TALES OF SULTRY HIGH s1e1 - I Can't Hold Back (Zoe Michaels & Luk73)

[Zoe Michaels]

"Good evening" a beautiful woman says as the camera fades in to her sitting behind a desk, smiling ambitiously. "You can call me The Narrator. Let us take a journey together through the pages of my little black book!" She pulls a black book from a drawer and sits it on the desk top."My journey is full of wonderful, sultry stories involving the students of Hefner Creek High School. Tonight, we will take a look at the first of many adventures these lewd adolescents have embarked on." She flips through the pages of her book for a moment and finally stops as a smile grows. "Here we go! A beautiful young cheerleader named Lacy was desired by all who roamed these halls, except for one. They say opposites attract but these mixed like oil and water, until I got involved of course!" The Narrator giggles as she picks up a coffee cup and takes a sip. "Sweet little Lacy had to go and slap her Prince Charming, and they ended up here in my office. Oh, I could see the sexual tension between the two right away, so I decided to give them a little push right into Cupid's arrow. Let's pick up there, for the first of many Tales From Sultry High!" The camera image fades from The Narrator.

Camera fades in looking out the main entrance of Hefner High School as Lacy Lennon enters wearing tight Holy jeans, her hair pulled in a tight pony tail with red, white and blue ribbon. On her face was a fake tattoo of the school's logo. For a shirt, she wore a white football jersey with Patriots wrote in red, trimmed in blue with a large number thirteen on it. She makes her way through the hallway, bookbag hanging off her shoulder. Banners and signs hang everywhere promoting the football team as she pushes through the crowd of students to her locker, opening the combination lock then stuffing her bookbag into it.

Her best friend Riley walks to the locker beside her, dressed similarly as Lacy but wearing jersey number twenty three, and giggles. Lacy rolls her eyes and looks at Riley. "What is it?"

"Just you in Davy's jersey" Riley chuckles.

"Oh shut up" Lacy says irritated. "Miss Anne is making me wear it since I slapped him Wednesday."

"Calm down fire crotch" Riley teases. "I'm just saying it looks good on you!" Riley pulled a book from her locker before looking up the hallway. "Speaking of Davy!" Lacy glances in the direction Riley is looking.

The song Can't Hold Back by Survivor (starting at the 1:12 moment of song) plays as David walks toward them, mingling with a few of their fellow students as he makes his way toward them, acting as if he was the king of the school. He wears his red football jersey with the number thirteen on it.

The music cuts as focus goes back to Riley and Lacy. Riley looks starry eyed and in love while Lacy seems disgusted. Lacy turns to see her friend, rolls her eyes and says "Riley, you're drooling."

 

[Luk73]

David walks calmly down the hall, making eye contact and smiling at just the right people. He knew that he had pretty much everyone in the school, including the teachers, in the palm of his hand. A simply smile here or wink there would get him exactly what he wanted. And he loved it. He could do no wrong, especially as he kept winning the school their football championships.

As he walked he gave a wink to some giddy, yet hot, sophomore girls who melted at his recognition. Then he came to the place where Lacy and Riley were standing. He could tell Riley was mesmerized. Though he liked the idea that he could fuck the hot little cheerleader in a second, the idea of provoking her head cheerleader, Lacy, was much more appealing. And just like usual, Lacy was ignoring him like the plague.

“Hey Lace” he said as he used his pet name for her, the one he knew she hated. “And hey cutie” he said to Riley, seeing what type of reaction he’d get out of her. Facing back to Lacy again he started down his normal routine of poking at her. “I have to say, Lace, my number looks damn good on you. It’s about time you’ve given in and bought into the hype. If you like, I’ll even sign it for you? I’m sure Miss Anne would be all for that idea.” He smirked at the fiery hot cheerleader.