Flintrock High School,
Kansas – Tuesday Afternoon, March 7, 1989
Jessie scanned the school cafeteria with tray in
hand—a model exuding sensuality commanded ogling—the right curves, long and
slender legs, shapely calves elevated by stiletto heels. She had a point to
make today. Looking for a table, the hot brunette passed by groups of students
set off in their respective cliques—the geeks, the bland, the bookers, the rich
class, and the jocks. Jocks gave her the eye, and she could see them making
comments, each offering a word of fleshly description, their eyes transfixed.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught the stare of her next conquest,
pausing with her eyes as if to say, caught
you looking at me, then continued to scan ahead as if he made no
difference. She moved to the edge of the cafeteria where Kendra and Irene were
sitting alone and sat across from them with her back to the jocks.
“Bobby eyes were attached to your booty, babe.
You go girl!” Kendra said with a smile.
Jessie looked at Irene, “How about you? Wanna
catch the eye of one of the jocks?”
Irene sheepishly looked down. “Why would any of
them look at me like they do you?”
“It’s all in the game.” Jessie grinned. “Give ’em
something to gawk at and you’ve set the snare. It’s what they can’t see but
want to see that catches their eye, just enough skin for them to undress you
with their eyes.” She leaned forward to reveal more of her cleavage. “Like this.”
Irene looked up, her eyes landing on Jessie’s
boobs.
“Then you lean back, looking at him straight in
the eye with a smile that says, ‘Caught ya!’ ” Irene averted her gaze. “It’s
all part of the game of divide and conquer.” Jessie turned her head to the side
to look at the jocks out of the corner of her eye. “But first you gotta have a
guy who wants to hustle your buns, pussycat,” she said with that luring voice,
eyelids closing then opening slowly. She turned and looked Irene in the eye.
“You in?”
“Hmmm.” Irene’s eyes danced as she replayed the
scene of Jessie’s entrance to the cafeteria.
“Hmmm, okay, I’ll give it a try, but I’ll need your coaching . . . ”
Jessie smiled at her, her eyes dimming with the
devil inside and said in a voice not of her own, “And that, I will.”
“Have you picked your guy yet?" Jessie
asked Irene, who was staring out the cafeteria window.
Kendra wrote on a strip of paper, folded it, and
handed it to Jessie. “I’ve got mine,” Kendra said with raised eyebrows.
“And I’ve got mine,” Jessie said with a purr as
she looked at the muscular guy whose eyes were glued to her buns when she
walked by the jock table.
“I don’t know who to pick,” Irene whined.
“Don’t make it so hard, babe, just look across
the room and pick a guy that you know has a girlfriend. You’re not picking your
forever dude. Hell no. You’ll be dumping him before we graduate. This is a game
. . . a game of conquest,” Jessie said with a devilish look. “And, of course,
to get you some really cool and sexy clothes. Mmmm.” She put her hands around
her arms and hugged herself. “Just feel that satiny bra against your boobs,
feel your hot shorts rubbing your buns as you walk with nothing but a string
underneath. Mmmm.” She licked her lips for effect, and then glanced over to the
jock table to see that Bobby was looking right at her. “I’ve already set my snare.”
Irene scanned the jock table. Donny, the cute
one with the thick blonde hair and flashing blue eyes caught her attention. He was
a soccer player and had a natural, boyish handsome look, not the rough manly
features of Jessie’s pick, Bobby, the star fullback and highest scorer of every
football game. Donny looked like he might even have some brains. Irene looked
intrigued. Maybe she could score at this game. “Okay, Donny is my pick. He’s
got a wad, and his girl . . . sickening the way she hangs all over him.”
“That’s the ticket, babe, put some spunk in the
game,” Jessie said and followed with an impish laugh. “Okay girls, we’ve got
our guys. I’ve got Bobby.” She looked over her shoulder to catch his eye,
turned back giggling, and then glanced again at Bobby to make him think they
were talking about him. “Kendra has Tommy, and Irene is going to lay down
Donny.” She raised her hands for a high-five from both.
“Ohhh,
I’m so pumped for this! I’ve wanted to catch Tommy since I was a sophomore. He
sure blossomed after working out with the wrestling team. He’s a hunk.”
“Remember, Kendra, you dump him after the sex.
That’s the finale of the game. It strips him of any score that he’s laid
another girl. It’ll make him think he wasn’t good enough . . . or big enough.”
Jessie followed with her trademark sultry and devilish laugh. “It’s about
control, girl, so you can’t let yourself grow fond of him. You pull him close,
then push him away, pull him in closer, and then ignore him for a while. He’ll
be a puppet in your hands and will do anything to get closer to you . . . hehe
. . . literally . . . he’ll want it baaad! That’s when you do the shopping
trick.”
“So coach me on that, Queen Jessie.” Irene was warming
up to the fun of the game.
