PART ONE j – the Party

  I'm in my underwear and nothing else, in the hot tub alone now. Little Lightning, I can read that mind. She was going to prance around and py ping pong in her wet underwear and nothing else. But, that finger tapping on her lips. She added the shirt. Holy shit, she was choosing modesty. She could still show off her dripping wet panties, and the little shirt covered her perfect tan tits. For her? This was good girl mode, I could hear it from inside her head, beamed into mine. Wow, she's saying to herself. Its this easy.

  She's a free spirit, and unpredictable. When he was done with his slow motion drying off, he reached for his Jungle Jim shorts. She stepped on them, and giggled.

  "If I'm in my underwear for ping pong? My boyfriend can be that way, too. And you don't need a shirt, either."

  He looked at me, a mixture of half pain, and half amusement on the face. I shrugged.

  "Her underwear? Is… functionally equivalent, to a bikini bottom. Your boxers? Look like swim trunks after a few beers. Have fun…"

  She giggled and smiled, and sort of pranced up to get a little spsh of schnapps for their cups. Then she took him by the fingers, and more or less danced into the ping ping sub basement. Apparently, they went for a game room theme on theirs. Instead of a pce to have soundproof rough sex, where the "victim" could scream for help and none would come. Their loss, to each their own.

  I stepped out of the hot tub, and put a half a spsh of the schnapps over my ice, then added some mixer. I tossed my own shirt on, too. I walked around that way, as if it were the most perfectly natural thing in the world. No one said a word, no one id a finger on me. Either the world became polite and politically correct overnight? Or, infinitely more likely I figured, his male aura extended out from the basement, and still was around me.

  I small talked around the drink table, then idly wandered over to the basement. Same as ours, but with a game room in it. Old couches where people sat and gabbed. A few chairs. I leaned in the doorway and just observed. Lightning was testing her bare feet for footing, as she began to py ping pong. He saw her do it, so he did the same.

  Lightning has pyed before. She's teasing him and giggling that she's not taking it easy on him. He's mock affronted, and decred they had ping pong on his Airbase down south. They both looked for all the world, like two teenagers having good wholesome teenage fun. They joked and bantered, and both took turns ughing or feigning anger.

  Three points ter, they're both down in a crouch, bouncing on the balls of their feet, ready to dart and stretch to cover the whole table and any angle. He looks a little more like he's in a modified wrestling stance, she looks more like a sort of sumo wrestler type of crouch. Well, he was a fighter and she was a dancer, so it stands to reason.

  Another male and female couple pyed when they were done. They had been more competitive; this couple? More along the lines of just bopping the ball back and forth. He probably doesn't want to try to win, and she wants to be the little dy that needs a big strong man to show her how its done. I think they're both better than they're letting on. Me and him would be like he was being with Lightning. Competitive and fun about it. To an outsider? Me or her with him, probably looks functionally equivalent.

  Everyone takes turns pying the next song on the music pyer. A cell phone is invisibly hooked up to two fairly big Bluetooth speakers. You can internet search for practically anything you ever heard before, and find stuff you never found before. Will never hear on the radio. Will never be offered for sale. But, you can py it.

  I was prepared to feel slight jealousy, and suppress it. I found I had none. I was more interested in seeing how he reted to another young girl. About my age, and about the same 1 to 10 scale as me in his eyes? I get to see how he is. He blends right in. He's not the least bit awkward or shy. She's in a lifted mood. Not quite giggle hair flipping, but I can hear in her ugh she's near to there. She's smiling and giggling. Laying her head on his shoulder, while they pick the next song. She decides she'll go first, then him. I already know he's fine. Its her I'm observing.

  I can't see anything is amiss with her. Hell, I know there's a problem and I sort of know things to look for? I can't find a damn thing. Her mood was down a little, but hey, her boyfriend she just got called a whore by and then he dumped her instigated that. She's magically happy again, because I gave her permission to py pretend with my boyfriend. Hmm. She isn't fucking him, has no idea I might allow that soon, and she's just as happy. For her? Its the show it makes. She appears to everyone, to have something with this guy. They look the part, everyone buys it without question. That's enough for her. He's loosening up and losing that stiff and formal thing.

  There's another couple on the one long couch at one end, they take the other end. She puts her arm around him easily. He doesn't jump. I've heard this no vocals instrumental before. She likes it. The slow intro finally ends, and its as if she got to pick two songs. Its a long one. The orchestral opening, is giving way slowly to changes. Pace is picking up. Deep strings are being repced by electronica. All of the orchestral arrangement suddenly has become all electronic, and its still the same song but different.

  There's the bass I know to wait on. She gets up and starts to dance a little. Nothing too much, but its enough to show she's light on her feet and really accurate about her moves. She can sort of "fsh" from small move to small move, like time pse photography, then put it all together smoothly. He's entertained, and hell I am too. He's not even getting a hard on. The wet boxers would betray the slightest hint of a stiff-y.

