What a Week 5

By Inhibitionless

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Day Two ( Jason’s Morning ) :

Jason :

What the hell, said Jason smashing his alarm off. What time is it ? He felt like he had only just gone to bed. He hadn’t gotten home until late, or early as the non-third shift folks say, because he had to stay after work and cover his tracks from the stunt with the three dweebketeers last night. He chuckled at the thought of their humiliation and wished he had been there for what happened afterward. Mark had called him and filled him in on what went down in the parking lot and the ride to drop them off. He had to agree with Mark, those three did have some balls on them, he had to give them props. None of his own frat brothers would have handled a similar situation as well, he thought to himself. That still didn’t provide an answer as to why his alarm went off early. He checked his alarm clock and it was definitely set for twelve. What the hell, who would have, he paused a moment realizing he already knew the answer. Lisa, that little bitch, why would she mess with my alarm ? Jason checked his phone out of habit while he tried to figure out why Lisa would mess with his alarm and saw that he just so happened to have a new voicemail from her too.

Hey Jay, the message began, I just wanted to let you know I had to borrow your phone while you were in the shower this morning, mine was dead. Okay, thought Jason, no big deal, why leave me a voicemail to tell me ? He continued to listen, while I was using it I happened to notice a picture folder on your app screen. Oh crap, Jason said with impending doom. If she found that then there’s no way she wouldn’t have opened it, which means she saw all the pictures we took of the three dweebs. He was so distracted worrying about what damage Lisa could do knowing he had naked pictures of three high school boys on his phone that he missed most of the rest of the message and only caught the end. Don’t be late, voicemail Lisa said, this afternoon, three o’clock, at the high school, room 220. What, Jason questioned, what’s at the school ? He waited for the message options so he could replay the whole thing.

Hey Jay, I just wanted to let you know I had to borrow your phone while you were in the shower this morning, mine was dead. While I was using it I happened to notice a picture folder on your app screen. It was called blackmail boys. Ring a bell ? I don’t know what you and your frat pack are into nowadays but just to be safe I used your phone to email a copy of the whole folder to guarantee your cooperation and to prove I’m not bluffing. Now, if you don’t want pictures of you and your frat buddies molesting three naked high school boys at the mall where you work while you were working getting into the wrong hands you’d better listen carefully. And by the way, how stupid do you have to be to take such amateurish pictures that show without question where you took them and who else was there ? Very stupid Jay, I’m disappointed. Now, as for what you will do to insure that these pictures don’t get out is as follows. I have an art class today after school at four o’clock. It’s a life model drawing class. A nude life model drawing class. You are going to come and replace the model we’re supposed to have. You will come to school, go to room 230, that’s where the models change, then come down the hall to room 220 and let he teacher know that you are the substitute model for today. I’ll take care of the real model. Don’t be late. This afternoon, three o’clock, at the high school, room 220.

Oh shit, muttered Jason, that little bitch. Well, if that’s all she wants, that’s not all that bad. She must be dying to see how her big brother stacks up. Fine, Jason told himself with more confidence then he actually felt, I can handle one nude model drawing class. The fact that his little sister would be in the class seemed disturbingly incestuous but whatever, if it gets Lisa to forget about the pictures on his phone he can do it and be done. The similarity to what he and his frat brothers did to the dweebs awakened an exhibitionist rush in Jason and he found himself getting rather turned on at the fact that he would be exposing himself to a room full of high school chicks.

They’re jailbait Jason, he told himself, yeah, but it’s not like I’m gonna do anything with ‘em, he continued having a conversation with himself, just give ‘em a good show. He smiled at that, grabbing his crotch and giving it a good squeeze. Might have to take care of some business first, though, can’t have little Jason showing me up while I’m posing, Jason told himself as he stripped off the boxers he’d been sleeping in and massaged his growing erection. Oh yeah, Jason moaned, working his stiffening rod just the way he liked, grab, tug, squeeze, repeat, slow then quick.

Jason was jolted from his building euphoria by a sudden pounding at the front door. Mother f..k, Jason exclaimed, bolting off the bed, son of a bitch, f..king f..k hell, who the hell is it, Jason hollered down to the door. Giving in to the realization that whoever was at the door was not going to hear him, he headed for the door, his dick bouncing around reminded him of his naked state, shit, he muttered, and grabbed a towel as he passed the linen closet. Wrapping the towel around hiswaist, Jason got to the front door amidst the constant pounding and pressing of the doorbell, what the f..k do you want, Jason was shouting as he opened the door.

Jason quickly shut up pretty quick once he saw that it was his on again off again girlfriend Melissa. Don’t you dare talk to me that way Jason Wetherby, how dare you block my calls, and what the hell are these pictures ? Jason was caught completely off guard and had no idea what in the world Melissa was rambling on about. Melissa, darling, calm down, what in the world are you talking about, Jason asked, trying to get her to quiet down. She slapped him across the face, don’t play dumb with me you sick twisted bastard, she was yelling, what kind of perverted shit is this, she continued, waving her phone in front of him. If you don’t want to be with me then tell me to my face Jason, don’t block my number and send me pictures of you and naked boys ! Oh my god, I can’t believe you would do hits, she was hysterical at this point. Melissa, stop, listen to me, it’s not what you think, he tried to reason with her. Oh my god, it’s true, that’s what they say when it’s exactly what you think, oh my god, I can’t believe this, we’re through Jason, we’re done, she said as she headed for her car.

Melissa, wait, Jason yelled after her, wait a minute. Ignoring his current state of appearance, Jason headed toward the car after her. Melissa, please, just listen a minute. Get away from me Jason, leave me alone, she said, getting into the car, I don’t ever want to see you again. Melissa, Jason was shouting, trying to get through to her, Melissa, listen to me. No Jason, you listen, Melissa glared at him, go play with your little boyfriends and leave me the f..k alone, and if you want to play with naked boys, you need to be naked too, she said as she grabbed his towel, ripping it from his body, and pulling out of the driveway.

Before Jason could process what had just happened, Melissa was already down the street waving his towel out the window. His towel, Jason suddenly realized he was now standing in the middle of his driveway butt ass naked ! Oh shit, he muttered, and bolted back for the door only to find that it had closed behind him. Reaching for the doorknob, he found that it not only closed shut while he was in the driveway, but it was locked. He was locked out his house, naked, in the middle of the afternoon. He looked around quickly to see who might be around witnessing his embarrassment. Seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, Jason let out a quick sigh of relief and bolted around the house to get to the back yard.

With the momentary relief of at least being somewhat concealed, Jason tool a second to gather his thoughts and assess his current predicament. That little bitch, Jason said through clenched teeth, Lisa must have sent Melissa the pictures this morning and blocked her number from his phone knowing that she’d then come over here. Lisa never liked Melissa, she probably thought Melissa coming here in person and throwing the pictures in my face would be the most embarrassing way to kill two birds with one stone. Embarrass me and get rid of Melissa. If only she knew just how well she accomplished the embarrassing part. I’m sure not going to tell her, Jason said to himself as he next started to think of how he was going to get back into the house.

(The End)