“Okay,
picture this. You’ve intimidated him to follow you into Victoria’s Secret. You
start with something low-key, like sexy T-shirts. You hold one up to your chest
pulling it tight around your boobs and say, ‘You like?’ with a smile and a look
in your eye that says, ‘Do you think this is too see-through?’ This’ll bait
him. He’ll say something like, ‘Sure baby, anything you want.’ So, you choose
several shirts and say, ‘I'll try on a few, and you tell me which one looks the
sexiest.’ Then move to the hot pants, this time, ask him to pick some out. Hold
one around your butt and stick it out just a bit, look over your shoulder and
say something like, “Does it ride high enough? I like just a little cheek to
show when I bend over.”
“Is this the point where his package starts to
show?” Kendra chuckled thinking of making her guy squirm.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” she said, admiring
her students quick learn. “When that happens you’ve got him hooked. The
testosterone is pumping, babe.”
“Okay, that’s the easy part,” Irene cut in.
“What about the bras and panties and getting him in the dressing room. That’s
over the top for me.”
“Yeah, I hear ya. I didn’t get this down the first
time. Remember, I’ve been doing this for a while. Done some fine-tuning. Oh
baby, what I’m describing here, really hums. Follow the steps, having fun all
the while, and baby, just laugh if you’re nervous. It’ll soothe his nerves,
too. Believe me, you’ll have a blast doing this.”
“Okay, okay! I can’t wait to hear how you reel
him in the dressing room,” Kendra said.
“Right. That takes a bit of warm up and timing.
But first you need to set the hook. Just like fishin’ girls. Ever been fishin’?
The fish can suck the worm right off the hook, so you’ve gotta have good timing
with your pull on the rod to set it.” Jessie put her index finger in her mouth
and pulled on her cheek. “Anything you want, baby!”
The girls laughed so hard that it drew the
attention of the jock table. Jessie used the opportunity to give Bobby another
glance as if to say, Yeah, we’re talkin’
about ya.
“Okay, listen up. Lunch period is almost over.
You take the shirts and hot pants that you’ve picked out and walk towards the
dressing room, but on the way, you pass the bras and do a double take as if one
has caught your eye. Say, ‘Ewww, this is sooo sexy! What do you think?’ Then pause, gazing into his
eyes with a sarcastic look like this . .
. and say, ‘Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know unless you saw it on me.’ Then
hold it around your boobs pushing them up and together, and say, ‘Well, this’ll
have to do.’ Jessie instructed with the
drama of doing it.
“Remember girls, pull him towards you, and then
push him away. His emotions will be like a yo-yo with you pulling the strings.
He probably won’t even touch the bras, so you’ll have to pick them out. So now
you have shirts, shorts, and bras, so you act like you’re done, but stop at the
G-string table and quickly say, ‘Oh! These match!’ and pick up several. Guys
don’t like hangin’ around the G-strings. Even the thought is too much
excitement. Ya know what I mean?”
The girls nodded quickly, wanting her to
continue to the finale.
“So you start with a T-shirt and shorts. He’ll
probably be too embarrassed to hang close to the dressing room doors. That’s
all right. You’ll be looking for your opportunity to reel him in. Use the room
with the wide door at the front, the one closest to the entrance. Ask him to
standby so you don’t have to go looking for him. Model the T-shirt and shorts
for him and show it off. Try on the next set. This time, look at yourself in
the big mirrors just inside the entrance. Then, ask him to come look.”
Jessie looked at them intently. “This is where
you have to watch for the right timing. The sales girl or another customer
can’t see you do this, and remember to have the door open. Here, you have to
play it by ear based on how the two of you have interacted so far, but this has
worked best for me. I sidle up to him and act like I’m going to whisper in his
ear. Instead, I take the tip of my tongue and flick the inside. Most of the
guys moan when I do this. He’ll be ready to melt.”
Jessie leaned forward. “Then whisper, ‘Bra and
G-string are next.’ ” Kendra and Irene’s gaze were glued on her as they waited
for the scene that would reel him in. “While you’re saying that, you’ve got his
belt loop in your finger, and you tug him in the dressing room. It just takes a
tug, girl. Don’t pull him on top of you. He just needs to know it’s okay.”
“Shit, it’s making me wet just thinkin’ about
it.” Kendra said.
“Okay, girls, back to reality. One last lesson.
Classic pull-push. All throughout lunch I’ve given Bobby the eye since he eyed
me when I made my entrance. When I walk by him to put up my tray, he’s gonna
want to eye me again, but I’m going to ignore him and stop to talk to Jimmy
sitting next to him. Just something short and sweet like, ‘Awesome pecs, Jimmy
boy. Dig that tight shirt.’ Then I’m going to bend over to his ear and whisper,
‘I thought Bobby had a girlfriend,’ then walk away before he can answer. It’ll
create such a stir!”
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Copyright 2017 © Jeff Cambridge
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PURSUIT, a novel by Jeff Cambridge, a writer of transformational fiction with
characters that tell life-changing stories.
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