Cindy came back wearing a lovely blue dress which showed off her excellent figure without being blatant about it. She was perfectly though not ostentatiously made up, and she looked as pretty as ever. Cindy’s father had been engaging Chad in a friendly discussion about football to pass the time, while her brother had gone off about his own business. Now Chad stood up, hoping that his hard-on had diminished enough not to be obtrusive. Cindy’s father showed them out the door, cautioning Chad to have his daughter back by one o’clock. Chad promised he would.
Neither of them said a word until they were in Chad’s car and he had started the engine. Then Cindy turned to him. “Listen,” she said fiercely. “If you tell anybody about this, I’ll kill you. You understand? You say one word to anyone–ever–I swear I’ll get back at you, I swear it!”
Chad blinked. “Okay,” he said. He was still staggering mentally under the impact of the scene he had witnessed. He hadn’t thought about telling anyone. He hadn’t really thought about anything. “Okay, I won’t.” They did not speak again until he was turning into the school parking lot. Then Cindy turned to him again. “I mean it, Chad, okay? You can’t tell anybody about–what you saw. It was just–it was something that–that’s nobody else’s businesss, okay? So just keep your mouth shut. All right, Chad? Promise me.”
There was something subtly different about her manner this time, less threatening, more anxious. But her tone was still snotty, and even condescending, being an Asian woman, who thinks she is the most prized race of females on the planet. Chad did not answer immediately as he searched for a parking spot. He was thinking that he wished she would be nicer to him. After all, she was asking him for a favor, even though the way she put it sounded more like a demand. But still …
He found a spot and turned the car in, then turned off the engine. “Hey, Cindy?” he said.
“I’m not gonna tell anybody, okay? I mean, I told you that, right? But listen–don’t you think–I mean, especially since you want me to keep my mouth shut and all–don’t you think you could be…like…kind of nicer to me, instead of–you know…”
In the dim light from the parking lot lamps her face suddenly hardened, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?” she demanded.
He shrugged. “I just mean I think you should be nice to me,” he said simply.
Cindy’s body stiffened. Her voice, when it came, was a cold, harsh whisper that startled him almost as much as her words. “You filthy fucking white son of a bitch! All you white guys are the fucking same.” she said.
He looked at her in surprise. “What?”
“You think you can blackmail me?” she went on. “You think I’ll go down for you like I did for them, just so you won’t spread that around? You think you can have me that easily? Is that what you think, you little feeble-minded white trash dweeb?”
He was so astonished that it took him a minute to absorb what she was saying. She thought he wanted to blackmail her for sex! For a moment the idea stirred something in him, making his mouth dry. But no. It was obvious that that wouldn’t work. Besides, it had been so far from his mind that he couldn’t even consider it seriously.
“Hey!” he said, shaking his head. “Hey, no–wait a minute–Jesus, Cindy, I don’t–that’s not what I’m talking about. Come on! Listen, all I meant–I just mean, you know, you always, well, you’re always so snobbish, you know? When you–when you talk to me, it’s like I’m a bug or something. Especially in front of everybody, it’s–well, it’s embarrassing, you know? Now you–you’re so–I mean, I thought maybe you didn’t know what it was like to be embarrassed, but–but now–well, I guess you do. Okay, I’m not going to embarrass you more by telling people what you don’t want me to tell them, but I just thought–you know, we’re on this date here and all, and I just thought instead of treating me like crap, you might just act a little nicer, that’s all. Like maybe you really wanted to be out with me. Like maybe I wasn’t such a terrible guy. Such a loser. That’s all I meant. You know?”
Cindy looked at him in silence for what seemed like a long time. “Okay,” she said finally. “Let me get this straight. You’re saying if I don’t put you down in front of the other kids–if I play up to you tonight, and act all lovey-dovey and make believe you’re like some cool stud and all–then you’re giving me your word you’ll forget about what happened at my house, and you’ll never say a word about it. Is that what you’re saying?”
Of course that wasn’t what he was saying at all, really. For one thing, he still hadn’t meant to threaten her with telling; he hadn’t been trying to make a bargain. For another, he hadn’t wanted it to be an act–he had wanted her to be genuinely nice to him, to look at him as though he were a person, not an inferior object. But he knew in his heart that this was the best he was going to get, and he decided he would be a fool if he didn’t settle for that.
“Well, yeah,” he said, shrugging. “Something like that, anyway.”
