If you had told Sky that she would be eating Chinese take out food with Jesse, a week before her leaving for Paris, she would’ve probably denied it, heavily and walked away from you. However, here she was, eating Chinese food, with Jesse and actually enjoying herself. “So,” She started to say before she took a sip of her drink and placed it onto the coaster on the table. “Let me get this straight, you were apart of Vocal Adrenaline, that hated Mckinley, but now, you’ve been working at McKinley as their show choir director? Did I get that right? Or did I miss a lot of steps a while ago?” She carefully took a bite out of her Chinese food and wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin that was in her lap.
Shelby curled the ends of her hair, and looked into the mirror again, at her reflection - she had to look perfect. Everything had to be perfect. She needed everything to be perfect tonight. She wanted this to work out with Jesse- they were similar, both perfectionists. Both of them would be hurt if this relationship was to end on a bad note. After leaving instructions to Tina, who was babysitting Beth for the night, Shelby headed out to Philips. She arrived at twenty-five past six - never hurt to be a little early. As she sat, waiting for Jesse’s arrival, she reminisced the memories they shared. Rehearsals in Vocal Adrenaline, performances, invitationals, winning Nationals...all happy memories. She avoided the sad ones. She folded her hands, keeping a look out for Jesse.
NOTES: Rachel and Jesse met to catch up over dinner.
Rachel peered out of the window of the cab -- an expense she normally wouldn’t splurge on even with the income her work as a dubbing artist had granted her, but a necessary one if she was to make her meeting with Jesse on time -- and considered telling the driver to turn around for the millionth time.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see Jesse, she did; the man was practically her brother in law and was definitely her best friend... at least after everything that had happened with her former significant others... and that was part of the reason she’d been debating with herself until the last moment whether or not to call off their dinner date and why she had to take a cab in order to get there on time.
Because of what had happened with Sam.
If you’d told her even a few months ago that she’d have feelings for Sam Evans every bit as strong as her feelings for Quinn she, well... she’d have had her doubts; perhaps not enough to dismiss the idea outright but enough to second guess the speaker.
Of course, a few months ago she also would have thought that if Sam or Quinn ever left her, it would be to be with each other which only went to show how poor her abilities as a prognosticator were. A fact driven home quite painfully Thursday evening.
But it wasn’t just what happened with Sam that had left Rachel of two minds about meeting with Jesse as planned, it was what she’d done as a result it. At least that’s what she told herself when self doubt and second guessing started to creep into her thoughts. Half of her has talk to someone about it, if only to tell her whether or not she was making a mistake and half of her wasn’t suer she could bear the judgement she’d get if it turned out she was.
Because a part of her wanted to do it, even if that night had never happened, even if Sam hadn’t... if she hadn’t seen... if Blaine and Jesse had made it home first, a part of her wanted to do it
And there was a certain thrill to the idea that Rachel couldn’t deny, but that wasn’t the reason for wanting to. A part of her felt she had to. To prove she could, or maybe to prove she couldn’t; as if that final deciding moment in the recording booth would help her define who she was anymore... or redefine it.
Because she wasn’t the same girl that had come to New York, the same girl that had looked to her future and seen not just a life on broadway but a life with more than just broadway in it. A life with family, a home with the people she loved and who loved her back.
Now... now that future was empty. Broken like so many promises made in tender moments, faded into empty air like so many ‘I love you’s from whispered lips both before and after they’ed brushed together.
Even keeping Blaine and Jesse in her life seemed less certain now. Now that even thinking about their apartment reminded her of-
“Miss, we’re here.”
“Oh.” Rachel said, noticing for the first time the actual view out the window she’d been staring through for the last several minutes. “Yes, thank you. How much is it?”
A few moments of digging through her purse and slipping the cash through the security flap in the plexiglass sheet that divided passenger from driver and a heartbeat of hesitation later, Rachel found herself on the side walk, repeating what she’d told herself back at her dorm room.
She’d lost too much already to loose any more of her family... and she really needed someone to talk to. Even if she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear what might be said.
Location: The Indoor Pool, Dalton Institute Campus
Notes: Jesse orders Sam to join him for a nighttime swim.
Warnings: None yet!
