EroticReverie

Laney Holland 

I saw him watching me. Probably judging me, probably sickened by me. Sickened by all of us. 

After swallowing down Spencer and Tadd’s cum, I go upstairs and to one of the dozen bathrooms in Tadd’s house to clean up. 

I brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. And rinse with mouthwash. 

It’s no secret what Tadd does with me and his friends. It’s no secret that I, Laney Holland, am willingly used as a party favor. 

At first I didn’t mind. When Tadd first suggested I do something with one of his teammates while he watches. I thought it was hot. It was exciting. I was young and wanted to experiment. Then, he kept doing it. Offering me to other guys on his team. Then I started saying no, only for him to manipulate me into agreeing. Then he started inviting other girls to join in. by that point I wasn’t in love with Tadd anymore. When I mentioned to my mother that I didn’t want to date him anymore. The next day my father yelled at me not fuck things up with Tadd. That he didn’t care what I wanted. That I was supposed to deal with whatever it was , and be a loyal girlfriend. Because after we graduated, I was expected to marry him.  My mother was no fucking help. She ratted me out and stood by me, looking at the floor as my father basically told me no matter what Tadd does, I’m expected to grin and bear it. That if I didn’t, then I’d regret it. 

The next argument my father had with me over Tadd, was a month after that. I’d caused a scene with Tadd at a party. And fucking Tadd told his parents, who told my father. 

And for the first time in my life. My father hit me. While my mother, again, stood by and did nothing. He called me ungrateful. And even after I told him what Tadd was having me do. He didn’t care. 

“Your job is to be his girlfriend. To do as he fucking tells you. Don’t make me have this discussion again Laney.” He’d said as he left me crying with my hand on my cheek after slapping me a second time. 

I look in the mirror. Refusing to cry. I would not cry for them. Over them. I would grin and bear it till I turned 21, get my fucking inheritance money and run the fuck away from their sick twisted bullshit. 

I finger comb my hair and then leave the bathroom, running right into a hard chest. 

“Oh!” I jump and step back and look up. My stomach sinking. 

Henry Wells. Tadd’s father. 

“Party is downstairs Laney” he says and lifts a hand and brushes it behind my shoulder , making my skin crawl. 

“Yeah, was just going back to-“ I say as I turn and his hand drops to my stomach and I halt. Sucking in as he moves and stands behind me. His hand sliding down, over my pelvis , to the hem of my short white dress and I stiffen as he hums. His cold fingers curling around the hem and lifting it.  

“Or….maybe the party …is right here” he whispers and I close my eyes , squeezing them tight as his fingers worm their way into my panties and right to my pussy. 

“Mmmmm, I think we should have our own party Laney” he says. Sliding his finger down and into me. He mistakes me whimper of disgust for pleasure and groans as he starts to finger my cunt slowly. 

“Why don’t you come with me , those little boys don’t know how to appreciate such a pretty girl, do they sweetheart ?” He hums and then kisses my neck and I swallow, trying not to fucking vomit. 

Even when I told my dad and mom that Mister Wells had raped me last year. They didn’t care.  

It was the night he’d asked me to seduce Tadd’s teacher for him. I’d said no. Then he’d “taught me a lesson” for defying him and disrespecting him. For denying his “request”.

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Laney - Twenty Minutes Later….

I slip off of the bed in one of the many unused furnished rooms as Henry stands there grinning , pulling up pants. 

“We really should do this more often Laney.” He says with a sick grin. Knowing I can’t tell him no and to go fuck himself.

I grab my dress from the floor and pull it on without a word. 

He’s been helping himself to me ever since the first time he forced himself on me. I’d overheard my father on the phone in his office and smacking the shit out of me for telling a Wells “no”. 

“It won’t be a problem anymore.” I heard my father tell him. “She’s been handled.”  A few beats of silence and then a chuckle. 

“I understand, if she wasn’t my daughter, you know I’d probably do the same” I heard my father say. 

“I bet she is…..yes….” Another laugh. 

“Yes , they’re impressive, they’re fantastic tits” he laughs. And I had almost puked right outside his door. 

“Yes, anytime, she’s a Wells eventually, she’s as good as yours” my father had said. 

“Maybe when Caroline is older…we can make arrangements” I heard him say and tears filled my eyes. Caroline was Tadd’s sister. His eleven year old fucking sister. And my father was making plans to fucking screw herwhen she was older?! In exchange for letting the Wells men make me their whore?! What a sick fucking bastard. 

I look at Henry as he walks over to me and grabs my chin. 

“You’ll be such an incredible addition to our family soon” he says as he lifts my chin and leans down and kisses the side of my mouth. 

“A perfect little Wells whore” he groans and I say nothing , willing myself not to turn my head or jerk it from his hold. 

“Go back to your party sweetheart, I’ll see you again soon.”

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It’s three am as I lay under Tadd, letting him fuck me. It’s four minutes after three am when he’s telling me goodnight.  

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The next day , I’m in the gym running cheer practice on one side , while the boys basketball team runs their practice on the other side. 

I steal glances over to them once in awhile. My friends thinking I’m eyeing my boyfriend. Every single one of them wishing Tadd was THEIR boyfriend. I fucking wish he was too. But my eyes aren’t on him when I steal glances. They’re on the Griffin High boy. 

Six foot five, Knox Flynn is the tallest on the team.  His messy black hair and crystal blue eyes, his shirtless sweaty chest and back, and the scar on his lip,  make him the hottest on the team. Make him the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever seen. 

Trouble is what he is. At least that’s what everyone says about any of the Griffin kids. He’s nineteen, apparently he failed a year. But it wasn’t uncommon for most of the Griffin kids that had to come here to be a year older than most in their grade. Griffin High hasn’t been know for its outstanding academics. Hadn’t been known for anything at all really. 

I listen to Tadd bitch about Knox , all the fucking time. Whining to his dad over supper about the new guy who is “fucking up the vibe” on the team. Whining that he makes them look bad. When it’s clear to anyone with eyes that Knox Flynn has more talent in his finger than that entire team has put together. 

“Earth to Laneyyyyy, quit drooling over Tadd already!” Aubrey, one of my squad mates teases. 

“Look at the Griffin trash” a girl giggles. “He’s kinda hot”

“Ew Marie, Hes a Griffin!” another scoffs. 

“Who caaaaares, look at him! Yummm” Marie giggles. 

“Gross, you’d ruin your bloodline with THAT?” Taylor the girl who first scolded her asks. 

“I’m not trying to have a baby with him, but who knows , he could help me practice the act of making em’ “ she says and I roll my eyes and turn back to the squad and clap. 

“Alright enough, back to work!” I say and they laugh and get ready and into position to run the routine. I turn with my back to them again and get I position. My chest rising as I inhale deep, sucking in a breath as Knox locks eyes with me. 

Was he picturing me on my knees? Replaying what he saw? Did he think i was gross? Or did he like what he saw? Why did I care? Why did I WANT him to like what he saw? Why 

“5,6,7,8” I count as he drags a hand over his sweaty face still staring. 

I watch Harris Oakes nudge him and Knox looks to Harris who shakes his head and then he looks right back at me as he jogs to the back of the line for free throw practice. Maybe I imagine it , but there a very small tilt of his lips , right before her turns his back to me.