Lola’s Ordeal, pt. 1

When I was in high school, I had a classmate named Lola. Our relationship was complicated. On the one hand, I admired her. She was very popular in our school, she was sort of the leader of a gang of pretty mean girls. Although her face looked no older than her actual age, her chest was much more developed than almost any other girl's. She used to dress inappropriately sexy, but nobody ever said anything because she was the daughter of an influential construction tycoon ... Well, tycoon might be a bit of an exaggeration, but in our little town, Lola's Das had a lot of power.

Actually, my dad worked for his company. He hated Lola's father. He would often sit in our kitchen for hours with his work buddies, getting drunk and engaging in increasingly aggressive hate speech against their boss. In general, my dad drank way too much, ever since my mother had abandoned us two years earlier to let another guy do her. I didn't like the guys Dad hung out with all the time. The two worst were Dave, a disgustingly fat, unkempt guy who didn't let my presence stop him from constantly making obscene remarks, loudly farting and burping, and Bob, an old long-haired guy who stared at me incessantly with his googly eyes and from the corner of whose mouth a thread of saliva kept dripping. The most bearable was Jay, he was even quite good looking and walked around in clean clothes. But he always took his monstrous dog Ripper with him.

Anyway, first of all, this is about Lola from my class. As I said, our relationship was complicated. Or rather my attitude towards her. On the one hand, I wanted nothing more than to be friends with her. On the other hand, I hated her with all my heart. Because she was always very mean to me, made fun of me with her gang, played cruel pranks on me. I was constantly torn between a kind of desire towards Lola and the will to somehow pay her back for everything.

One day, by chance, I learned that Lola had an undying crush on my cousin Stephen. I could understand that, Stevie was a few years older than us girls, very well built and drove a fat motorcycle. He was also known as a bad boy who had been expelled from school at fifteen and had even spent a few weeks in jail recently. For possession. And, according to certain rumors, because he had fucked the wife of the deputy sheriff of the neighboring town. In front of their k**s. I don't think anything was true about that. But I kept that to myself. I saw this as my opportunity. Since I was much less pretty than Lola, but much smarter than her, I devised a plan. I let her know in a roundabout way that Stevie had moved in with us when he was released from jail. That he hardly ever left the house because he didn't want to run into any cops, because they were supposedly only eager to bust him again at the first opportunity. Of course, it was all made up. My cousin had moved north six months ago, where he worked in a sawmill.

In fact, my ruse had the desired effect. Lola's pranks stopped all at once, she no longer made fun of me and forbade the members of her gang to harm me. She even began to talk to me occasionally, became really nice and even started to give me styling advice so that I no longer looked like a nerd. I knew that timing was critical for my plan. I couldn't go on the offensive too soon because she would have to stew in her lust for longer. But I couldn't wait too long either, so as not to risk blowing the whole con. Finally, one day she addressed me on Stevie by herself. I played dumb, pretending that I didn't want to come out with the big secret of his whereabouts. Lola more or less subtly made me understand that the continuity of our friendship depended on our always being honest with each other. So I buckled and confirmed that my infamous relative was staying with us. And thus achieved something I would never have dreamed of a few months earlier: I let Lola coerce me into inviting her to a sleepover.

I had won. She didn't realize that, of course. She thought she had found in me an instrument to achieve what she wanted. In truth, she had bought into my scheme. She could not imagine at the time what the consequences would be. But neither could I.


When the day finally came, I was quite nervous and insecure. I had been so busy trying to get Lola to come to my house that I hadn't given much thought to making a plan for what I would do when she found out that Stevie wasn't really living with us. Somehow I thought that I would succeed in winning her over as a friend.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang. My father was once again boozing in the kitchen with his disgusting buddies. I shouted that I would open and ran to the front door. Lola had gotten all dolled up. She wore a very short denim skirt, fishnet stockings underneath. I immediately saw that they were hold-ups. She wore knee-high boots, a tight T-shirt and a leather jacket. Her hard nipples stood out so clearly on the T-shirt that it was clear to me that she was not wearing a bra. Her lips were made up very darkly, the eye lashes formed into jet black wings. The black hair was braided into pigtails and for the first time ever I saw her wearing glasses. She was extremely sexy, playing with the c***dlike look of her face that contrasted the slutty getup. At that moment I realized that I was going to be in big trouble, because she was clearly out to get laid by Stevie. But Stevie was far away. I quickly led her to my room. Loud talking and laughter came from the kitchen.

"Is your cousin there?" asked Lola with an expectant expression when she heard the noise. I answered in the negative, stammering that he was taking care of his broken motorcycle and would be along shortly. We sat down on my bed. The conversation with Lola faltered immensely. She was obviously extremely impatient. I played her a few pieces of music, which she listened to bored. I suggested that we play a little video game. She went along with it, but was hardly into it. The longer this embarrassing situation lasted, the more I fell for Lola. I didn't usually have such feelings towards girls, but Lola drove me crazy. I felt the need to touch her, to kiss her, to taste her.
I kept approaching my face to her hair to sniff it. They smelled as if they had not been washed for a while. But that was not repulsive. On the contrary. The more I smelled her, the more I felt my womb getting wetter and wetter. Suddenly she looked at me with a look that I could not interpret.