Sam had been hard at work putting the finishing touches on a paper for one of her classes when Jesse had called upon her. As crude as the request might've read, she couldn't fight the smile that grew on her face upon reading it. The Dom had an insatiable appetite, and for the time being, Samantha was perfectly content with sating it. Just as she'd been with her Master, she was being used again. Given a purpose rather than left to sit idly by waiting for someone to call upon her. The night prior was spent on her back on several different surfaces around the campus, with Jesse fucking her until she couldn't see straight, and even that very morning she had a slight limp to her step. Her Master had been the same way.
Tonight was yet another chance to play. This time in the pool, and whatever Jesse had on his mind for their playtime had Samantha already dampening between her legs in anticipation. The trek to the pool was a bit more treacherous than she'd liked, maneuvering through the immense piles of snow to reach the building without succumbing to the cold before arriving. She'd opted to go completely naked beneath her coat and snow pants. She was the jaybird, after all, and a jaybird had no use for clothes, and neither did Master Jesse St. James. Every article was another second wasted.
Letting herself into the facility, she made her way toward the locker rooms, and discarded her outerwear in the first available locker she could find. Checking herself in the mirror one last time, Samantha was satisfied in how her body would look when she presented it to Jesse for their nightly playtime. Still a few remnants of his mouth and grip on her breasts from the night before, and her cunt was already glistening with wet, steadily leaking down her inner thigh. Teasing her thick chocolate locks one last time, Samantha padded out onto the pool deck, looking out for the handsome Dom.
Jesse's reflection stared back at him through the mirror. His eyes were met with a taut jaw, tense shoulders, and eyes alive with anxiety. This was it. He was finally going to meet Vienna's grandparents, successfully taking the next step in their relationship. He was thrilled at the prospect, but the present underlying fear of rejection still ran mercilessly through his veins. A nudge to the back of his knee caused him to tear his eyes from the mirror, to glance down to the Husky that grappled for his attention. "Not now, bud." He murmured, patting his head halfheartedly. With a grunt, the annoyed puppy huffed out of the bedroom to pad down the hallway. Jesse rolled his eyes, his gaze turning back to the mirror. Surprisingly, Jesse found his fingers still and steady as he did up the buttons on his shirt. He frowned as the shirt grew tighter as the buttons slid into the holes. Jesse had definitely grown a bit bigger since high school. If he had his way, he'd go in his usual attire, but he wanted to make an impression on Vienna's family that he had yet to meet. His stomach trembled with trepidation at the thought, but he was relatively confident about the situation. With Vienna's encouragement, he could go to the moon if he wanted to.
Once his shirt was secure, he searched the wardrobe for a tie. He shook his head slightly from the amount of clothes Vienna had in comparison to his. Floral dresses and flimsy fabrics whipped his face as his hands rushed through the hangers, his actions growing hurried as time pressed on. "Babe?" Jesse called from the bedroom. "Do you know where my tie is? The one with the stripes?" He left the wardrobe to bend beneath the bed, coming up useless as his eyes scoured nothing but abandoned socks. "I can't find it anywhere." With a noise of frustration he continued his search through the room as he opened up the drawers of the dresser, slamming each one shut as his results came up fruitless. Jesse thought he was fairly okay with everything, but his frustration over the lost tie was a result of his increasing anxiety as he began to grow desperate. He wanted the approval of her grandparents, badly. Jesse needed to make the right impression, for if he had the family on his side, then things would finally be set in stone for them as a couple. To Jesse, it just felt like this was just one small step that would lead them to their larger future. And the thought made his nerves increase by a tenfold.
It was probably the worst idea, drinking with Jesse since when they're together, it always spells trouble. The last time they hang out, they got into this big trouble where they ended up getting a run in with the cops, which they ended up in a dirty cell that smells like piss and smoke as what Jesse would describe it. "If there's one thing you'll do, what is it? Even if it's illegal or it's stupid, you know, what do you want to do?" She managed to say, lounging on the sand, pushing the hair off her face. It was a stupid question but then again, who cares right? They're getting shitface drunk and they won't probably remember what they're even talking about.
"You know what I want, I want to be a designer, but of course, I won't be able to do that since my parents want me to be lawyer," She muttered, more to herself than to Jesse, she just needs to let that shit out of her system, she made this deal with her parents about getting into law school in exchange of keeping Potato, it was a great idea, since she knew that she won't be able to be a designer anyways, that's why she decided to make the deal. "How about you, Jes? Come on, tell me, yeah? I would be really quiet about it?" She laughed, her finger on her lips as a sign of secrecy between them or whatever.