  Its clear, she's no amateur. She doesn't waddle, she's slick at it. She doesn't bounce, she looks like she walks on air. She can easily do those little moves where it looks impossible, like she's fighting gravity. But effortless. Her legs put on the major show now. Long, lithe muscles py and dance around her upper and lower legs. Even her tummy shows it. She can undute seductively to the music, and pull it off because she's good at it. Now its his turn, the music is lowering in volume and repeating and slowing down, into a fade out. He picked some old song. Sounds like a love song if you don't py close attention, but its really a bittersweet.

  "Not in the league", that's the title and the main vocal hook. It tells the story of a man and a woman in love, but one doesn't meet up to the others expectations, and they admit it. Its not clear if its really this way for the couple in the song, or if the woman is just a cunt. Its vague enough of bittersweet lyrics, that the listener is not truly sure whether one dies, or one commits suicide, or just one goes away. Hard to tell. Why it became a couple dance favorite, and a wedding reception must py? No one knows. They all request it, and all dance and make eyes to it… and its all about lost love, not a love song. People are strange.

  She wants him to slow dance. He's waving her off, but smiling. She "makes" him, and drags him up by his fingers. As if she can force him to do anything. Not physically. Its amusing and cute. I dance, just not like her. I don't just waddle and cp, but… people don't back up and surround me and cheer like when she gets going. He's trying to get away with waddling and cpping, and she won't have it. I have no idea if he's confident enough to dance. I'm going to find out, thanks hun.

  She stops him, and puts her wrists over his shoulders, and makes him do it back. She shakes a finger "no!" in his face, and makes him start over. She now leads. Simple swaying, and she's, I don't know, I guess giving him running instructions in his ear. She finally gets him swaying with her, somewhat credibly. Now, she starts to get him to swing back and forwards, too. She does one or the other, he just has to keep his hips locked to hers. Whatever cue she's giving him, its starting to work. They start bumping less, and start to sway left and right, then back and forth seemingly at random. She makes it fit the music.

  Now she has her background, and she can fill in some of the little extras. She can start and stop little things and come back into the sway. It makes him look like he's dancing twice as good as he really is. All he has to do is feel her sway change, and stay with it. She can come in and out of time seamlessly with it. By the time the song is winding up, she's getting somewhere. She giggles, cps, and bounces over to the other couple on the couch, and points back at the music phone and gets their opinion on something, they both wave and fp at it.

  She puts it on repeat, and gets to have the song several more times to work on him. She can't get a real twirl for herself out of him, but she can do it herself and he loosens his fingers and lets her. She leads, but makes it look like he's leading. She can do the slow head rolling, and the locked eyes things, and it doesn't look trashy. By the st time? Its pretty credible. Now instead of just waddling like most couples "slow dance", they're actually dancing. I'm going to have to get her to get me in on this, so we can go out dancing some night. I can't instruct him like this, and she's about as good at being the "dance tutor" as he is at expining advanced mathematics to jocks.

  She's not hanging all over him outndishly, but without permission you wouldn't want your other half doing this with someone. Its on the edge. Just sexually provocative enough, that its probably squeaking in under the wire as "sensual". Now she takes repeat off, and they sit on their end of the big old couch again. The other couple picks the next song, things are back to normal. A few other people have wandered in, and eventually its their turn at ping pong again. She's having fun throwing a little undution in between ping pong returns. I should be jealous, but I'm not. I should be somewhat mad? But I'm not.

  Its highly entertaining. She's trying to dance to the song, while pying. She can't complete either activity at the same time, nor do either one well. Ooh. He took full advantage, she feigns mock anger, and now they're pying for real again. Ouch, sigma strike. They're starting to py back, hit harder and faster? Then, out of nowhere, he just lightly gives a "bloop" and the ball barely clears the net. She's mock furious he has a weird trick.

  Now he has this sneaky little serve. Half his game? Seems to be this serve. He starts from where he's supposed to, it just hits the back corner of where he's allowed to hit, opposing corner. Jet quick blur, barely over the net. His new trick? He can also rocket a return straight down one side, she has to predict which one's coming. Her answer? Long legs and incredible speed, agility and bance. She can reach out with those long arms and legs, and hit it just after the net, then retract in case he returns it.

  He's working his two sneaky tricks, she's doing her trick unexpectedly. She adds a new one, she goes for the spike out of nowhere. They're having a ball, and other people are standing around, watching this "battle of the sexes". Oops. I'm smiling, watching my best friend have fun with my boyfriend, happy for her and him. Oops, because I'm inadvertently leaning across the whole doorway; I feel a finger tap my arm for entrance. I casually sip and look. Oh. Its phone bitch. I follow her eyes, and shes taking in the proceedings.

  Little Lightning is done with her game, I didn't notice who "won". She whirls him around in slow motion, towards the couch. They sort of "nd" on it, and she puts her head on his shoulder after kissing his cheek. A sister could kiss her brother's cheek like that and no one will cry foul. She's smiling and talking with her fingers to some other girl with her guy. They both ugh a little, things are going swimmingly well… in there. At the door? Phone troll.

  Fuck her. I smiled at the little wrestler, who I'm fine with, but kept my arm across the door. He doesn't care, but her? She goes off on one hip and crosses her arms. I suppose that's her piss-y what the fuck you better not be doing this pose. Whatever. I fear her about as much as I'm afraid of a newborn puppy. I'd save the puppy and consider drowning her instead, though.

