As she began reading statistics, memos and other normally gripping information, however, Marge could simply not pay attention.
Suddenly it was all just boring statistics.
Going to the kitchen, she found that she had left four bottles of beer out from the night before.
She took these to the couch and while plopping down, clicked the television which was showing the evening news, and somebody was commenting on the fight that she had won in the garage below, and how this bizarre and inexplicable battlefield was so totally unlike any gangland activity ever before experienced.
The strangest part, they pointed out, was that they all belonged to one gang, meaning that any rival gang members must have gotten away before the police arrived.
The apartment's security system was reported to be out of order at the time, and no witnesses have yet to have come forth.
She was tired of this and clicked the channel, briefly passing a love scene from a movie, rapidly clicking past this to a sports report, but this too was not working.
“Nothing is working!” she groaned to herself.
As she emptied the warm bottle of beer, she stared at it for a while, until images she had seen on a porn site of a woman with a beer bottle in her vagina flashed into her mind.
She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the image, but the more she tried to resist it, the more pervasive that warm, smooth, rounded bottle neck seemed to appeal to her.
“Its funny...” she pondered to herself, “Never even...doing that...to myself before...” opening her eyes, and the voice of Jacqueline coming back, asking that stupidly simple question again, “About sex?” in that open, unashamed and innocent manner, just making her abdomen flutter.
“Uhhh!” she exclaimed, as the sensation was totally new to her. Not even when Julie was fondling her breasts here on this very couch had she felt like this!
The wetness of her lower half was thick and she could even smell her own odor now.
“God I stink...” she mumbled.
“Like sex?” came Jacqueline's voice in her mind all of a sudden.
“Yeah,” she groaned, “like sex.” she threw her head back again and rubbed her face with both hands, pulling them down, looking around the room as if something had just occurred to her for the first time, “I'm really going to do this, huh.” she said to herself.
“Marge,” she sighed, “You're an eighteen year old virgin. You need to save your self for marriage.”
Then she countered with, “But its only masturbation...” and she looked at the bottle some more, “And its not like I'm cheating anyhow, its just a bottle...”
She pulled up her skirt nervously, realizing that not only were her panties in the way, but so too was the soaked sanitary napkin, “What a mess.” she groaned.
Slowly getting up off the couch, she carefully unhooked the top of her skirt on the side and un-zipped it.
She let it fall, then she slowly pulled down her french cut black silk panties, allowing the sanitary napkin to tumble out on the floor.
The skirt she could step out of without removing her boots, but the panties would not get past the massive platform bases which elevated her to a stunning six feet eight inches.
“Damn these boots,” she grumbled, “Not like my slick ones...” she sighed, bending over until the panties were all the way to her ankles, then she gingerly lowered herself back to the couch, so as to not topple over, having her feet so closely together, and laying back on the cool leather surface, feeling her own wetness interact with the cool smooth black leather.
Spreading her legs, she reached for the empty beer bottle, turning it around in her hands, pondering, before slowly lowering it to her vaginal entrance.
As she let the room temperature hollow glass neck come in contact with her out labia, and it was comparatively cold, and even though it only applied gentle pressure, it seemed somehow just hard.
She closed her eyes and tried to push it in, but when she felt internal resistance, she remembered that nobody had broken her hymen, and a terrifying image of a big black man in her bedroom in Toledo Ohio came flooding back to her, making her hurl the bottle away.
“Oh god!” she gasped, remembering the terrible memory, “Oh god.” she breathed heavily, looking around her, now surely out of the mood, and yet her heart was still pounding from before.
“I'll purge you, Mr. Black Man,” she determined, “I'll purge your memory with the memory of my beautiful Bunny!” she declared into the empty room with a sudden wave of tears coming from her eyes, “Bunny, my beautiful beautiful Bunny, I really and truly do love you...”
As she lay her head back, tears flowing, she intentionally imagined her and Jacqueline naked in a bed of white flowers in a certain Ohio farm field she used to run and play in when she was a little girl, the sun shining down on them brightly, but nobody for miles to see them.
There she imagined she lay on a quilted picnic blanket, a basket of fruit half eaten, wine and glasses laying beside them, only the last circles of wine drying in the sunlight as the glass glittered.
The breeze was blowing, and the tall daisies were waving all around them as Jacqueline's long lovely black hair cascaded all over her medium sized breasts and her thumb sized nipples ached with the existed sensations of the cool wind and the tickling strands of hair as the wind drew them across her like a bow being drawn across the strings of her heart.
As the shorter, wider beauty gazed softly with her super wide, dark brown almond eyes, her full blood red lips with her snow white teeth, her body was rising and falling with the motion somewhere below, and her immense breasts were sliding up and down along her abdomen as she held herself up on her short slender arms, breathing slowly and deliberately with each push of her thick thighs.
