Once upon a time.....
DuPont Manual High School was the number one public high school in Louisville, Kentucky. Carol and Jack did not want to send the kids to private schools. They wanted their kids to just be average, everyday kids. Did they want anything? No, but they grew up kind and as normal as a kid whose parents are worth billions could. Neither knew that when they turned twenty-one, they would also be worth billions.
Dean and his friends ruled the school. There wasn't one person who didn't know of them or their reputations. Dean made Varsity football his freshman year. That instantly made him a God; he was even chosen as captain his sophomore year. First time ever in DuPont history. Even the juniors and seniors had massive respect for him. His friends made Varsity their sophomore year. They were known as the Top 5. As in the top 5 choices, a girl would make if asked who they wanted to be with.
They had a strict code they abided by. If you want to call it that. They never forced a girl into anything. If they were told no, they would never try again. If she said stop, they stopped. This also meant that if the girl said no or said stop once, then none of them ever tried again.
They never shared girls. (Apart from someone who was with J.B., He would give them the down low beforehand. Kind of a performance review.) The girl had to be at least sixteen. That is the age of consent in the state of Kentucky. And they had to show proof of age. No proof, no way. Their word wasn't worth a damn.
They could never be in a committed relationship. If someone wanted to have an actual relationship, they had to leave the group and were never allowed back, even if they broke up with the girl. If someone did get a girlfriend, she was off limits even if they broke up.
The last thing was that Sarah was off-limits. No one, under any circumstances, was to make a move on his sister.
Dean was the leader. The boys called themselves the Corps like after the Marine Corps. They were respected by everyone, they always looked good in whatever they dressed in, and they knew their ranks within the group.
Dean had the rank of Master Sergeant. He was known for being full service apart from intercourse. All he asked was for a blowjob in return. If he couldn't make her come, then he didn't expect anything in return. Needless to say, he always got the blowjob.
Second in command was Enrique "Eric" Vasquez, a Master Gunnery Sergeant known as the Latin lover.
His specialty was eating pussy. It was his favorite thing to do. He would always inhale a girl's scent, from the hair on her head to the hair on her mound. He did prefer a clean shaven or a waxed one only because he was able to do a better job with no obstacles in his way.
Rumor had it that girls would wax or shave if they thought they had the slightest chance of being with him. If he didn't like the way she smelled, then she was denied. He was like Dean; he wanted oral in return.
When it came to Sarah, he was more lenient with the proximity rule. He and Eric got into a fight in eighth grade because Eric gave her a harmless kiss on her cheek. Dean broke his nose. He said he could be near his sister, but he would break his nose again if he ever touched her in a manner he didn't like. If he was about to overstep, Dean would give him a signal like a third base coach. He trusted Eric back then. They were once best friends.
Third in command was J.B. Marcus. He was a Sergeant Major. He collected V-cards like boys collected baseball cards. He was known to be slow and gentle. He enjoyed women. He had three rules besides the age restriction. One, they had to be virgins. Two, he never slept with the same girl twice. Three, he never slept with more than one girl on the same day.
He would say, I'm not a man whore. I provide a much-needed service. He once said he would never have a serious girlfriend; it wouldn't be fair because he wasn't going to stop collecting, and he didn't want to let all those tasty virgins down. All he wanted in return was their virginity. Dean wouldn't let Natalie come within ten feet of him.
Fourth in the ranks was Holden Paxton-Price. He was their First Sergeant. He was a pretty boy. His family had moved to Louisville when he was in seventh grade. His father had got a job working for Dean's parent's business, Stapleton Stables. He was blonde and seemed to have a year-round tan. His eyes were blue, and his frame was smaller than the others but firm as hell. People said Paxton-Price, twice as nice. He always made sure the girl came twice before he would finish. He had excellent self-control. He had practiced yoga and was able to channel that into his sex life. In return, he wanted an orgasm no matter how it was done. Dean wouldn't let Sarah within twenty feet of him.
Fifth in the ranks, but definitely not because he had no talent, was Mark Fazio. He was a Master Sergeant. Mark had magic fingers. It was said that he made a girl orgasm in forty-five seconds. Of course, he did other things, but if a girl just wanted to make out and have an intense fingering session in the backseat of a Mustang GT, you went to Mark. He only wanted a hand job in return. Mark also had the twenty-foot restriction.
When high school was over, the Corps disbanded. They all remained close friends. Eric went off to Tennessee on a rugby scholarship. J.B. went to UNLV on a football scholarship. Holden went to Case Western Reserve and became an Orthopedic surgeon. Cameron went to USC on a partial baseball scholarship. Dean went to Northwestern, where he played football for the Wildcats. He won the Heisman back-to-back in his Junior and Senior years. He received a master's in forensic accounting and then took a job with the F.B.I.
It was spring break. Dean and his friends were home from college. Dean and Sarah's parents were out of town for a week. They were in Texas for a business meeting and told Dean he could have a few friends over if he wanted, but the house better be immaculate when they got home, and in no way was Sarah to drink or be alone with any of his friends or acquaintances.