  "Oh… my… god! What, is that shit? Huh? Well?"

  I gnce in, then back to her. Still arm blocking. I'm a human police tape across the doorway.

  "Are you blind? That's my bestie and roomie. That? Is my boyfriend. They're having fun. I like them having it. They like it. I like it. Everyone in the room? Seems to be fine with it. How about you, you have a problem with it?"

  Wrestler shrugs, nope.

  "Just you then. Typical. Everyone? Happy. Then, there's you."

  "Sh… she's… hanging all over him! She… she just kissed him! Why are you letting that little---"

  I cut her off by looming in.

  "If the next word that comes out of your mouth is slut? I'm going to think about knocking it right back down your obnoxious little throat. She's down in the dumps, because her boyfriend just dumped her. I'm sharing my boyfriend with her? And its cheering her up. The fuck business of yours is it, anyway?"

  "Oh! Now… you're turning into a---"

  "That's it…"

  I set my drink in his hand. I took a couple steps to her, she backs up but won't leave.

  "Been trying to be nice, that ain't cutting it. Look around you, little girl. Where are you? We're all family. You? Ain't. We don't care, but you keep starting shit with family. Why exactly is it, you think no one's going to knock the shit out of you eventually. Lightning? Just had to kick the ever loving shit out of some drunk guy, for being beyond obnoxious. We threw his ass in the dumpster. Did you see it?"

  He cut in amiably.

  "I did. She did some nice work…"

  "Okay. The fuck do you think she can do to her? Be serious."

  "Yeah."

  "Look. Everyone likes you. You're a great guy. Its her. Now, what do you think happens, if I do it to her, instead of Lightning, hmm? You? Welcome anytime. Her? Not so much until her medication gets readjusted."

  "Like this, is even your pce. Bitch…"

  I smiled at him. She's doing her off to one hip, crossed arms piss-y stance again. Its one of the least threatening things in the world to me. I suddenly reached out, and palmed her face. She's a tiny thing, though getting chubby and already hairy. I put my other hand on a fistful of her hair, and retracted my face hand. She can't reach me to scratch, punch, nothing. She can't even reach me to kick me, without putting herself on her ass. I just looked at him, took my drink back and took a sip, and handed it back to him.

  He smiled, I smiled back. I looked at her.

  "The adults? Are talking, honey."

  She's cutting a little fit and getting nowhere.

  "So. Could I be any nicer about this…"

  He smiled, embarrassed. Handed me my drink back. He mouthed the words "I'm sorry" and grabbed her by a wrist, and hauled her off, the way you haul off a little kid pitching a fit in the store. He dragged her over not quite out of earshot, and started trying to expin to her that she was embarrassing him, and herself, and he wants her to just quit it.

  Finally, he yanked her leash. Amen.

  Christ. Is this the kind of shit women used to get a routine pimp sp for that left a mark? Maybe we ought to bring that shit back. I'm a girl, I can say it. Back to my fun. Watching those two look like, well… the perfect couple.

  Some guy is now telling the funny recounting of Lightning's fight, to someone that heard about it, but didn't see it. He expins it, by wildlife documentary metaphor. First, that ostriches are huge, bigger then you realize. Then, that they can actually kick a lion to death, apparently ostriches are one of the few animals lions actually show respect to. Just chasing an ostrich, can get the lion kicked in the jaw. Broken jaw? The lion loses its major weapons and can no longer credibly fight to defend itself or feed itself, its doomed to die a slow and painful death. A couple of ostriches defending the young? Routinely surround lions, chase them down and kick them to death, they send their ribs into the lungs.

  That's how Little Lightning kicked the obnoxious drunk, in his recounting. Wizzy, as she calls him? Laughing and smiling, admitting he's getting "carried like a loaf of bread" and that his girlfriend is tougher than he is. His only job, was to "take out the trash", which prompts the guy to now tell the funny dumpster story. Everyone is entertained and ughing now. Light proudly procims she handles the "light work". Someone asks if he does the heavy lifting? He points over to me, and everyone ughs again.

  He's magical. He has no trouble being self deprecating and getting ughs. He's putting people at ease who mostly all no doubt already heard about him or soon will. He's making himself harmless and friendly. Sigma male, hard at work. Py beta, fly under radar. Weird, advanced strategies if its called for. Either well pnned or impromptu Sigma Lightning if you need an airstrike to help the ground situation out. Py alpha if its needed, but look around and hand off command to the first decent alpha you locate. Go back to cruising under the water line, like a German submarine in world war two.

  Little Lightning. He has Sigma Lightning at his disposal. She just struck like lightning. Its just all? Too, damn, cute. I realize, that he can adapt to almost anything. He can live in a dirt hole, and you'd never hear a peep out of him. You wouldn't guess it from seeing him every day. He can move into the luxury townhouse, packed with girls? Fits right in, takes him no time at all. His girlfriend? Consummate good girl. Suddenly, she starts demanding he have a threesome, so she can "share" him at her command, a dominance fantasy. He's quickly adapted to that as well.

