6TAD Chapter 1091: Small Chapter! (Patreon)

Silver Tier:

William Osborne

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Danial Haxton, Tangents, JustGotHit, Killstroyer, VoidStar, WendigosArk, Jester Smash

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By the time Heather and Simone approached the classroom door, Christine was on her feet.

As they drew near, Christine eyed them, and particularly  their chests, with great alarm. Katherine's words that Alan was only  interested in girls who had chests with E-cups or larger was very much  on her mind. She felt secure that she'd safely passed the bar with her  own 38Fs - perhaps this was the first time she didn't regret having such  endowments - but she could also tell that both Simone and Heather  reached Alan's minimum standards, which very few other girls in the  school did. If one added in the other basic requirements Katherine  mentioned of having a fit body and pretty face, Simone and Heather were  in an elite school group that could be counted on two hands at the most  (and that number would have been cut in half had it not been for all the  girls from rich families who had boob jobs).

The judgmental "Ice Queen" thought, I know for a fact that  Alan is having sex with these two wanton hussies. He told me himself  that he's having sex with Heather, and I overheard Simone say she was  having sex with him too. But how can that be? He has better taste than  that. Tell me it isn't so! She was terribly distressed both that he  would have sex with girls with reputations like theirs, and equally  distressed that they were so beautiful. Competing with such a  combination of beauty and willing sexuality was daunting.

Christine had given up all pretense of just happening to be  there, and from her body language it was clear that she was guarding the  door to Glory's classroom.

Simone knew that Heather and Christine had hated each other  pretty much ever since they'd first met, and certainly long before Alan  was a factor. They were opposites in many ways and too similar in others  (for instance, their quick tempers). However, Simone had more of a  reputation of getting along with everyone, and besides, she and  Christine had made a connection of sorts at the sex shop recently. So  she tried to at least mediate between the two fiery blondes.

"Hello, Christine. Nice to finally talk to you face to face."

"The same, Simone," Christine replied, but the brittle  frostiness in her eyes and in her voice told a different story. Her arms  were crossed beneath her heavy breasts in a defiant gesture, which  uncharacteristically emphasized the intimidating dimensions of her  expansive bosom. At a time like this with Heather and Simone standing  side by side, Christine was thinking much more about how Simone was  Heather's best friend than she was about how Simone had helped her at  the sex shop.

Simone continued, in a pleasant and casual voice, "We're looking for Alan. Do you know if he's in there?"

"What's it to you?" Christine coolly asked in a precise and  measured tone. She felt very protective of Alan, wanting to keep him  from these women. Even as she stood there she was mentally cursing them  as "hussies" and "tramps," the kind of bad influence that she was sure  he would want no part of. She continued to stare at their chests more  than their faces, and with increasing alarm.

Heather understood Simone's attempts to mediate, but she  didn't have much patience for it. She barked at Christine, "Get out of  my way, you prissy Miss Manners. Since when did you become Alan's guard  dog? WE have some very important business to attend to here!" Her arm  shot forward.

At first Christine was tempted to use her martial arts  training to grab Heather's arm in a way that would control her. She knew  she could dominate Heather physically and longed to do it. But she had  not sensed a direct attack impulse from Heather, despite Heather's  obvious ill will toward her. She realized that Heather's arm would miss  her, and the "important business" comment made her pause.

That let Heather get in several loud knocks on the door  before pulling back. She smiled triumphantly over her small victory.  Then she turned to Simone to deliver a snide comment about Alan and  Glory being together behind a locked door, only to think better of it  with Christine standing there.

There was an awkward pause as the three of them waited for  someone to answer the door, with Christine still standing directly in  front of it.

Christine looked Heather over from head to toe disapprovingly  and then, with disgust dripping from every word, said, "What's with you  today? You're dressed more like a whore than usual. I thought you were  sent home earlier for outrageously violating the dress code yet again. I  can't even imagine what you looked like before then! What, did you have  to leave school for a quick trick with one of your many Johns?"

Heather gave Christine such a confident, powerful, evil stare  that almost anyone else would have blanched and looked away. But  Christine held her ground and continued to contemptuously stare right  back at her enemy.

Heather, though, was hardly fazed. She shot back, "At least I  know what to do with a hot, tight body, and I know what sex is. You  don't have the foggiest clue, do you? I almost feel sorry for a lonely  little unfucked virgin like you." She melodramatically wiped away an  imaginary crocodile tear.

"Hey!" Simone quickly butted in, realizing that jibe cut too  deep. Heather was used to being called a slut and even a whore, but no  one called Christine a virgin to her face. In fact, anyone who uttered  any insult to Christine's face generally lived to regret it. Simone  barked, "Everybody, cool it!"

Just then the door opened. It was Glory.

Christine, with lightning reflexes, managed to get out of the  way as the door opened directly into the space where she'd been  standing. She ended up standing so much to the side that Glory seemed  not to notice that she was even there.

If Glory missed her, that was in no small part due to Glory's  surprise at seeing Heather. The only words Glory and Heather had ever  had for each other outside a classroom setting were subtle jibes and  razor-edged insults, so Glory couldn't fathom why Heather would go out  of her way to come see her during lunchtime. Then her eyes took in  Simone standing at Heather's side. She was a bit mollified that she  wouldn't have to face Heather alone, but the presence of both of them  also increased her curiosity.

As a teacher, she felt obliged to be at least marginally  civil, especially with Simone there. "Heather. Simone. What brings you  by? Here, come on in."

She opened the door wider and Heather and Simone waltzed in.

Christine remained out in the hall. With Heather and Simone  arriving as they had, she hadn't had any time to digest her conversation  with Katherine, but now that she was alone she started to ruminate  about it. Since their arrival had completely killed her ardor and  reminded her of her self-doubts, she started thinking about things in a  completely different way.

I must be out of my mind! Here I am, talking with Alan's  sister about how to tempt him so I can become yet another one of his  'helpers'?! No way would I ever share him with the likes of Heather.  Heck, I wouldn't even want to share a drinking fountain with Heather. A  hussy like her must be a walking cesspool of sexually transmitted  diseases. Do I really want to become like her? No! Simone is nice in  person, but the gossip says she sleeps around just as much as Heather  and that they even sleep together. Ugh! No thanks! I want to lose my  virginity, but not that badly!

However, she knew on another level that, as much as she  protested, that night she was yet again almost guaranteed to have sexual  dreams involving Alan.