Over at the high school, Ryan was having a problem. Actually, several problems. He was conferring with a couple of members of his gang. The fact that he was having to confer with them well before the game began was a bad sign in and of itself, because he'd already been suspended for "attitude issues" by the coach, which meant he was benched for this game. The team was coming apart at the seams due to the infighting instigated by Heather. The coach, Coach Stevens, didn't know exactly what was going on, but he strongly suspected that Ryan had a hand in the trouble. Ryan would be allowed to suit up and sit on the bench with his teammates, but he wouldn't be allowed to play. Several other "bad apples" had been benched for the game as well.
But that was small potatoes compared to the rumors Ryan was now hearing from Steve and Jerome, two members of his gang. They'd just told him that two other members of his gang had dropped out and now wanted to have nothing to do with him.
"Fuckin' fags," Ryan griped. "Pussies. Did they give any reasons?"
"No," Steve said. "But talking to some of the other guys just now, I've heard some rumors. It seems like Heather made a ton of phone calls last night. Sorta turned things upside down. Nobody's really saying anything specific, but that must have something to do with it. I mean, yesterday was Thanksgiving. Why would anybody be talking to anybody on Thanksgiving?"
"Good question," Ryan acknowledged. "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but that bitch must be behind it. I'm sure you guys heard the rumors that she's been all... weird about that twerp Alan lately. Maybe he's been fucking her and he turned her. So she's trying to put the squeeze on us."
"Shit," Jerome moaned. "If that's true, we're totally screwed. You know how Heather is. She's a fuckin' insatiable hottie in the sack, make no mistake, but she's also a fuckin' power hungry bitch and everybody fears her."
"Well, I don't fear her," Ryan said with bravado. "For one thing, she's just a girl. She does get her way a lot with her hot bod and sex appeal, but basically she's just another dumb blonde bitch. We'll deal with her soon enough. But this just goes to show why we've got to deal with Alan. He's fucking up everything."
"You got that right."
Just then, another member of Ryan's gang came up to where the others were meeting. They were sitting on empty bleachers, far from anyone else. "Hey dudes, sorry I'm late. But you wouldn't believe what happened."
"What, Greg?"
"My fuckin' skank ho girlfriend. Been arguin' with Melody for a fuckin' hour. Turns out she got a call from Heather last night. Bitch queen of the school Heather. I practically had to beg Melody not to dump me! Heather's all over her ass like white on rice. She seems to think that if she doesn't dump me, her life is gonna be a living hell."
"So did she dump you?" Jerome asked.
"You kidding me? Melody can't live without 'Three-Legged Greg'." He made some lewd thrusting motions with his hips and the others all laughed.
Except for Ryan. He was grim. "That confirms it. Heather's trying to destroy us, just because she thinks Alan's got a big cock. Or whatever. I don't know what the fuck that nerd is doing, but it's gotta stop. Now he's trying to take our girlfriends away, using Heather to do it. Are we gonna just sit here and let him win? Are we gonna let him fuck us over? A total loser who just happens to have a big dick?"
"Well no, obviously," Steve said. "Duh. But what about Heather? The guy's just a sorry-assed weakling with next to no friends at all. But Heather's got a lot of power."
"I know she does," Ryan replied. "But now the game is on. She's declared war. Either we lie down and get fucked in the ass, or we fight. I say we fight. I've got some ideas already how to deal with her. But first we gotta take care of Alan. I don't know how he does it, but he's got her under his spell. Crush him, and she'll come to her senses. Then we'll have our trophy cheerleader to fuck again."
Steve smirked. "Well, we've already got him taken care of." He was referring to the plan they'd agreed to that was designed to leave Alan battered and humiliated.
Ryan was lost in thought. He liked the plan they had. He'd put a lot of effort into it and he was sure it would work. The only problem was that he couldn't just set it in motion with a snap of his fingers. Certain conditions needed to be in place first and it would take days, if not a week or more, to get everything to fall in place. He realized with Heather declaring war on them already that he simply didn't have that kind of time. He needed to act quickly.
He said, "As much as I'm all for that plan, we need a new plan. I'm not afraid of Heather, but I'm not going to underestimate her either. We need to strike and strike now. Today. This is nothing less than all-out war. But look at us. All we're up against is a couple of pussies. Taking care of them should be a piece of cake. All we need to do is figure out a clever way of doing it so we don't get caught."
"So what do we do?" Greg asked.