  If I got run over by a truck tomorrow and was suddenly gone? Lightning would be beside herself, he actually loves me, he would be broken as well. They? Would cling to one another, console each other. He had a calendar girl. Here's another. If I didn't exist in the first pce, they wouldn't likely have met, but, now that I started it? He could sweep her off her feet if I wasn't in the picture. She's taken with him, I can see it, I can hear it. I'm more than okay with it.

  Its going to be fun. I'll have zero trouble getting my whole pn going. I'm sure of it. Piece of cake now. I'm real sure, I get to set all the ground rules. Anything I want, doesn't matter. I'm drunk with power, but its a soft power now. I no longer have to grab him and throw him down to fuck him, I just push with a finger, and he goes with it. Like a big heavy boat in the water? Ungainly and impossible to move on nd, but floating? One finger with steady gentle pressure, and you can move it anywhere you want slowly.

  Wow. My naughty compulsion is… satisfied temporarily? Its feeding me snapshot after snapshot, all around the theme of what I softly control these two doing, and not doing. I get to be the puppet master, and make these two do whatever I fantasize they should. Like a little girl pying doll house. My doll house is a luxury townhouse though, my two dolls as pythings? Are real live people.

  Hmm. I'm professionally curious now, as a psych major. I get to… what? Put my best friend under observation, something wrong with her, but I don't know what it is. I get to see her retionship begin, grow, and even end if and when I want. I can nudge and control everything that goes on. I can see where she's "messing up", in my estimation. I can "correct" it, and… maybe… help her?

  I have to be getting narcissistic, but then again… can I softly but firmly control this enough. So much so, that I demonstrate how she can have a proper retionship, with a nice guy. What one is, how to deal with things. What to do, what not to do. Can I somehow get her listening to me? No, you can't go out to the bar and act like a slut. That cost you the st good boy, you want to lose this one too? Gee. God forbid you stay home and study once in a while. Can I somehow "make" her keep her room clean? How can I manipute and pull the strings gently, to get her opened up and talking about "it". So I can deal with it, and see if I can help.

  The naughty compulsion is working overtime. I see me and her, trading birthday smacks. Now, I see me watching him do it to her, then the opposite. Fuck. Me and her, pying fetch with him. I'm showing her how to py with the doggy, how to walk it. Now? He's walking her, me and him have her pying fetch with both of us. Christ, this thing has a turbo option. Oh god, my evil denim mini? Has turned me into a full fledged turbo-whore. No, that's not accurate, is it? No, it certainly isn't. I don't work him for money and prizes. Hell, Little Lightning won't even take dinner or a little present.

  I'm not a… she's not… we're not turbo-whores. We're both, what then? Turbo-sluts, I guess you could call it. At least I only do it with him, I guess that makes me a good slut. I'm going to try to show her, how to be a good slut? Yeah, that's it. My naughty compulsion just grinned at me. Another? Good, little, slut. I'd kick you out of my head, but I know enough of the nature of compulsions? Not worth the effort. I realize we have to live together in my head, but I'm in charge, damn it. It all but whispers back. Okay, sure. Whatever you say.

  The naughty compulsion, and it has me bridled and green broke. The bit is through my brain though, not my mouth. It doesn't yank the reins, it gives these teeny, tiny tugs. So gentle, that me, the horse? Doesn't even realize its being influenced and controlled. I walk, but… under that ever so gentle pressure, let's move in this direction, shall we? There, that's a good little horse. You obey me? I'll give you treats. Its where I lead you, you know. To yummy treats you dance for joy that you love so much. If I go away? You wander around, helpless and directionless. You only come across a little treat here and there, on accident. I'll take you from pile of treats, to pile of treats. Oh god. What I do for him? It does for me.

  Thank god I don't actually hear a voice that isn't there. I just… sense and sort of feel what it wants. But it guides me, and I realize its been guiding me. For a very long time. The denim miniskirt, and its ripped up shredded shirt? It wasn't possessed, and the evil spirit passed into me. Its been in there a very long time. I was either born with the seed, and it popped a sprout as I hit puberty? Or, it came in one night around then. But once it broke the shell, and a tiny root took hold…

  A boy just snapped your ass with a wet towel. Its fine, they're treating you like one of the boys. Wait, and snap him back. Do it hard, like he did you. Normal teasing, nothing not natural going on. Regur girls just get snapped and blush. Not you, you snap them back. See? The boys respect you, you have your own pce among them. Look, the girls wanting to py? They get picked st. Not you, you get picked right along with the other boys being chosen to pick up teams. See? I helped you. You're better than those girls. You're still a girl, still pretty. But you're something more, too. I'm here to make your life better. Its what I'm for. Me? I'm nothing without you. You? You're less without me. But together, we're more than the sum of our parts. Don't question it, just go with it. We lose ground if you fight me.

  Oh great. Some tipsy guy walked in, and is checking Little Lightning's little rear end out. He sees, he smiles and shakes his head. She gnces over her shoulder and shrugs. Back to their next battle of the sexes ping pong game. I hope this doesn't end with Lightning pying ostrich again. Or with him demolishing a drunk guy. Or, three guys coming in, and doing what the coach demands be done, to head shit off at the pass.