Cindy nodded slowly. “Okay, Chad,” she said. “You got a deal. Let’s go.”
And she opened the car door and got out, heading for the school building. Chad hastily locked the car and followed her. As they entered the gym, where the dance was in progress, Cindy took his hand. She smiled brilliantly as they came through the door, and she turned to him to include him in her smile. Chad felt overwhelmed. He knew that a lot of eyes would be watching as the pretty and popular Asian girl Cindy Cohn made her entrance, with Chad, the nerdy white loser, and she was already playing her part, showing him off as her escort. She continued to hold his hand as they moved slowly through the crowd, greeting friends and stopping to chat briefly here and there. Many people seemed surprised to see her with Chad, especially displaying such apparent intimacy, but no one said anything. Now they were approaching a group of Cindy’s closest friends: Rachel Harris, Melanie Bryan, Norma Veney, Sallie Jussel, Armina Banks–the reigning clique of adopted Asian daughters, the most popular girls in the school. All of them, Chad saw, were looking at him in more or less obvious disbelief. Some of them were openly staring. Melanie Bryan didn’t bother to stifle a giggle as they approached.
Cindy’s smile never wavered. “Hi, guys,” she greeted them. “Chad, you know everybody, right?” To his astonishment, she released his hand to snuggle closer to his side and slip her arm around his waist. “Chad’s my guy for tonight,” she said brightly. Most of the girls looked as startled as he suspected he did. Cindy turned to him then, smiled into his eyes and said in a soft, intimate voice, “Dance with me, honey, okay?”
“Sure,” he managed, and a moment later they were on the dance floor, though he could barely hear the music over the pounding of his heart. Cindy moved close to him, taking his hand, he was moving somehow. She was still smiling up at him. “How am I doing?” she whispered. “Fine,” he said. It came out as a croak, and he had to swallow before he could continue. “Fine, Cindy. You’re doing just fine. Great.” She laughed softly, as though he had said something really amusing, and then as the music segued into a slow ballad, she moved even closer to him, her body melting into his.
He was dancing automatically, still not sure of the beat but instinctively following her movements. He could feel the soft swaying of her body, the pressure of her breasts pushing into his chest, the movement of her thighs against his. Her head was against his shoulder, and he felt her warm breath on his neck. His own breathing was rapid, and he could feel his cock getting hard. He couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Cindy felt it too. He heard her low, soft laugh again. She didn’t move away; if anything, she pressed herself more firmly against the hardness. But she whispered in his ear, “Remember this is all make-believe, Chad. Okay?”
He nodded. Of course it was. It was all an act, and she still thought him a white dweeb and a nerdy loser. Afterwards she would probably giggle with her girlfriends, explaining to them what a great act she put on, what a sucker he was. Though of course she wouldn’t tell them why. And he suddenly remembered her as he had seen her earlier that evening, on her knees, naked, crawling, sucking her step father’s white cock. Being whipped. Screaming. Sucking her step brother’s cock. Sobbing.
He was almost panting now, his cock was throbbing as it rubbed against Cindy’s body. And Cindy was laughing, saying, “Hey, you don’t want to come right here on the dance floor, do you, Chad? We better sit down for a while.”
He could barely walk, and his erection embarrassed him. As they came off the dance floor he excused himself to go to the men’s room. There he shut himself in a booth and jerked off. He thought of Cindy, of course. Naked and sucking and sobbing. It didn’t take long. The rest of the evening was a blur. Cindy continued to act as though she was really attracted to him, and he could see that a lot of people were changing their opinion of him, setting him higher in their estimation, simply because he had the stamp of Cindy Cohn’s approval. His whole life at school could well change because of this evening. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He danced with Cindy some more, and at one point had to jerk off again. He also danced with some other girls, including several of Cindy’s special friends. It was funny to see them sizing him up, trying to see what had sparked Cindy’s sudden interest. Again, he supposed they, at least, would learn the truth soon enough. Or part of the truth.
They left the dance about twelve-thirty. Outside her house, Cindy bid him goodnight. “I’d ask you in,” she said, half-jokingly, “but I think my father has plans for me.” Chad thought he heard a note of real fear under the joking tone. Surprisingly, it thrilled him. Then she said, “Well, I kept my part of the deal, didn’t I, Chad?”
“Yes, you did, Cindy,” he said. “You surely did.”
“And you’ll keep yours, right?”
“I will,” he said. “I promise.”
He really meant it too. But he didn’t count on Jenna Wang.