Sebastian had been looking forward to their night all day. Maybe it was the 99.9999% chance of getting laid, or maybe it was because it was because he would get to hang out with Jesse. It had been a while since they had properly went out and did something together, so that was exciting. It was also exciting in the fact that he had no idea what would happen, or who he would end up going home with. It was the not knowing that really got him excited. He loved the unexpected, spontaneity of the whole thing. That was half the fun of it. And the other half, well... it was something his grandmother would probably faint at the very thought of.
He got ready fairly quickly, easily taming his hair and putting on a plain white t-shirt and dark jeans. He felt as though he really didn't have to dress up for any of these occasions. He didn't have to dress to impress anyone. With just a swivel of his hips, his signature smirk, and a shirt that fit his body way too well, he would have men across the world weak at the knees, and he knew that today wouldn't be an exception. After checking in the mirror one last time, he grabbed the essentials (keys, phone, wallet, condom) and headed out the door, making his way down to Downtown Disney to meet Jesse.
LOCATION - McKinley High School - Girls Locker Room (AU)
TIMEFRAME - AU
NOTES - Rachel's a Cheerio, Jesse's a nerd, and somebody gets their playtime interrupted. OC/NPC
Rachel hummed softly as her eyes scanned the pages of the fashion magazine she was idly flipping through with one hand, not really paying attention to the articles or even the images, though the occasional chuckle did slip free in response to a price tag every now and then. The majority of her focus -- despite all appearance to the contrary -- was on the half naked girl beside her. The one moaning and whimpering as her sweat beaded body jerked and twitched. The one controlled by her other hand.
| Jennifer | "Please Ra-" A strangled grunt locked her throat.
Rachel waggled the pointer finger of her upheld hand accompanied by a small shake of her head. Another grunt filled the air followed by a ragged gasp for breath as the girl, Jennifer, was given the freedom to speak again.
| Jennifer | “Please C-Captain B-Berry. I-I'm sorry. I've learned m-my lesson. P-p-please let me stop?"
Rachel ran the tip of her tongue over her upper teeth before finally looking up from the magazine at the struggling cheerleader. Her cheerleader. Just like every other cheerleader on the squad belonged to her. Her own private Harem. Just without the sex. Not that she wasn't tempted now and again but it was so much more fun this way; when the only one getting pleasure was her. "You blew the routine. If that had happened outside of practice it would have damaged the cheerio's reputation. You would have failed every single one of us."
Rachel emphasized the last several words with disappointment, her Siren voice lacing guilt around the other girl like barbed wire. She pulled her hand a little higher, Jennifer's body stiffened in its pose -- arms extended from her side, back arched, head upright, toes crushed against the cold ground. A pained gasp filling her lungs.
Rachel got to her feet and stood in front of the other cheerleader. "And I do not accept failure." She started to slowly walk around the other girl, her fingertips lightly trailing over the exposed skin of Jennifer's midsection. "Now, when I'm convinced that you're worthy of that uniform," She waved in the direction of the discarded cheerio outfit, the removal of which was the first thing she'd instructed the girl to do once they were alone, leaving her in sports bra and panties, "then you can stop."
| Jennifer | "Please?" The girl whimpered. Every muscle in her body long since stressed past her limits. Where it not for Rachel's Mesmer abilities holding her in place she'd have collapsed hours ago.
Rachel replied by making the girl stretch her body even further, the other girl's cries of pain bringing a smirk to her lips.
Jesse walked down the hall, clutching curling his hands tightly around the straps of his backpack and pulling his arms in close around his chest. Blending in, taking up as little space as possible, that was the best way for him to get through the day. Even if there was no one in the halls right now because it was after hours and the only people here were athletes on the field and the five glee club members, he'd learned this stance back in elementary school and it was instinct by now. He passed by the entrances to the locker rooms, that for some sick reason were just tiny corridors with several bends instead of actual doors. He was about to turn the corner toward the parking lot, but just then he heard a scream.