  What's his sigma approach. It'll be a weird strategy, that will strangely both amuse everyone, yet simultaneously defuse everything. Or, a lightning strike. Oh gee, tipsy guy is bending over and staring at her tight little rear end so closely, she's bumping into him when leaping back adroitly to hammer ping pong shots back. Oh, here we go. Let's see.

  There's no alpha in there, to handle things. Sigma boy? Will handle it. When the alpha is present, he can rex and let go again. He doesn't crave the reins, he has other more important shit to do in the back of the wagon. As long as there's a driver, and the cart won't overturn? He's fine. He'll tug on the reins, he'll grab them and yank if he has to, but… otherwise, its fine. If the cart is crawling or bouncing, as long as its in the right direction? That alpha driving will do. If not? He'll repce him. Or, take the reins until he can put another alpha in the driver's seat. He'll teach that alpha how to drive the cart if he has to, then he can go back in the wagon and tend to the more important things he's pnning.

  He gets someone's attention, and makes a counter clockwise motion, and politely gets the radio down a couple notches, to speak. He's walking over. Lightning is… concerned, but not terrified. He's looking around, and everyone is giggling. Everyone now sees him standing right behind tipsy guy, who is so drunk and so into her ass, he doesn't know. Everyone is giggling and waiting for whatever entertainment.

  There we go, the guy comes up, from bottom ogling, and… whoa! There's some guy standing right up on me… shit! Looks him over, drunk. Guy smiles, ughs, holds both hands up in surrender. Points to his drink, shrugs. Points to her cute tight bottom? Shrugs again. He nods with him. He agrees that he's right. Can this be no harm no foul? Sure it can, buddy. He brings him in, smiling friendly, scratching his finger. He draws the tension out… men are waiting for him to clock him, girls are watching now too. He's got that dangerous smile he fshes. Christ, its the same one I saw staring out in the tub. When other guys yell and argue with you, at least you know to watch out for them. Not him. Its when he smiles and agrees with you. You won't see him coming.

  Puts his arm around the guy. Tells him, she looks great doesn't she? Yeah. You know what? She loves you looking, its kinda her thing, she loves to put a show on. Now, you can look? You're not allowed to touch… but hey, look all you want, buddy. Its all good. Now, just one thing, would you stand… over here? She's gotta be able to back up to return shots? Okay. Great… hey, get a cellphone pic, she loves it.

  Back to the game. Drunk guy was nervous, and now happy. He's allowed to look. Lightning loves the attention. She's not allowed to be touched or molested though. Her smile at him? And I can read her lips. Thank you. Back to the game. Everyone? Highly amused. Situation? Defused. Everyone has an optimum outcome. Fucking sigma males. Man, every company needs one of these near the reins.

  Game's finally over. Tipsy guy? Watched intently, whole game. He comes over to him… shakes his hand. Thanks him for making his girlfriend happy, making her feel pretty, he appreciates it. Oh… she wants to dance again. She… clears it with a few people, can she? Yeah, "their song" can go on repeat, for her to teach him some more of the dance she needs to teach him, if they don't mind.

  He winks at me, and he trots out, and brings back a fresh beer for… his new buddy. He shares, looks like schnapps shots with the guy, hands him the beer… oh. Guides his new "best friend" over to a special seat, just for him. So he can watch her ass dancing now. Drunk guy feels special and well taken care of, all his desires catered to. Holy shit, I'd have just threatened the guy.

  She picks up her dancing instruction where she left off, she's slowly adding things in for mainly her to do now. No one's compining, guys are watching her dance in her panties and little top and nothing else, him in his boxers. Phone bitch is nowhere to be seen. She looks over at me, and fshes me some kind of… little kid at the prom look. Big, sheepish, smile. I smile back, give her the thumbs up. The st repeat, all face staring, arms draped over shoulders, she gets a few cheek pecks in, nothing I didn't authorize.

  I realize about the only thing I'm actually jealous of? The way she can move so suggestively, even slow like this. Anyone else but someone with dance training? Would be dirty dancing, and the amateur version of it to boot. They would look like they were deliberately fucking air. Suggestive, but also suggestively silly. She can pull it off. Wow. She can make a slow wave travel down her body. Like yanking a rope on the ground, kids love watching the wave you send up the line. It fascinates and mesmerizes kids. She can make her body do that, slowly. Its got boys gathered in the room watching, all but hypnotized. She has him under her spell now, I've seen her work before.

  No one's talking to me, but I pick up gossip as people drink and their stage whispers grow. Yeah, Hurry was in the hot tub, in nothing but her panties. Yes, of course Lightning was. No, they both came with Toot. Well, which one is he dating then? I thought he was… but it looks like… What? No seriously. She said that, right in front of Hurry? And she agreed? She's… a nun, she… the hell's going on down there? Well yeah, Light and Right both had that one guy, its possible, you know. No, I don't think they're lesbians, I think its just… tag team thing. Nothing too weird.

  Boys and girls, got the random cell phone pictures. Some little phone movies were created. Light got all the attention she craves and then some, she's satisfied. The way some girls are satisfied when given a present, or others when fucked well. Some primal need has been fulfilled. Some deep seated urge has been satisfied. The ymen, the pop psychs. All anyone knows is buzzword bingo. Look, an attention whore. No no, use the proper terminology? She's a narcissist.