Even as the tears streamed down, Margaret wondered, “Could this be what heaven is like?”
The sensations stirring up in her, she imagined hearing Jacqueline breathing heavier and heavier, her face becoming blush as the blood flow increased, her mouth opening with each stroke, that gentle, feathery breath passing in and out almost like the very whisper of the loving breeze around them.
Finally, her imaginary Bunny began to push with deeper, firmer strokes, pushing with everything she had, pushing her small, finger sized member up inside her, gasping in ecstasy.
When her orgasm hit, she moaned deeply, doubling over in a convulsion, feeling a rush of fluids escaping her from some place, spilling over the edge of the couch down both of her long black thigh high boots, making a soft pattering sound in the thick pile carpet.
As she flung herself back hard against the back of the leather couch with a slapping sound, her back arched and hair flopped out over the back and she lay there heaving and gasping.
“Oh God, Bunny...!” she moaned, “Look what you DO to me!”
Episode 15
“The Price of Indiscretion”
Janice had not missed a step and had located a venue with an opening more than thrilled to receive their act as the headliner.
“Bleeding Cyanide,” Margaret said to the girls at lunch, in a hushed tone for emphasis, “will be making its first ever headlining gig!”
“For real?” Jacqueline squeaked, “Wow! Headlining a show? That is just too awesome!”
Unfortunately, since basically everybody in the school was in the cafeteria at this time of day, the place was filled with eavesdroppers, but this news made the entire cafeteria just freeze.
The room was so quiet you could hear people breathing.
Jacqueline suddenly realized what had happened and said, “They're all staring, aren't they?
Ep 15, Chapter 2
The band adjourned to the parking lot to get away from the crowd, seeing as it would be more than just a little too obvious if people got near enough to hear.
“Okay.” Margaret said, sitting against her Corvette, writing a note in her note pad and passing it around, “There's the venue, the deal i
s pretty much done except for the vote, and since we're all here for a change, lets just take a vote.” Jacqueline was wrapped tightly around her waist purring softly, seeming as if she were paying no attention whatsoever.
“I'm in.” Julie smile.
“Me to -” Rachel and Tammy chorused, then stopped then giggled.
“In.” Lily smiled.
“Bunny?” Marge asked.
Jacqueline just purred and made a mischievous sound half way between a chuckle and a giggle while burying her face in Marge's chest.
“I think that's a 'yes'.” Julie said and they all chuckled.
“Come on then,” Marge gripped Jacqueline's shoulder from the side in a half hug, half shake, “Lets get back inside.”
Jacqueline moaned plainfully, “Noooooooo...I wanna stay right herrrrrrrrrrrre-uh.”
The older girls all laughed as they turned and walked back to their classes.
Ep 15, Chapter 3
That night, Anna had said nothing as they came in, as she usually did, except her usual “clean up for dinner you two!” as they scurried up the stairs and closed the door.
“It feels so weird you know,” Marge said,, looking at the big screen holoprojector, “Knowing we're being watched...”
“It doesn't bother me any,” Jacqueline replied wistfully, “I'm just glad you're here with me.”
“Well,” Marge said, “Lets get our homework done then.
“Ummm...okay.” Bunny smiled cheerfully.
Ep 15, Chapter 4
When the girls came downstairs to dinner, to their dismay, Yan and Yui were already sitting at the table.
Jacqueline had heard them come in, but they had not said why they were home, so the girls came down pensively, peering around the corner.
As they came in the room and sat down quietly, all three adults seemed to not be looking until they actually came to a complete rest in their seats.
“I see from your looks,” Yan's shrill voice calmly said, “You know something is up.”
They just sat there not answering, so he continued.
“Rather than go through the whole routine of you acting dumb,” he pulled a photo out from off of his lap beneath the table and laid it on the table between them.
Margaret actually gasped.
Jacqueline had to pick the photo up and put it in her face before she finally made a moaning sound.
It was her burying her face in Margret’s chest in the parking lot and it had a caption: “Teenage Idols Margaret Cooper and mystery band mate/lover 'Motor-boating' in high school parking lot in broad daylight.”
“Your antics are going to severely shame this family's pristine name young lady,” Yui said to Jacqueline, “I'm only surprised they did not actually name you here in this photo, because it came to me in my e-mail, meaning that one, they intended to blackmail this family and 2, they already know who you are, to know who I am.”
“I bet I know exactly who is behind it.” Jacqueline replied coming to the sudden realization of who it was.
“Youuuuure right!” Margaret suddenly followed suit.