Jesse turned back cautiously, inching toward the way to the girl's locker room. As he ventured further inside, he heard the desperate, frightened whimpers and cries of some girl and the cold, sinister unmistakable voice of Rachel Berry. Coming around the the end of a row of lockers, he saw Rachel literally holding up a nearly-naked girl like a marionette. He had heard rumours that Rachel was a mesmer, but he didn't want to believe someone so pretty would ever be something so dark. He gasped and instinctively backed up. His legs ran up against a changing bench and he fell backward to the ground, his head slamming against the metal and causing a terrible raucous.
Rachel licked her lips, drawing a languid circle around Jennifer's navel with the tip of her finger just to feel the other teen's muscles twitch in protest. "On the upside," she purred, "I think another hour or two should do it."
| Jennifer | cried out again, this time pleading for mercy. They always did, some faster than others.
Rachel had learned how to draw those sessions out, to delay the moment when they finally broke as long as possible. It made her victory all the sweeter. Jennifer had made it a good twenty minutes past her usual. Not that the girl remembered. They never did. She made sure of that. But what they didn't remember... Her lips curled further and her hand flexed, readying itself to push the girl's boundaries further when a loud clatter stole her attention. Jennifer fell to the ground in a boneless, exhausted heap as Rachel spun towards the sound. "Who's there? Show yourself... Or I'll be forced to do that for you."
Jesse panicked and quickly tried to scramble to hit feet with frightened, audible breaths. His messy mop head curls were falling into his eyes and bothering his eyes, but he was too disoriented to think to swipe them away. "P-Please," he whimpered, "I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything! I'll just go and... I-I'm sorry!"
Rachel's brow wrinkled as she tried to place the vaguely familiar voice but even before she did she was moving towards the speaker. "You aren't going anywhere." She snapped before slipping her voice into honeyed tones. "Not until we talk first...Jason, isn't it?"
Jesse started to quickly flee the room, but at the stopped at the sound of Rachel's sweet voice. What are you doing! he yelled in his mind. Get out of here! She doesn't like you! She's Rachel Berry, how could she ever like you? She doesn't even know your name! GET OUT! "J-Jesse..." he corrected and turned around. "Please, I don't want to cause any trouble."
Rachel smiled at him as she closed the distance between them, stepping around the worn, panting form of Jennifer as if she was little more than a dropped towel. "That's what I meant, Jesse." She slipped her arm across his shoulder, her fingers toying with the curls where his hair met his neck. "And I'm sure you don't... which is why you're going to tell me what you saw." She stepped around front as she spoke, her eyes showing no hint of the grin on her lips. Her finger twirled around a lock of his hair, pulled it lightly, and kept the pressure going as she stared into his eyes. "You want to tell me what you saw, don't you... Jesse."
Jesse's heart beat faster as she came closer. Wincing when she pulled his baby hairs, he told her what he thought she wanted to hear. "Nothing... I didn't see anything."
Rachel gently shook her head, a soft series of "tsk"s slipping past her still curled lips. "Jesse," she released the lock of hair, her fingers fanning out behind him, palm down, "that was the wrong answer." Her smile finally reached her eyes and she leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek. "Thank you." She pulled her hand back into his view as she turned once more to Jennifer, the latter giving a whimper as her body was pulled back to its feet in time to a wave from Rachel's other hand. "And now we all get to play. Won't that be fun, Jenny?" She turned back to Jesse and mimed a pair of walking legs with her other hand, a motion Jesse found himself mirroring as he walked towards the two girls.
Jesse's eyes shifted back and forth, searching for some way to get out, but before he could do anything, he felt his body moving. He could hear the sinews of his muscles fighting against themselves. It was the most grotesque, disturbing, straining sound that echoed through his body that was no longer under his control. "N-No! Please! I-I won't tell anyone anything! Please, Rachel!"
Rachel pouted at Jesse, Jennifer's body turning to face his in as unnatural a fashion as his own movements. "You hurt me, Jesse. Here I am, offering to play a little game with you and my friend here and you're acting like you don't want to play with us." Jesse came to a stop as Rachel's fingers stilled. "One little game, Jesse. You can even tell all your friends how you played with a pair of cheerleaders in the locker room. I bet that would score you some points with the jocks. Wouldn't you like that?" Her hand tilted back and forth, Jesse's head nodding in time with the gesture. "Good. And I'll do one better... if you play nice, I'll let you take Jenny home." She flexed her other hand and Jennifer's body bent backward sharply, the only thing saving her head from hitting the concrete floor a last second thrust of her arms backwards to hold her up. "I think she'd like it if you took her home, Jesse. Don't you?"