  The amateur, and the ones that skim and only see the words in big print, so they can pass multiple choice tests? Sure. But, you'll never get the essay that way. To get the A, there's enough points in that essay that there's no other way. You have to fully understand the concept, to be granted an A. Go on, memorize everything. You're a B at best. I got my A on that test.

  Lightning is an attention whore, but she's no narcissist. She knows she's not good at things, and wonders why, and asks for help. The Narcissist? Convinced of their inherent superiority, would charge ahead and fuck things up, then bme it on the others. Surely not their fault, couldn't be. After all, they're superior. They invent bmes for others, to cover their own bullshit. Lightning doesn't do that at all.

  A narcissist with her abilities? Would be a ball hog. She's really not. She feeds Right at the st second, and Right is coming up in case she gets that little tap. After Light has several of those impossible shots on goal that damn near go in, the goalie is ass puckered. Here comes another hard, accurate shot… then? Bloop. Her spike rockets down, and the ground stops it, her half buried spike just taps it over to Right, who is coming up… Light just fed her strong leg, too. And she's close to the net. Little Miss Two Feet knows that Right's right leg, is a hair more powerful, a hair more accurate. Lightning has her running and gunning with her, and if she can feed her, she does.

  Right has more goals than Light, by a small margin. They don't fight, they don't argue. The team wins? Then they both win. Coach got through to them early, that its not two stars competing who is going to be the best. You two work together? Championship. Big ring. You two compete? Looks almost as good, seems like it… but we make it to the finals. Again. And we fail to win the final game. Again. No ring.

  He told them. I don't care who has more goals. But you do it my way, and work together? We'll add your two goals up, and that number… will be higher than any other front line in our division. Everyone has a star center, and either a star left wing, or a star right wing. I got both star wings. You got one star wing? They can zone it out. They can mismatch and double team it to cancel it. But not both sides at once. You, the center? You keep the ball, you steal the ball… you draw the other center to you. You're good enough? A star center… so good, it draws a wing in to help out. Then? You feed the open wing, I don't care which one of these is open, but get it there. Then they can run and gun. No single one of you girls? Wins. We all win? Or, we all lose.

  We're winning more, and it was just their freshman year. We got three more to go, and its all coming together. The star wings are taking flight. We're being lifted by our wings. Its the center, Little Miss Moody. God, I wish she'd get over… whatever the fuck it is, and just pitch in. She did it, but her heart's not in it anymore. If we can't keep her head out of her ass, if we can't repce her? Its all for nothing.

  But Little Lightning? Is an attention whore. On the field, off the field, sure. But she's no narcissist. I'm happy. She's happy, he's happy too. How could he not be. I sit easily next to him on a couch, no fighting for my space back. Light is still all smiles and looks for all the world like a little girl all beaming in her face. She just takes his other side and sits. I have "my side" I use when I sit with him. Now, she has hers. I smile, but she smiles more. I'm happy, but she's happier. I kiss him on the mouth, more seriously. She's happy to get her pecks in. She makes up for it with more fun cling, and dramatic faces and head ying. I appear older, she appears younger. He just sits there, and adapts.

  I'm sure it looks to the room, like he's in charge. I actually am. She looks to be my equal or my rival, but she's really not. She's right now, the little friendly dog that goes with the couple that likes having it with them. He whispers things in my ear, that are coded but I understand perfectly well the full and complete meaning of them. I do it back. We have our own coded nguage. We're joking and reassuring each other, and Light doesn't know the code. She thinks we're talking about what we're actually talking about. The cute kid, doesn't realize mom and dad are having a conversation, outside the conversation. No one does, but us. This? Is intoxicating to me.

  But, I'm no female alpha. I'm a sigma female. I have my own weird strategies. I have my own ability to be alone and be okay with it, if the right companion or companions don't present themselves. I only py alpha female to the girls, because we don't already have a good one to take charge. Lightning couldn't be sent under a co captain or a captain for a den mother. They, were abusing her and siccing the other girls on her. To teach her, they were the alphas, she? Was not going to outshine them. They were queen bee. She? Was a worker bee, and she would learn her pce or get lost. She was to perform under them, then sit back and let them bask in what she did for them.

  Fuck that shit. That's not team. That doesn't make championship rings appear. When the verbal assaults didn't work, when the physical assaults didn't work? They went too far. They egged Bootsie on. Hey, have fun. Sigma girl time. I need authority. Coach. He's on board. He can't be there, his hands are tied. Can I handle this? All I needed to hear. Co captain? Smacked around, right in front of everyone. Captain? fired off the lockers and tossed around. And Bootsie? Well, she slipped in the shower and got her face opened up for her shit. Little Lightning? Will shower with the team. I put her in the corner, and blocked physical access to her. Any verbal furthers? I stopped it the obvious ways.