In fact, they asked her to just stay in her room. She could have Kelly and Alicia over for her own little party. Parents are naive sometimes.
The few friends turned into about sixty-five. Sarah did have Kelly and Alicia over, but they did not stay in her room. Nor did they remain sober. It was actually the first time any of them drank. And boy, did they get hammered.
Kelly had convinced her to change her clothes before they left the bedroom. She pulled out a light blue sequence dress and a pair of white Jimmy Choo's.
"I can't wear that," Sarah said.
"Oh, come on!" You're dressed like a college senior at a frat party," Alicia said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sarah asked.
Alicia pulled out her phone. She looked up a meme, college senior at frat party.
A meme came up of three girls all dolled up and a girl in sweatpants, sweatshirts, flip flops, and her hair in a messy knot on the top of her head at a frat party. It said College freshman versus College senior.
"See?" Alicia said.
"Okay, but that's my outfit from when I did Frozen the Musical. It's missing the parts that cover me up."
"Put the fucking dress on Elsa and sit down," Kelly said.
Sarah rolled her eyes. She stripped down to her bra and panties, which were baby blue and matched the dress.
"See its fate. Your lingerie matches the dress," Alicia said.
"Did you shave your legs today?" Kelly asked.
"I did yesterday."
"Good enough."
"I don't want anyone touching them anyway," Sarah snapped back.
"Get the dress on, and then we are doing hair and makeup," Alicia ordered.
She put the dress on. Her boobs had grown since the last time she had worn it. The crescents of her breasts showed at the top.
"Oh, Christ. I can't wear this. Dean is going to kill me if he sees me."
"He'll just have to deal. Besides, you have the goods on him. Your dad would ground him for a month if he knew he not only had like a hundred people here but that you were able to escape your room."
"Kelly, he's nineteen."
"Fine. Your dad will deny him use of his debit card for a month."
"Touche," Sarah said, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Alright, let's do something with this hair," Kelly said.
"And I will get the makeup," Alicia said.
About a half hour later, the music started to thump through the six-thousand square feet.
"Showtime," Kelly said.
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror.
"Holy shit, guys. You should open a salon when we graduate. I look..."
"Amazing. You are a beautiful girl, Sarah, but a little bit makes the best of you stand out."
She admired herself in the mirror. Alicia had done her makeup to look natural, yet there was an enormous difference. Kelly had pulled her long blonde hair in an updo. She looked like she was about to get married.
"Stunning. Come here," Alicia said, leading her over to the full-length mirror. Sarah put on heels, which gave her an extra two and a half inches.
"I feel so tall." She was now standing at four feet eleven and a half inches.
"You look so beautiful," Kelly said, standing behind her and looking in the mirror.
Sarah has never looked like she does now, except when she played Elsa on stage but she had so much makeup on that she didn't even look like herself, and she was covered with sheer blue fabric.
"You look hot. Now, let's go. I want to know what it feels like to get drunk," Alicia said.
"And I want to get enough liquid courage so I can go find J.B."
"Kelly. No."
"Sarah, yes. I have heard the stories. Plus, his motto is one and done. He has a pick of plenty of girls; I doubt he'll even pick me."
Sarah walked down the hall to the main area of the house. She was shaking. She could walk in heels, no problem she had to if she ever wanted to be further from the floor. She was nervous. Questions kept running through her head. What if Dean sees me and embarrasses me in front of everyone? What if the other girls make fun of me? What if I see Eric? Oh God.
She had a crush on Eric since she first met him. He was the only friend Dean let near her, which he completely regretted later in life.
Her crush started when she had to sit on his lap when there was no room for her in her brother's car. Cameron offered, and so did Holden, but he would only let her sit on Eric. She was fifteen. Eric had his arm around her waist since there was no seatbelt for her. He said, don't worry. I will keep you safe. Her heart thumped hard against her chest the entire ride. She had never been so happy. Dean had stopped short, and Eric threw another arm around her, which caused him to grab her breast on accident. Sarah thought that if she died at that moment, she would be happy.
She could see the headline: Kids killed in an accident, the girl found with a smile on her face.
She turned to face him. Her lips were only inches from his. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him. He wanted to kiss her, but they knew with her brother looking in the rearview mirror, it was never going to happen. They locked their eyes.
"Thanks, Eric," she whispered.
He looked at her with desire in his eyes. "Anytime," he whispered back.
"You can let go of me now."
"What if I don't want to?"
"I wouldn't be angry with you for it."
They unconsciously leaned into each other.
Dean looked in the mirror. "Wow, thank God no one died. It would be a shame if someone died today."
Eric met his eyes in the mirror. Sarah saw the fear invade his expression. He pulled back abruptly.
She turned her head and faced forward, and Eric started talking to Cameron about basketball... and Eric hated basketball.