Jesse stared in horror as Rachel played with them like literal dolls, directing them exactly as she pleased. He couldn't do anything to fight her. He could barely even breath with the impossibly tight grip she had on his body. Every word he tried to sob was choked back in his throat. He had heard so many rumours of how horrible Rachel Berry was, and all these years he'd firmly refused to believe in them. She was so beautiful and talented and perfect, and he thought that anyone like that couldn't possibly be completely evil. But now, with every forced step, he was seeing first hand how true those rumours really were. "Please... Ra-" was all he could choke out.
Rachel turned her head back from Jennifer, who aside from tears dripping down, or rather up, her face was silent... if not by her own choice. "Do you know what I'm giving you, Jesse? I'm giving you a change to play with the popular kids. To be one of my very special friends."
| Jennifer | whimpered as her back bent a little more.
Rachel's smile faded slightly. "And you're refusing me. I don't like to be refused, Jesse..." His body tightened, his arms pressing against his sides as everything below his neck froze up. Rachel moved behind him, her arms resting on his shoulders, her hands just visible to his eyes. "Now be a good boy and tell me how much you want to play with us."
Jesse could feel tears building up behind his eyes. "This-..." His mind raced with all the horrible things she could do to him, all the horrible things she could make him do. "...wrong-" The terror is Jennifer's eyes tore into Jesse's soul and tears to mirror hers began to flow down his cheeks.
Rachel sighs. "It's only wrong if you don't enjoy it." She says as she walks over to Jennifer who, with a flick of Rachel's hand, snaps upright, a scream strangled off inside her throat. "Now Jenny here, she likes it... don't you Jenny." Rachel leaned in, her lips brushing against the other girl's ear as she spoke, her hand stroking the skin of Jennifer's stomach as she hummed for the other girl. Jenny's eyes glassed over as a smile pulled at her lips. "See," Rachel said, turning back to Jesse" She loves our playtime. She walked back to Jesse and leaned in conspiratorially. "In fact, she said in a stage whisper, "I think she might enjoy it a little too much... if you get my meaning." She looked back over her shoulder. "Don't you Jenny. Our playtime makes you very... excited." Her voice carried a new harmonic along with her words and Jenny's hands started to caress her own body as Rachel turned back to Jesse. "But every time we play she goes home unsatisfied. Which is a shame because she's a very pretty girl. Don't you think, Jesse?"
Jesse cried out in a sob as he see's the girl touch herself. Despite the smile on her lips Jesse can see the fear in her eyes. But even that fades away at Rachel's words and suddenly Jennifer stops fighting. Somehow Rachel was controlling more than her body. Jesse wouldn't let that happen to him, so he swallowed his cries and nodded roughly. "Y-Yes... Rachel. S-S-Sham... shame."
Rachel grinned at him. "See, was that so hard? Speaking of hard... if you want her, you can have her." Rachel pressed the hand that had been controlling Jennifer against his chest. "And I promise she'll love every minute of it. No matter what you want her to do." Her hand started to trail down his chest. "She's very flexible. And all you need to do, Jesse, is tell me you want to play." Her hand stopped just above the waistband of his pants. Behind her, Jennifer moaned. "Do you want to play with her, Jesse?"
Jesse would've shivered at Rachel's touch if he could, but there was one thing he couldn't help -- his dick. He couldn't be sure if she were so twisted that she was forcing him to get an erection or if, despite how terrifying this entire situation was, he was reacting to the fantasy he'd kept secret for years. Either way, he couldn't answer her. A broken sob burst out of his mouth, but he kept himself from shaking his head.
Rachel pouted. "That doesn't sound like a yes. What's the problem Jesse, don't you like her? Isn't she pretty enough for you? Or do you have a girlfriend and you don't want to cheat on her. It's okay Jesse, I can make her want this too. All your fantasies made true and they'll thank you for it." She curled one finger inside his waistband as she studied his face. "Or is it that she's not the one you're fantasizing about?" She leaned in again, her eyes never leaving his. "Is that is, Jesse. Is there someone else you want?" Her other fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants and the hooked finger pressed down on his zipper, causing it to drop an inch. "Because you're enjoying this." Her eyes dipped down for a heartbeat before returning to his. "Or at least a part of you is." Her smirk grew. "Is it me, Jesse? Am I who you want to play with? Or do you just like being controlled." Strange harmonics again slipped into her voice as she continued. "Tell me the truth Jesse."
