Flintrock High School, Kansas – Monday Afternoon, March 6, 1989
Jessie, Kendra, and Irene walked out of the high school towards the buses lined up in the parking lot. Guys and girls hung out in small groups and finished the day with animated talk as they waited for the last buzzer to signal to board. Jessie exaggerated her walk; her round shapely butt beckoned the eyes of both guys and girls in the clique she passed.
“Can’t stand those stuck-up rich bitches,” Kendra said. “Eating from the silver spoon, daddy’s girls.”
“Get your own sugar-daddy,” Jessie said with a smile. Irene inquisitively looked at her. “Wouldn’t you like one, too?” Jessie dressed provocatively of the three and proudly showed off her chest. “Where do you think these came from?”
Irene stared at her fully exposed cleavage. “You’ve got a boob job?”
“No, silly, my clothes. My sugar-daddy bought every thread including this sexy push-up bra.”
“Your boyfriend buys you underwear? How do you get him to spend so much?”
“Model it for him . . . ” Jessie looked at her with sultry eyes, “In the dressing room. It’s part of the game.”
“You’re kidding,” Kendra said.
Jessie looked around and noticed one of the rich girls glaring at her. “Let’s walk through the park, and I’ll tell you my secret.” Jessie coaxed with that same sultry smile. The three of them took the sidewalk leading around the building to the rear of the school where the dirt path cut to the park woods.
“Shortcut to the other side,” Jessie said, giggling as she ran ahead.
Irene questionably looked at Kendra.
“Let’s go!” Kendra said.
Jessie took them deeper into the woods to a small clearing secluded by the dense brush and bushy pine trees.
“I only have a few minutes,” Jessie said, opening her book bag and pulling out her plain clothes. “Mammie watches me like a hawk.”
“What are those?” Irene nodded at the long skirt and blouse.
“Hahaha. Mammie makes me dress in this crap. A puritan she is. Feel like the homely girl she wants me to be when I wear them. She’s a witch, ranting and raving that I’ll go to hell if I show some skin.”
“So what’s this game?” Kendra said.
Jessie pulled the snug top over her head revealing the sexy bra, her round breasts uplifted.
“Conquest.”
Kendra and Irene looked at each other as if to say, Do you know what she’s talking about?
“You model like this, and he can’t resist,” she said with her hands on her hips, purposely showing off what she meant. “He becomes putty in your hands.”
Irene looked astonished with buggy eyes staring at Jessie’s revealing bra. “No way. You take your shirt off in front of him?”
Jessie bent over slowly and grabbed her blouse, continuing the role-play. She buttoned it up to just below her bra; her cleavage clearly revealed. “And you say to him like this, ‘You like?’ ” as she rocked her hips.
“Rad!” Kendra said.
“Here’s how Conquest works.” Jessie unzipped her tight shorts and wiggled out of them, the blouse covering her butt and crouch. “Each of us chooses a guy that has a girlfriend. Challenge number one is to lure him to break up with his girl. Challenge number two is to keep his hands off you until he buys you something sexy, something he would love to see you in, something alluring. So, you suggest that both of you go shopping.”
Jessie bent over to fish the bloomer panties from her bag, one of her butt cheeks revealed. She slipped off her G-string and stepped into the panties. “Ugh! I hate these bloomers,” she said through gritted teeth as she tucked the small patch of cloth into her bag.
“Take him to the mall and pass by Victoria’s Secret. Watch him glance at the pics of the super-models, and say, ‘Hmmm, if I looked like her, you wouldn’t have to stare at a picture.’ ” She paused to make sure the girls were caught up in their imaginations. “He’ll probably get embarrassed, getting caught looking. So you say, ‘Come on, I’ll show you what I mean.’ ” Picking up the navy skirt, she stepped into it and tucked in her blouse.
“Yeah, right. Ever see a guy browsing through girl’s underwear. Weirdo.” Kendra said.
“Not weird if he’s with you. He’ll probably hold back, never been in a lingerie shop. So, you grab his hand, look him in the eye with an expectant look.” Jessie displayed the drama as if her guy was right there in front of her. “Do it for me,” she purred. Then she stopped her act and said with a jest, “It’s all part of the game, the lure and the snare. Bait him with his desire to see you naked.”
Irene looked at Jessie, dumbfounded by her provocative description as Kendra nodded with a grin. “You get ’em every time, don’t ya girl?”
“You conquer with your beauty . . . ” Jessie said as she affectionately graced her hand through Irene’s long, blonde hair. “And you, babe, are gorgeous. You just need to show it off.”
Jessie picked up her bag. “I’ve got to go, or the rod of God will whip my butt.” She looked from Irene to Kendra. “You two babes talk it over, but don’t let anyone know about the game or the rich bitches will kick our ass.”
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Copyright 2017 © Jeff Cambridge
Excerpt from PURSUIT, a novel by Jeff Cambridge, a writer of transformational fiction with characters that tell life-changing stories.
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