
Even more interesting!
"What happened after that?" I asked.
"They kept it up, and brought more friends. I guess that people knew that I would do what they wanted, because a lot of the kids started having sex with me."
"Anyone older?" I asked.
"There was a neighbor who was older, like his 50's I guess. He asked me to come in, and then he had sex with me. He also was the first one to do me in the butt."
"Did your mother know?" I asked.
"Not then. She was working a lot."
"When did she find out?" I asked.
"I guess about a year later, when I got pregnant," she said.
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She demanded to know who had gotten me pregnant," Laura explained. "I told her I didn't know, and then I told her everything. She took me to get an abortion, and she got me on the pill. She also gave me a big box of rubbers and told me to use them."
"Did you?" I asked.
"I tried, but some of the boys didn't want me to," she explained. "Mom also went to the old guy and threatened him or something, because he didn't want me around any more."
"Then what happened?" I asked.
"Nothing much," Laura said. "I kept going to school, kept sleeping with guys. I guess she wanted me to have a fresh start or something, because she moved us here before I started high school."
"Did she tell you to stop having sex?" I asked.
"She did once, but then she seemed to realize that I couldn't stop it," Laura explained.
I sat back and said, "That's enough for now. Let's go eat dinner."
Cheri had prepared a very lovely meal. The conversation at dinner was about how Laura was enjoying the new school and the new town. After dinner I asked Laura, "Does your mother have any plans for tomorrow night?"
"Not that I know of. Probably not," she replied.
"Fine, Laura, call your mother now and tell her that Cheri is bringing you home," I instructed. "Tell her that Cheri would like to meet her. Cheri, I want you to take Laura home, and invite her mother and her to dinner tomorrow night. Try and get her to agree to come."
"Yes, Jake," she said. She took Laura to the phone and went to get her shoes on.
While she was gone, I sat and chatted with Kari. "Did that go about the way that you wanted?" I asked.
"Almost," she said. "I thought that you would take her."
"Take her?" I asked.
"Have sex with her, and make her yours," she said.
"You think that I can't make her mine without sex?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That's not what I meant," she said hurriedly. "I just thought that it would be good for her if she had you in her life. You seemed to think that was what she needed too!"
"Don't worry, I'm proud of you," I told her. She looked relieved. "Let's wait until your mom gets home."
We sat and watched mindless TV for about 45 minutes, until Cheri walked in the door.
"How did it go?" I asked.
"She seemed reluctant, but I convinced her to come over," Cheri said. "She's a very nice lady, if a little meek."
"Who's the pot, and who's the kettle here?" I asked with a smile.
"You're going to like her," she said, sitting next to me with her feet curled up underneath her butt. "She must have had Laura when she was a baby. She can't be much over 30, and she looks younger. She wasn't dressed sexily, but I could tell that she had a hot body underneath."
"Interested in her?" I asked with a smile.
"Would it make a difference?" she asked with a smile. "When you tell me to sleep with her, you know that I will anyway."
"You're sure that I am going to end up asking you to sleep with her?" I asked. She just put on her Mona Lisa smile.
"Kari, get me the phone," I said. Kari ran and got me the cordless phone. I punched in the number and my mother answered.
"Mom, I'm going to stay with Cheri and Kari tonight. ... Yes, they've both been very good girls, and I need to reward them." Cheri yipped in pleasure and Kari launched herself at me.
After I hung up I said, "I want you both upstairs in Cheri's bed, completely naked and ready for me, now!"
They ran off, and I followed the trail of clothing upstairs. I spent the rest of the night doing my damndest to see that they realized how good I thought they were.