“Well knowing who did this will not keep it out of the newspapers!” Yan slapped the table sharply, making both fo them flinch.
“Yes sir,” and “Yes papa,” came at the same time from the two girls almost like a duet.
Then, unexpectedly, his fine featured, bucktoothed face frowned slightly, making him look more like an angry shrew and he leaned forward and quietly asked, “Umm....who?”
Ep 15, Chapter 5
Margaret recounted all the times somebody had been spying on Jacqueline immediately following the first bullying incident when she had stepped in and made the whole scene with the guards.
The Governor's wife, Mrs. Bodenheimer had made some rather unmistakable threats, and made it known that she was watching the school, and Jacqueline specifically.
“Ahhhh....” Yan rubbed his narrow chin with his fine boned fingers, “I see...” nodding slightly, a soft yet sly smile crossing his face.
But then the smile disappeared as he remembered the second half of the topic which was the larger hurdle.
“That may all be true,” he said, “but it brings up a distinctively different subject we have yet to address young ladies,” therein addressing both of them, “The caption indicates that YOU Jacqueline are somehow listed as 'the mysterious new band member'...” turning to Margaret, “Care to explain this?” with a slight pause for emphasis, “Either of you?”
“Well,” Margaret began, heart sinking to her feet and her stomach trying to come out her mouth, “We uhhh...”
“We didn't do anything wrong!” Jacqueline suddenly squeaked wrapping her hands over her head in a peculiarly childish manner she had done since she became cognizant when she was perplexed, angry, frustrated or felt things were unfair.
“You went out and you did something we did not permit you to do.” he said in a frustrated tone, pressing his thin hands to his hollowed temples, “You give me so much fright and grief!”
“You never said I was forbidden from singing!” she protested in an equally shrill voice.
“Ohhhh...” he groaned weakly, “What am I to do with you?” shaking his head slowly side to side.
“She was never in harm's way, no laws were broken, and we got home safely before curfew sir,” Margaret replied in a calm level tone, not very loud, but not without a sense of strength, “When one loves another person,” she pointed out, “One does not do anything which would intentionally permit that person to be harmed.”
“But the family name!” he protested weakly, as if about to cry, “We have reputation!” he said in slightly broken English.
“How is this band going to affect your reputation sir?” Margaret asked, again in a calm, low, even tone.
“People in this industry expect honesty, integrity, and moral fortitude.” Yan replied
“With this band and its image, for this family, you are a bad recipe for much trouble.”Yui said, “We do not need trouble.”
Margaret buried her face into her hands, and Jacqueline leaned over, putting her arm around her waist and leaning her head on her arm with a very sad expression.
“Look,” Margaret slowly raised her head, “I do not sing about immoral things, I do not use drugs, I don't even smoke.” she put her arm around Jacqueline, “I don't disrespect your daughter, I don't even drive like a fool...exception being, as you know, to save your daughter's life.”
“We know that Margaret,” Yui said while raising both of her open palms, elbows on the table, shaking them back and forth in an expression of desperation and exasperation, “But your IMAGE is that of a sukeban.”
“I'm sorry ma'am,” she began.
“It means trouble maker.” Jacqueline mumbled, “Like a female gang leader or rebel warrior woman.”
“Oh.” she paused, almost looking pleased with the meaning, but then seeing the intently displeased eyes of the two parents in front of her she quickly stifled the idea, not wishing to give the wrong impression, “But I'm NOT a trouble maker,” she pleaded, “otherwise, why would I have cared to step into a fight that had absolutely nothing to do with me?”
Taking a drink to wet her dry mouth, she proceeded, “I mean I don't run in a gang, Anna has seen where I live, how I live even, and my life is hounded almost every minute of the day by the press now,” she tried to make her case.
“But that in its self is a problem.” Yan replied, “You ARE followed by the press. And then so too,” he had to also wet his dry mouth with tea, swallowing and continuing, “is our daughter.”
“I don't mind,” Jacqueline 'just had to' chime in.
“Well of COURSE you don't mind -” Yui began to berate her in a patronizing manner.
“Because I'm an idiot mama?” Jacqueline asked, “Because I'm too much of a simpleton to know the complexities of social life and the upper echelon of wealthy and influential society?”
Yui gasped, eyes wide with shock, Yan looked sideways,
and yet then for some reason Yui could not believe, made a gentle lowering gesture with his right hand toward her.
“Well, I am.” Jacqueline finished, “I am a simpleton,” she announced, “And its about time you finally come to grips with it mama,” she pursued with some little bit of anger, “And no matter what you think or what you say, its not going to get any better. I am never going to be up to this ideal task of running this vast and overwhelming company you two have helped Ojichan and O bachan build.”
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