  I put her at the end of the lockers. Not only can't you physically get to her? Bootsie can't so much as see her dressing and undressing, only little glimpses around me. I didn't understand what I was doing, until a psych css taught me. I had bad alphas. Bad captain and co captains. I tuned them up and put them back on the right path. Then? I went back to my pce. No one ever forgot my example I set, though. So, I'm forced to py den mother alpha female, until that can be arranged better. God, I hope one of the coach's prospects for a "backup" star center come through. It'd be great. Maybe? Even a young true alpha, I could show the ropes in the townhouse to, and hand the reins over to her. I got my own shit my time would be better spent on, you know.

  Things were going swimmingly well. Optimum, even. Little Lightning is getting notched up in social standing. No one is so much as permitted to giggle hair flip my guy, and they all know it. Lightning? Obviously permitted. If I make captain one day, especially because I pn on staying for grad degrees, and being one of those more rare older girls, with all the extra experience? I need to pick co captains along the way, and while coach approves or disapproves? I get a lot of influence.

  Lightning has serious star power. She could be a useful co captain. Such a big star, taking advice, pying for the team and not herself? Would set the prime example. The team would slowly graduate the older girls, we'd be recruiting younger repcements. They, would get brought up right. We don't pick on new stars, we cherish them. Fuck you and your queen bee bullshit. As if somehow, your petty social pecking order, is some higher priority than the team's winning or losing the championship. Read Retards Monthly again, I'll keep at my psych textbooks. We'll see who has the better strategy for the team's benefit.

  We're all three walking around now. Other people are in the hot tub. Other girls are showing their tits, their turn now. Wiz sips my drink. Looks at me, smiling. All mixer now. He whispers in Light's ear. She starts doing it. Everyone is convinced we're getting as drunk as they are, but we had a light buzz and let it dissipate. They go forwards, we just stop and let them all go. When the body shots table thing gets going? That's Light's cue to py her game. Lay there giggling, while the guys take shots off her ft tummy. She squeals and giggles and puts on a show. Says… that tickles, when they lick the spills and slops up. They love it.

  She puts him on the body shot table instead. Something different, cps from girls now. I'm sobered up on mixer. I can have a shot or two of schnapps. I get to imitate Light some. Wiggling and prancing up, to get my shot off of my boyfriend's stomach. Prancing around in my tiny ripped up slut's shirt, damned denim mini revealing me. I know I'm the complete farm slut now, with the fancy cowgirl boots.

  Then it's Lights turn. She does one normal, then for her second, well, its Light. Has to be a show. She takes her shirt off, and sort of more or less blindfolds herself, raising her hands to show off. She approaches slowly. Hands behind her back, Feeling with her feet to get close, there's the table leg, which one is it, there we go. She centers herself up. She leans over achingly slowly. Crowd goes quiet. No hands allowed. The "ooh!" starts now from people, she's snaking her tongue out, feeling with it. Finds his waistband of his boxers with it. Follows it, and locates his bellybutton.

  Someone yells…

  "Go north, not south, you don't wanna run into the Hurricane down there!"

  Everyone gets the joke and howls and hoots with ughter. She can slowly, gingerly, feel with her tongue. Locates the shot gss, but doesn't spill it. There's a light, but growing "ooh…" now, can she do it? Another yell.

  "Now that's a tongue that knows what its doing!"

  More ughter, more cheers. More growing noise, then. She gingerly gets her blindfolded lips around the shot gss, and envelops it. Most people try to lock teeth or lips below the rim. She goes down slowly and more or less kisses his stomach, but around the shot gss disappearing into her mouth. She gives a little kiss as she comes slowly back up, then gets standing up. Does a little pose, then tosses her head back, and lowers her head slowly back down… deposits the empty shot gss upright and back where it came from. Then stands up, and raises her hands from behind her back.

  Someone suddenly yanked her by a fist full of her slightly dirty blonde hair, and kissed her. She squeals, but ughs. I take her blindfold off, and hand her the shirt back. She sees its me that kissed her. No tongue, a friendly lip smooch. The boys love it. She poses on me, like she's been doing on him all night. Everyone's entertained.

  "Toot! You got competition! You gonna hit a girl!"

  He has to make a joke. Its him after all.

  "Sure am. I ain't having that sort of shit in the townhouse, you know…"

  He swats her bottom pyfully. She jumps and covers her mouth dramatically, to get more attention. We wander off, one of us on each side. I have my arm around his waist. I gently lead, though no one else, not even Light knows it. He follows me, she follows him. Small talking alone, I sweetly ask him to go socialize with the boys at the drinks table for a while. He knows a polite suggestion is more or less an order. This is my crowd, I can yank the levers from behind the curtain the best way for the best outcome.

  I'm left alone now with Little Lightning. I casually put my arm around her. Hand her an all mixer drink. I lead her gently around, so we can be in the party, but have a quiet conversation to ourselves. I'm starting to hint. Just jokes, that will ter turn into hints. That maybe, we can share. Just a little. Maybe. Because? Sharing went fine here.

  Is she happy? She assures me, she's simply ecstatic. I? Am simply the best big sister, that anyone ever once had, ever. Well, I might be pretty fantastic but I don't know about all that. She pulls my head in, and touched foreheads with me.

  "You? Are wonderful. Thanks."

  "You were a good girl tonight, you know."