"I dunno. Give me a couple of minutes to think about it," Ryan replied.
Ryan knew that he faced serious problems. It really was all-out war, now. Before, he mostly wanted to take out Alan as a favor to his good friend Rock. But now it was a matter of social survival, and getting revenge was just a nice bonus. He could see that all their lives would soon be a living hell if Heather kept doing what she was doing.
He figured it was basically a matter of male muscle vs. female social manipulation. He thought, I've been watching Heather, and listening to the grapevine. I can't shake the feeling that she really does feel something for Alan. God knows why. I thought she was a heartless bitch, but if she loves him, that should make my job easy. We'll just hit him hard - literally - and show her that he can't escape our justice. He needs a serious comeuppance in any case, for what he did to Rock. Then we'll tell her to call off her harpies or we'll hit him even harder. Problem solved.
The only snag is the when and where. I know that Christine bitch has been acting like she's his bodyguard. That just shows how easy this will be - a girl for a bodyguard. What a laugh! But it shows that he's not totally stupid. He'll probably take some basic precautions coming and going to the game, and of course I'll be on the bench all during the game. Rock's not even allowed to come onto school grounds. But if we don't do something at the game, then when? Who the fuck knows where he'll be the rest of this four-day vacation? He'll probably spend the whole fuckin' weekend jacking off playing video games.
No, I've gotta do something during the game. At least try. By Monday, we all could be screwed by Heather, if she pulls out all the stops. But how? I gotta think outside the box. Use the element of surprise somehow...
Not long after that, every single person who attended the meeting at the Pestridge house arrived at the high school. The Pestridges and Plummers traveled together in Susan's minivan, followed by the others in the various cars that they'd used to get to the meeting, traveling together almost as a procession. Sean met them at the school.
This was not the time for hanky-panky. As Christine constantly reminded everybody, they needed to stay on their toes. Most of the women had changed into casual clothes since the meeting. Christine, for instance, wore clothes selected to give her easy freedom of movement in case there was a fight. Katherine and Amy had changed into their bright red cheerleading outfits so they wouldn't have to change in the locker room. Only Susan and Suzanne still wore their formal outfits from before.
After parking the cars, they walked through the school in a pack with Alan, Katherine, and Amy in the center. The school was nearly deserted since only the cheerleaders and football players were supposed to show up early. Everyone in the group was aware that this was a prime opportunity for some kind of ambush.
But they made it to the girls' locker room without incident. In fact, they didn't even see anybody else. They were met at the door by Janice, Joy, and Kim, who'd been somewhat clued in to the security issues involved.
Janice waved hi at the group and joked to Alan, "Whoa, Alan, you're like Mike Tyson or Eddie Murphy now. You've got a serious entourage. Where's the paparazzi?"
"I wish," he replied with a grim smile. "Does everybody know everybody here?" He made a few introductions, since Susan and Suzanne had never been formally introduced to Janice and Joy. Kim remembered well her time at the Plummer house, and couldn't stop blushing as she tried, and mostly failed, to avoid staring at Susan and Suzanne's big racks.
Amy, Heather, and Katherine went inside the locker room with the rest of the cheerleaders while everyone else waited just outside.
But the cheerleaders weren't gone for long. Soon, the newly enlarged group made its way to the football field. The cheerleaders broke off, going to a patch of grass and began doing warm up stretches. The rest migrated to the stands, and sat together near the front rows. They were the only ones there so far. The cheerleaders were in easy view right in front of them and less than thirty yards away, in case anything happened.
Christine sat on one side of Alan, while Suzanne sat on the other with Susan on Suzanne's other side (Susan would have sat next to Alan except that it was agreed beforehand that it wasn't wise to put her within arm's reach of his crotch). Sean and Simone sat one row behind them all. Simone was busy explaining to Sean the things he'd missed from the meeting.
Alan looked down onto the field and watched the cheerleaders doing their warm-ups. Damn! I keep saying "damn," but it's so true. I've fucked the entire squad. I could have any of them I want at any time. Not only that, but even now they know I'm sitting here and I think they're being extra provocative, just for me. At a casual glance they're just exercising, but they're really flaunting what they've got to full effect. Look at Janice, trying to cop a feel from Joy, as usual. Kinda sad, actually. And Heather. She's having a little exercise-gasm down there. Damn, she's competitive. And those black painted-on panties they keep flashing my way. DAMN! Shit, I'm getting another boner. I hope Christine doesn't notice.