Jesse looked into her eyes as she touched him, his own wet and glossy as a lump formed in his throat. His mind suddenly grew hazy and all he wanted to do was be completely honest. "It's always been you, Rachel," he heard himself say. A moment later his mind was clear again. "Please..." He wasn't sure for what he was begging; freedom, or release.
Rachel Rachel turned back to Jennifer, leaving Jesse's plea unanswered as she lifted her free hand, once again assuming control over the other cheerleader. "Stop that Jenny, you're teasing our friend" She chastised the other girl, Jennifer's eyes were slowly regaining their focus before filling with fresh fear. Rachel turned back to Jesse and with a twist of her hand, Jennifer dropped to the floor, her limbs moving in jerks as she crawled across the floor until she was kneeling by Rachel's side. Rachel pulled her other hand away from Jesse, issuing him a short but firm "Stay" as she started to run her fingers almost tenderly through the other girl's hair. "Do you love me Jesse? Am I your one and only?" she asked, her head tilted slightly to one side, her lips still curled in a darkly playful grin.
Jesse's lips quivered as he watched Rachel torture her fellow cheerleader, but it wasn't long before she turned back to him. He tentatively shook his head, fearing that a lie would only do more damage. "B-But I... w-want you to be..."
Rachel arched her eyebrows. "To be... what? Taller? Blonder? Better dressed?" She glanced down at Jennifer. "Less dressed? Use your words, Jesse. Tell me what you want and if you ask nicely enough I might just give it to you."
Jesse wanted to curl into a ball. The phrase 'be careful what you wish for' never meant anything until now. "Mine." He'd wanted to be with Rachel since the first day he stepping into McKinley and he heard her laugh in passing. He wanted her to notice him, to see him. No one else did, and if anyone was going to, he wanted it to be her. "I-I wanted you t-to be mi-mine...
Rachel expression remained unchanged for several seconds before her features twisted into a mix of amusement, curiosity and delight. "And what, my dear, sweet, Jesse... would you give for that to happen?"
Jesse choked through his tears. "Anything but this..." This was too much and was so wrong. He couldn't do this, not to himself, not to Jennifer. He swallowed, somehow finding a last vestige of courage and his voice dropped. "You're a monster." And with that he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for her to strike him down.
Rachel's eye narrowed briefly, a flicker before she fixed Jesse with a wounded pout. "Rude. And here I thought you said you liked me. I guess you were lying to me... You really shouldn't lie to me, Jesse. Isn't that right, Jen-jen." Without looking at the girl kneeling at her feet, she released her grip on Jennifer both physical and fae, and the other girl slumped in place, her eyes darting nervously up at Rachel before turning to Jesse, unable to hold their gaze on the teen age boy long before dropping to the floor. "N-No Miss Berry. He shouldn't" With a grin, Rachel pulled the other girl back into position, hands behind her back, back straight, knees slightly parted and with Jennifer's weight focused on her toes. "And do you think I'm a monster, Jenny?" She asked, letting her fingers once again tease through the cheerleaders hair.
| Jennifer | replied, "...No Miss Berry..." her voice barely audible though its tremble was crystal clear. Rachel's smile grew. "See. I'm not a monster. Jenny loves our playtimes. I make sure she always walks away with a smile."
Jesse mutters more in a tiny voice. "That's because you've trained her like a dog. She's afraid to speak against you because you've tortured her, just like you're torturing me. Just kill me and get it over with..."
Rachel's smile thinned. "Torturing? What torture. I've been nothing but nice to you. You're the one barging into the girl's locker room and did I scream or threaten to report you to the principal? No. I invited you to stay, I offered to make your fantasies come true. I even offered you my very own self. And all you've done is insult me." She shook her head sadly as she started to circle Jesse again. "No wonder you have no friends." She stopped behind him, grinning at Jennifer over his shoulder. "I will give you the training though... We're cheerleaders, trainings what we do. Especially when we can't get through a routine without fucking up. Jenny had to learn her lesson..." She leaned in, her fingers behind his back wriggling, making him drop to his own knees until he mirrored Jennifer's position. "Maybe it's time you learned yours."
