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12-24-2009, 06:31 PM
Hi all, I'm brand-new to Getdare, and I thought it might be cool to introduce myself with a little story. It's completely fictional, although inspired by an actual sighting I once had. I hope you like it...
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Chapter One
Kelcie Kummings chugged her beer.
She did this not because she was thirsty and not even really because she wanted to increase the buzz from the alcohol, but mostly because, quite simply, she was almost out of time. An eighteen year old senior, Kelcie was co-captain of her high school's highly competitive cheer squad, and tonight was Friday night, meaning a football game was scheduled.
The squad's coach had specified a meeting time of thirty minutes prior to kickoff for the squad to gather and prepare for the game, and that time was rapidly approaching. Coach Griffin was the most hateful bitch Kelcie had ever met and she knew the coach would make her life miserable if she was even two minutes late.
So she drained her beer despite knowing it was probably a mistake. Kelcie was tiny, just 5'2" and ninety-five pounds so the beer, her second, was already going to her head, but what choice did she have? She had been invited by a group of kids - "The Wrong Crowd," her parents would call them - to party with them before the game and she had decided what the hell, she was sick and tired of being Little Miss Straight and Narrow.
The team's meeting time was just ten minutes from now and Kelcie, blonde, beautiful and athletic, could feel the first twinges of a need to pee. She was cursed with a tiny bladder to match her petite frame and she figured she had just enough time to run into the school, use the ladies room, and run to the football field in time to still make the meeting.
Then, by halftime when she knew she would have to pee again, she would run into the school and use the restrooms while everyone else was enjoying a bite to eat from the concessions stand adjacent to the north end zone.
Just as the last of Kelcie's beer slid down her throat, a figure walked past the shadows where they were drinking, walking on the way to the stadium. The figure stopped and peered in at the group of kids and then, to Kelcie's horror, said, "Kelcie Kummings? Is that you? What the hell are you doing?"
Immediately the rest of the group - all much more familiar with getting busted than Kelcie - scattered, running in all directions, leaving Kelcie Kummings standing in shock, staring at the man, who now approached and stood directly in front of her.
"Are you drinking, Kelcie?" he asked, as if it wasn't perfectly apparent. The man was the father of Kelcie's best friend, Megan Shannon, who was also a senior and a member of the cheer squad. Mr. Shannon's eyes bored into Kelcie's and she felt a twinge of fear - or was it excitement? - battling the beer for space in her belly.
"Um . . ."
"Hold up that can," Mr. Shannon demanded, and when Kelcie complied, he lifted his cell phone and snapped a photo of her holding the empty next to her face.
"You're coming with me, young lady," he said.
"But Mr. Shannon, I have to get to the pre-game meeting and I have to go pee first-"
"I said follow me," he snapped, taking her hand and pulling her deepr into the shadows behind the stadium.
When they had gone far enough that there was no danger of being spotted by anyone passing by, Mr. Shannon stopped and looked at Kelcie, who was now flushed and shaking from fear and, yes, she thought, definitely a little excitement too.
"Do you know what will happen if I tell your parents about your drinking before the game, or if I tell your coach? And you've been accepted at State already for next year, haven't you? What would they say?"
"Oh God, please don't tell, Mr. Shannon, I've never done anything like this before, please don't tell, I'll do anything you say, just don't tell."
John Shannon stared at Kelcie and smiled. "Maybe we can work something out," he said.
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Chapter One
Kelcie Kummings chugged her beer.
She did this not because she was thirsty and not even really because she wanted to increase the buzz from the alcohol, but mostly because, quite simply, she was almost out of time. An eighteen year old senior, Kelcie was co-captain of her high school's highly competitive cheer squad, and tonight was Friday night, meaning a football game was scheduled.
The squad's coach had specified a meeting time of thirty minutes prior to kickoff for the squad to gather and prepare for the game, and that time was rapidly approaching. Coach Griffin was the most hateful bitch Kelcie had ever met and she knew the coach would make her life miserable if she was even two minutes late.
So she drained her beer despite knowing it was probably a mistake. Kelcie was tiny, just 5'2" and ninety-five pounds so the beer, her second, was already going to her head, but what choice did she have? She had been invited by a group of kids - "The Wrong Crowd," her parents would call them - to party with them before the game and she had decided what the hell, she was sick and tired of being Little Miss Straight and Narrow.
The team's meeting time was just ten minutes from now and Kelcie, blonde, beautiful and athletic, could feel the first twinges of a need to pee. She was cursed with a tiny bladder to match her petite frame and she figured she had just enough time to run into the school, use the ladies room, and run to the football field in time to still make the meeting.
Then, by halftime when she knew she would have to pee again, she would run into the school and use the restrooms while everyone else was enjoying a bite to eat from the concessions stand adjacent to the north end zone.
Just as the last of Kelcie's beer slid down her throat, a figure walked past the shadows where they were drinking, walking on the way to the stadium. The figure stopped and peered in at the group of kids and then, to Kelcie's horror, said, "Kelcie Kummings? Is that you? What the hell are you doing?"
Immediately the rest of the group - all much more familiar with getting busted than Kelcie - scattered, running in all directions, leaving Kelcie Kummings standing in shock, staring at the man, who now approached and stood directly in front of her.
"Are you drinking, Kelcie?" he asked, as if it wasn't perfectly apparent. The man was the father of Kelcie's best friend, Megan Shannon, who was also a senior and a member of the cheer squad. Mr. Shannon's eyes bored into Kelcie's and she felt a twinge of fear - or was it excitement? - battling the beer for space in her belly.
"Um . . ."
"Hold up that can," Mr. Shannon demanded, and when Kelcie complied, he lifted his cell phone and snapped a photo of her holding the empty next to her face.
"You're coming with me, young lady," he said.
"But Mr. Shannon, I have to get to the pre-game meeting and I have to go pee first-"
"I said follow me," he snapped, taking her hand and pulling her deepr into the shadows behind the stadium.
When they had gone far enough that there was no danger of being spotted by anyone passing by, Mr. Shannon stopped and looked at Kelcie, who was now flushed and shaking from fear and, yes, she thought, definitely a little excitement too.
"Do you know what will happen if I tell your parents about your drinking before the game, or if I tell your coach? And you've been accepted at State already for next year, haven't you? What would they say?"
"Oh God, please don't tell, Mr. Shannon, I've never done anything like this before, please don't tell, I'll do anything you say, just don't tell."
John Shannon stared at Kelcie and smiled. "Maybe we can work something out," he said.