  "Was I? Thought I was putting my usual naughty show on, honestly."

  "Not really, hun. You haven't even fucked him. Everyone else? Just thinks you do. This? Is a taste of what its like. To date, instead of just fuck and hang out. No one else knows. You… get the same attention, as if you are. That's dating. Isn't this fun?"

  "Hmm. Yeah. It is."

  "What's dating… okay. You know how you watch a miniseries? Its a little bit, one night every week. It builds up. The good episode, the best episode? Is the st one. Not the first episode. That's a single show. A one night fuck. A weekly miniseries? You draw it out. Then? After its drawn out long enough, there's interest and anticipation generated. Okay, everyone knows, this is the st episode. Its gonna be the big one. That? Is the big night. My third date, not before my first one even got started. Make sense?"

  "Hmm. I guess so. But, question, sis."

  "Shoot."

  "What's the point of dating?"

  "Um… the old timers used to have a saying. Its not the kill. Its the thrill of the chase. Didn't you ever want something? You save up, a little every week. Then you get it. Its great, but… then its on to saving up for the next thing. After a couple times? You realize. The anticipation, is as much fun as getting it in the end. And even more so, really. You get to… enjoy the work, not just the prize. It… provides a reward, to show you that work is just as important as prizes. Good people? Do what's needed to get things. They don't take illegal shortcuts, except in emergencies."

  "So. Technically, I could have remained a virgin. Dated a lot. Never gave it up. Still had fun. They have a name for that, Hurry. That's a cock tease. That's not good to be."

  "You're looking at extremes, dear. No fire? You freeze to death, and become an ice queen. All fire? You're a red hot slut, who burns herself out. Somewhere in the middle, hun. One date? Or 99 dates. You can be pretty icy, or pretty spicy. But not one or the other."

  "You never said. What's the point of dating, anyways. You're just enjoying the hunt. Some other girl? Can snipe your game."

  "Yeah. They can. But… not when you pick a nice guy. Watch him. His body nguage. Girls are trying to stand right up on him. Watch, he wanders away. There, there's one doing it right now…"

  He did. I'm not even sure he realizes it. Another girl's leg brushed up against his. He suddenly wants more ice, and its on the other end of the drinks table. Lightning melts. I can see it on her face.

  "Wow…"

  "Yeah."

  "You had tingles, pretending."

  "I did."

  "But, what was that tingle you just got."

  "Oh. Something though."

  "Lightning? He got used as the show boyfriend in high school. Then? He accidentally fell into being the bad boy. He had a string of cute Latinas. But, he couldn't date them. You sneak and hide, banging a bad boy gringo. No taking them home and around your friends, openly. He wants… both. That? Is me."

  "A show boyfriend, that you put out for. Don't run around."

  "He's a bad boy. That I date openly. I don't have to sneak and hide, use fake names."

  "You want the best of both worlds. You greedy bitch, you demand the whole loaf of bread."

  "We were both willing to wait for it, to happen. Now? I can be as bad as you can teach me, little sis. But, I'm still a good girl."

  "Why can't I… if you're a very good girl, taking bad girl lessons? What stops me, from being a very bad girl, that learns the basic lessons to be a good girl."

  "Wanting it. That's all."

  "But you get the prize. I don't get anything, but a blue clit."

  "Maybe. But, maybe not. We'll see."

  "Now? You're being a… clit tease, I guess."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I can't believe you shared… this much. Fun though. You're not going to share share. Not like me and Right did."

  "You sure about that?"

  She just looked at me. Looked over at him. Back to me. Him, me. Me, him.

  "Now you're just being the ultimate clit tease, sis. You're moving from funny? Into mean."

  "Py you're cards right. Yeah, I'm dangling a carrot, to get my little foal moving. But, if we get there? I'll give you the carrot."

  "Where's… there."

  "You. Finally have some idea of what… being good gets you. What it does. What a good boy, is for. Not just for show. He can be a bad boy too. You? See that you can have the whole loaf of bread."

  "But. I get the carrot. His carrot."

  "If you're a good little foal? You get the carrot."

  "And what do you get out of it."

  "My horse? Gets extra sweet feed, with extra mosses. I get to watch the foal, munch on the carrot."

  "Oh… you wanna be… bad bad. I gotcha."

  "And you? Wanna be… good bad, right?"

  "Hmm."

  "Well?"

  "I'm thinking. How long till I get my carrot."

  "Well. I kinda want to toss you a little carrot already. Tonight."

  "Ooh. Do tell."

  I started expining what I was plotting. Sure, I lied. But, my boyfriend knows I'm doing this lie. Somehow makes it okay. I kept it simple. Great guy. We were having a little bit of rough naughty fun, here and there. He was supposed to tickle me, and "make" me do something naughty. Fun little game. She agreed and smiled, that would be a fun game to py. Then I expined, that we were drinking and smoking. He tickled me a lot, had too much fun, was a little rougher and longer than I anticipated. A little too demanding. Made me promise the naughty thing, over and over. Then? Enjoyed that a little too rough and too long, as well. I wanted to have some fun. Like a practical joke. But, a bad one. Would she help me?

  Oh, this appealed to my little foal. She gets to put on a big show.