Jesse let himself be controlled. There was no point in fighting it anymore. Either she killed him or she didn't. What did it matter? He couldn't control his own mind, let alone his own body, and it didn't matter what he said because she'd do what she wanted anyway. There was nothing he could do to stop her. So he just let the tears he couldn't keep back drip from his chin as he knelt in front of the poor girl also caught in Rachel's web. The met eyes for a brief moment and he realized, for once he was her equal. Him, a loser, a nobody, a ghost, was currently the equal of this poor, frightened cheerleader who normally would've crushed him like a fly. If they survived this, maybe he'd finally have someone to talk to...
Rachel leaned over Jesse -- her dark brown hair, pulled into a tight ponytail, pulled by gravity to give her the appearance of a tail sticking out from behind her head -- and blocked his view of the other girl. "But how to teach you your lesson, hmm? I could make you pick what I do to Jenny, or maybe I can let her pick what I should do to you. Maybe I should make you her pet. Her own private nerd to do her homework and carry her books and fuck with however she wants. And I could make her want to, Jesse. I could make her the monster you think I am."
Rachel walked around in front of him, straddling one of his legs as she lowered herself to whisper in his ear,her hips lightly rocking her uniform clad sex against his thigh as she pressed her chest against his. "And I could make you want it, crave it. I could make you her happy little pain slut and you'd never know the difference." She pulled her head back and looked over her shoulder at Jennifer with an almost disappointed look on her face. "They never do."
Rachel turned back to him. "Or maybe I could make you get hard every time you see the lunch-lady. Or Principal Figgins. Or make you blow off your homework for the chance to blow some jocks, ruin your gpa along with your innocence." Her lips pursed together in thought before she gave a little shake of her head. "But I do like your innocence. It makes playing with you so much more fun." She rested her elbows on his shoulders, her hands playing with his hair as she considered her options while her body still moved gently against his. "What do you think Jesse?"
Jesse gulped roughly as Rachel brought herself on top of him. Just a few layers of cheap fabric were separating him from her. Despite how he was quivering with abject terror, he still felt himself get hard against her her thigh. He cursed himself for getting aroused at the horrible witch, not understanding that it was a physiological reaction and arguably had nothing to do with the fear coursing through his veins or the past fantasies shattering in his mind. He finally surrendered. "I don't care. Do what you want."
Rachel ran the tip of her tongue along the crowns of her upper teeth as she continued to study him, her features neutral as her dark eyes stared into his. After several moments she gave a little huff and got back to her feet. "It's no fun if you just give in like that."
Rachel She turned her back to him and focused on Jennifer instead. An unnecessary "Stand Up" left her lips as she pulled the still whimpering girl up with a gesture. "You will go take a shower, get dressed, and go home. The moment you turn away from us you will forget everything that's happened since practice ended... except for how badly you fucked up and how very, very much you don't want to ever fuck up like that again." Rachel instructed, that special harmonic wrapped around her voice once more. She reached out to stop Jennifer from turning away so she could add "And as for all the pain your poor little body is in..." She glanced back over her shoulder at Jesse then turned back to the other cheerleader, "That's from screwing your boyfriend last night and that's why you couldn't get the routine right today so as part of your penance you won't let him, or any other boy, touch you. Now go."
Rachel turned back to Jesse and ran her eyes from the obvious bulge stressing he pants up to his eyes. "And as for you... You will forget everything from the moment you entered this room, you will have no memory of what you saw or heard here, you will go back home and continue living in your warm little bubble with your silly little crush and continue to live your humdrum little life exactly the way you always have."
Rachel leaned down, one finger tilting his head back by pressing against the underside of his chin. Slowly she brought their faces closer, her eyes closing at the last second just as their lips brushed together and held the feather light caress for several seconds before matching their lips firmly together. "Not bad." She said as she pulled away. "Too bad you won't remember it." She stood up then released her hold over his body. Her lips curled into a smirk. She stepped over him and made her way to the exit. "Maybe next time. Now go, before I change my mind and let you see just how much of a monster I can be."
