It felt strange calling Meris her lover in front of the blonde manipulator, but Sonja warmed up at the sensations that filled her heart. Without waiting for a response, she turned around and headed down the sidewalk away from the scattered pack of women.

Behind her, the wind buffeted her back, pushing her away and she let her new master guide her.

To her surprise, he didn't direct her toward her car. Instead, he pushed her down the entire length of the school and around the corner. Behind her, she heard Betty sending Marisha into the school, no doubt to inform the principal of her presumed attack against all four of them.

Shaking her head in disgust, she let the wind guide her around the school, past the field and toward the large parking lot in the back. A few scattered school buses stood in the empty asphalt. She continued to walk along the asphalt heading toward a large building near the back. From memory, it contained the garage for working on buses. Like most students, she never had a reason for going back her, but now she headed to the large open garage door as if she knew exactly where she was going.

She peered inside. A large bus dominated the center of the garage and two feet stuck out from underneath it. An array of tools spread out around the mechanic's limbs, screwdrivers and socket wrenches scattered around.

Sonja peered back at the school and spotted Marisha and Theodora walking around, obviously hunting for her. Grumbling, she stepped into the garage and out of their sight. Her finger danced on the edge until she found the door button. Pressing it, the entire garage rumbled as the heavy steel door slid down.

Underneath the bus, the mechanic crawled out. “What the fuck...”

It was the old man, the bus driver who leered at her for the entire school year. He blinked as he scrambled to his feet. His blinking turned into a leer as he made a point of looking at her from breasts to hips and back again. “Well, well, well. If it isn't the source of rumors. I heard you were some kind of rug muncher, right?”

Sonja glanced back as the door settled into place. When she looked back, she stared at him again, this time looking beyond the leer and older body. Seeing his body, she shuddered but an idea started to form in her head.

Unaware of her thoughts, he stared at her, licking his lips with excitement. “So... are you going to stand there or start stripping?”

She scoffed, “You can't be serious.”

Wiping his greasy hands on his overalls, he shrugged. “Well, it was worth a try. I mean, I would have given my right nut to see you and that blonde girl having that cat fight, all naked and like, but I wasn't invited.”

He grinned toothily, “So, when you show up and close the door, it sounds like a porn film to me.”

“Well, that isn't going to happen so don't hold your breath.”

He shrugged, not even slightly phased by her response. “So, what brings your body here?”

“I...” Sonja paused as she tried to think about why she was there. Explaining Master Cold wasn't even an option, but the idea in her head kept teasing her thoughts. She focused on it, trying to see if it was possible. After a moment, the old bus driver grunted.

“You...?”

Blinking, she blushed. “Sorry.”

She started to pause again, but the memory of Betty and the realization she may be kicked out of school by the end of the day pushed her and she took a deep breath and she prepared to take a risk. “I...”

He was obviously getting a tad annoyed. “You...?”

“I have a proposal for you.”

His eyes narrowed, “I thought you weren't going to strip.”

“No. I'm not going to strip. But I have an idea that you will like.”

Narrowed eyes glanced to the door and around again. “Somehow, I think this is going to be illegal, isn't it? Some way of getting old Mark in trouble?”

“No, I'm not trying to entrap you. But...”

He sighed and got ready to return to the bus. Sonja forced herself to speak up, the plan in her head crystallizing even as she spoke.

“How would you like one of the other girls, to do what you want?” She surprised herself with her own question, but the dumb-founded shock on his face showed that he was startled just as much.

“Are you talking about the blonde girl, the bitch queen?”

“No, one of her friends.”

“How and why? No, I think I know why, but why are you asking me?”

“Because I can't do it alone.”

“Oh really? What is it in for me?”

“You get one of the girls.”

“No, what else? A bus driver can't just disappear with a girl, questions are asked and people are thrown in prison. Specifically, bus drivers are thrown in prison and gang-raped for being a pedo.”

He grunted and shook his head, “No doubt I've thought about it, kind of hard with all your legs and pretty mouths. But I don't plan on being a butt-boy for some prison ass for the rest of my short and miserable life. So, you better come up with a much better reason that I'm going to risk my life for a stupid cunt that just happens to look good.”

He managed to pack quite a few insults into a few short curt sentences. Sonja started to snap back but stopped when she realized he was right. Taking a deep breath, she stared at him coldly. “What do you want?”

“Well, first I want to make sure you aren't part of some police or school sting operation.”

“And how do you propose that?”

“Propose, such a big word. How about letting me check you for a wire?”

He leered at her. Disgust flooded through her but she realized her new plan required his assistance. She nodded and he jumped as he stepped over to her, pressing his greasy hands against her hips, squeezing uncomfortably. She shivered as she felt him pressing his hands against her hips, her ass. Shoving his hands between her legs, he massaged her through her jeans, looking up at her as if to see if she was getting excited.

Sonja wasn't but she pretended to as he continue to smear his greasy paws against her skin.

She stopped him as he went for her breasts. “Clean your hands.”

Mark shrugged, “Can't be bothered.”

Sonja stepped back. “Fine.”

He started to make a comment, but Sonja began to unbutton her silk blouse, pulling it open to reveal her bra and breasts. He chuckled and shoved his hands right into the cups of her bra, squeezing tightly as he molested her. His fingers left black smears on her skin but she closed her eyes tightly as he pulled one, then the other out of the bra. She felt his thumbs against her nipples, slick from the motor grease, and winced as he twisted them between two fingers.

“Oh... yeah...”

It only took a few long moments before he pulled his hands away and stared at her.

Sonja looked down to see the grease-smeared breasts and the stains on her jeans. Looking up, she gave him an icy glare. “Happy?”

Licking his lips, he nodded, “It's a start.”

“What else to get you involved?”

“Any girl I want?”

“Except for the blonde.”

“And that white lover of yours?”

“And Meris. Any girl except Betty, Meris... and me.”

“Fine, do you have a plan?”

“Yes, but I need to arrange a few other things first.”

He grunted, eyes still focused on her breasts, “Fine, but I want a little more proof.”

“Such as?”

“Blow job on Saturday.”

“You have to be kidding!” Her stomach rolled with the thought of seeing his greasy cock.

“You need me, Missy, and frankly, I'm going to get a little bit of love before I commit to this little plan of yours. And I want to feel those lips of yours on my cock.”

Disgust filled her, but she nodded. “Fine, one blow job on Saturday and then you'll do whatever I need, deal?”

With a leer, he stepped forward, wrapped his hands around her breasts and looked into her eyes. He spoke in a confidential tone tinged with lust and amusement. “Every Saturday until we're done.”

His touch made her skin crawl. But she nodded. "Deal."

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Beginning of chapter twenty-four.