"Hey, are you sniffing me?" she asked with a smile. I took that as an invitation. Slowly I brought my lips closer to hers, put my hand on her neck and finally kissed her tenderly.

"Look at that, our little geek actually turns out to be a wild kitten." I already felt in paradise when I felt her tongue on mine and enjoyed the taste of her saliva. I don't know how long we kissed, I just wish it would never end.
"I almost hope that your cousin will take some more time," Lola said between two passionate kisses.
"Who knows, maybe he won't come at all," I replied with a smile. Lola violently pushed me away at that and looked at me with a completely transformed expression on her face.
„Wait a moment! Is that what this has been about all along? Were you just trying to lure me to your house? Is Stephen even coming?" She seemed really angry. All I could do was stammer helplessly. Then Lola grabbed me by the neck in a heavy grip, looked me angrily in the eye and said, "Talk, you nasty lesbian toad. Is that true?" Her grip was so fierce that I could hardly breathe.
I croaked "I'm so sorry, Lola, but ..." whereupon she slapped me so hard that I fell off the bed.
"You dirty perverted bitch, you're going to pay for this" she screamed and started to leave the room. I clasped her legs and tearfully implored her not to leave, we could talk about anything after all. But she crouched down to me, grabbed me violently by the hair and pulled it so hard that I had to scream loudly.
"This is going to be a very hard time for you, you disgusting piece of shit," she screamed at the top of her lungs. She turned away and opened the door to the room. When she saw my father standing there, she gasped.
"What's going on here, girls? Who is that anyway?" he asked. Only then did he see me lying on the floor sobbing and noticed that I was bleeding from my nose. He looked at Lola, stunned. "Did you do that to my c***d?"
I don't know what I was thinking at that moment when I said, "She did it, Daddy. That's Lola from my class."
"Lola?" he replied with an angry look. "Wait a minute ... you don't mean the daughter of that ..."
"Yes, Daddy, that's the one."
Immediately he grabbed Lola by the neck with his huge hand and pulled her up so violently that her feet lost contact with the floor. All that came out of her mouth was a croak.
"Boys, come here," he yelled toward the kitchen, "I have a little surprise for you." Then he half whispered in her ear, "You're about to find out what a bad idea it was to have hurt my little girl."
The voice in which he said this scared me. I knew now that my stupid little plan had gotten out of control and that it was going to end very, very badly for Lola.
Immediately Dave appeared at the door of the room. He was wearing three-quarter pants and an undershirt, under which his mighty paunch hung down to nearly his crotch area. He was chewing something with his mouth open, tomato sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth onto his already stained undershirt. His few greasy strands of hair stuck to his sweaty round head.
"Hold this while I check on my k**," my dad said as he held out the rattling Lola to Dave, still holding her by the throat. As soon as he released his grip, the girl began to pant. She tried to scream, but all she could produce was a croak. Nevertheless, my father gave her such a violent blow in the face that her glasses flew all over the room. She was shaking all over while the astonished Dave grabbed her with his fat arms.
"Make sure she stays put. If you have to, make her shut up. This is Ferguson's little daughter Lola. She hurt my princess and she's going to pay for it," he told Dave as he helped me to my feet and wiped the blood from my face with a handkerchief. I told him I was okay and that he should not punish Lola too harshly. After all, he would surely be fired if he did anything to his boss's daughter. When he heard that, my father laughed out loud.
"Did you hear that, Dave? My sweet, sweet daughter is worried about my job. Hey, Bob, Jay, come here! Here's something to laugh about!"
Dave laughed so hard that some sauce squirted out of his mouth and onto Lola's face. When Dad's other buddies appeared, he told them. Bob also laughed out loud, while Jay shrugged and transferred the toothpick from the right to the left corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry about it, honey. The son of a bitch can't fire me at all, no matter what we do to his precious daughter. Right, guys?"
Dave and Bob bawlingly confirmed, while Jay pulled out a comb and combed his quiff. Then my father approached the horrified Lola, took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and told her in a mockingly friendly voice.
"No, my angel. Daddy can't fire me. Because Daddy fired me this morning."
He gave her a tender kiss on the lips and stroked her cheek, wet from her tears and some tomato sauce from Dave's mouth, with his index finger.
"No matter what we do to you. Isn't that nice? We can celebrate my getting kicked out without a care in the world. It will be a celebration, sweet c***d, I assure you. At least for us."
Lola had her eyes wide open in panic. Meanwhile, Dave covered her mouth. Her eyes searched mine.
"Daddy! Wait!"
My father turned to me, and I could clearly see her looking at me hopefully. Yes, all her hope was with me. I was the only one who could help her now.
"Daddy, when Mom left us, you told me you would be there for me. You said that you would grant my every wish. That you loved me endlessly. Was that the truth? Did you really mean it?"
" Each and every word, princess."
"Then I'm going to ask you for something now. And I beg you to grant me this one wish. Just this one."
"Anything you want little one."
"I know you want nothing more than to get back at your former boss. And I know you want to use Lola to do it."
I saw that Lola was looking at me with a grateful face. She even hinted at a smile.
"I understand. You want us to let her walk."
Lola nodded at me almost imperceptibly. I nodded back with a smile. Then I looked at my father. I said:
"I want you to let me watch while you give this little bitch a horrible time."

(To be continued ...)