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The Black Thorns (m/f) Part 1
Okay, I are writing a story for di first time.. yadda yadda yadda.
Tell me where I shegged up.
Tell me where I did good.
Or you may remain silent.
Thank you. And here goes.
The squad was exhausted after a rigorous early morning practice. Rodney Gordon, the most recent addition to the Black Thorns dance crew, checked his watch and was startled upon realizing that it was a quarter to seven and that the first day of classes would begin in an hour and change. He was even more taken aback when recalling that this hellacious workout commenced at 4:30. His temper was starting to rise.
“You idiot! Do you realize that summer break is over at 8:00, and you all but exhausted everyone?” the freshman yelled over to Dajjay (Dah- Xay) Dennis.
“Nah, I didn’t” replied the 19-year-old senior.
Dajjay was second in command, so to speak, of the Black Thorns squad. At times like these, in previous years he would have resorted to dealing with such insubordination with physical, or emotional abuse. Since then he has practiced passiveness and will only rarely exhibit the extreme fiery passion that once earned him the nicknames, “Prince Chaos” and “Thunder Clap”. Both of which he despised. 4 years of college at a rather early age however, managed to alter him quite a bit.
“Everybody remember to report to the auditorium by 6:00 after school” the senior calmly announced, “if you’re late don’t bother showing up,….ever”
And with that, the de facto leader turned on his heals and proceeded to his dorm to prepare for his last semesters at the university. Dajjay had the luxury of having his dorm conveniently located a few dozen yards from his first period classroom. He felt no sympathy for the hassle that he has created for the remaining members of the squad. The same squad that voted him out of power the summer leading into sophomore year. How dare they the group he has given life to, the group that he assembled, the group that he has made heavy contributions to. From talent shows, to event booking, to even national television exposure at one point in freshman year.
For the time being, he has only been filling in due to the fact that Reneto (Reh- Nee- Toh) Walcott, his former best friend, has gone “missing” as he usually does for short stretches of time. Reneto was more than aware that Dajjay held grudges against him and the squad, however he simply dismissed the fallen leader as crazy and saw him as unappeasable.
After a refreshing shower, Dajjay dressed in a white tank top, black Adidas sweat pants, and a white pair of Adidas sneakers with black striping for his footwear of choice. He then made his way to the classroom and was content knowing that his feelings of first day anxiety were wiped out with the exhausting practice nearly and hour and a half prior. Customarily, he walked with long strides, a fluid motion, and his head held high -despite his 6’2” 160 lbs. frame. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds for Dajjay to become upset, upon entering his classroom.
“Nice of you to join us, Lord Chaotic!” shouted Rachelle, who was rewarded with chuckles from other classmates.
Rachelle Taylor was a 21-year-old senior who was popular among her fellow students and always sought out to antagonize Dajjay at every turn, it seemed. She was seen as an attractive girl with a light caramel skin complexion to go along with her naturally straight black hair, and dark drown eyes. Average in size from the perspective of a male student, but at 5’11” and 150 lbs. her voluptuous figure made her female peers think twice before opposing her in all aspects. She had been competing with Dajjay in dance competition since the days of primary school and even leads her own girls only dance group. Rachelle never fails to remind Dajjay of his fall from grace in his own conglomerate. And for that he seeks the ultimate revenge against her.
Unfortunately for Dajjay, he was the last person to arrive to the classroom, thus had to settle for a seat that was one row to the right and one seat behind his rival. He took his seat, and paid close attention to the lesson at hand. Upon experiencing a case of carpal tunnel in his right hand, he placed his pencil on his desk only to have it roll off of the left side. He leaned over to pick it up and got a glimpse of Rachelle’s foot which dangled one of her slippers precariously as she sat with one leg crossed over the other. For the remaining hour and a half of the class, he glanced over attentively to sandal play which was positioned in perfect view of his desk position. He found Rachelle to be a nuisance from almost day one, however he always found her feet to be attractive.
Class was over before he realized and he hurriedly packed his supplies together in his sling bag. He glided out of the room in his typical walking fashion and was prepared to get to his next class early until he felt his face hit the floor suddenly. Rachelle had tripped him on his journey out of the classroom.
“I would imagine that a dancer would have better balance. Well the good ones anyway.” she teased.
Embarrassed and blindsided, Dajjay gathered his fallen items and got back to his feet. On his way to his to his route he shot Rachelle a long, cold stare. He however kept his head up despite the incident and mouthed the words “You’re over” to his female counterpart.
§
Being one step ahead of the game, Dajjay decided to enter the auditorium 3 hours before practice to ensure that the venue was suitable for practice. He locked all of the doors in the auditorium and set up notifications along the outside that The Black Thorns were reserving the building. Upon entering the auditorium he noticed a rather familiar figure laid out upon the edge of the stage. The handsome aspiring choreographer initially felt that he had stumbled upon a potential crime scene and pulled off his iPod earphones. Advancing towards the stage he realized that none other than Rachelle Taylor was on her stomach in a prone position. Dajjay quickly jumped into the shadows of the dim auditorium. The fact that his skin was a shade darker than English Leather (the cologne) lowered his chances of being seen in the event that she were conscious. After about a minute or so of waiting for movement, he departed his cover and continues his advance to the stage.
He reached Rachelle and observed that she was snoring. He derived that she had been drilling her own dance collective prior to his entrance. Dajjay always had nearly limitless stamina, something that Ms. Taylor always tried in vain to acquire. Apparently, she took a rest after her squad left, as not He paused his iPod, as it seems that the musical styling’s of Vybz Kartel was much louder in a relatively silent auditorium.
He climbed upon stage and gently tied Rachelle’s wrists behind her back, as not to wake her. He then dealt with the task of tying her ankles together. The difficulty in all of this was attempting to straighten her legs. She came dangerously close to waking up several times during this process, but Dajjay managed to complete the aforementioned task. He rolled her onto her back without much problem and then blind folded Rachelle. The stage was set, and the only thing that could possibly go wrong is if she weren’t ticklish.
He unlaced her slightly dirty white Air Force Ones and began to pull them of slowly.
“Why is it dark? What’s going on?!” exclaimed the 21-year-old senior.
Dajjay was so concentrated on what he was about to partake in that he hadn’t realized that the light snoring had stopped. Rachelle was now awake and panicking, understandably.
“Where are my SH- AHAHAHAHAH!! STAHAHAP THAHAHAT!!”
He was now tickling her soles through slightly damp socks. Dajjay really wanted to tease her with a condescending tone, however he thought better of it. He knew that she’d be able to recognize his voice, so he kept his quiet persona. All the while, he continued his assault on her soles, which she tried unsuccessfully to shield each other with.
“WHO AHAHAHAHARE YOUHOOHOOHOO?” she managed to blurt out.
Dajjay continued to work ten finger torture on the bottom of Rachelle’s feet. Meanwhile, she thrashed about but came up with no results. The more she moved, the more that she tired herself out. Sweat was beginning to show on the pretty girl’s skin. The light film of perspiration glistened nicely in the dim lighting, Dajjay had to admit to himself.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEASE STAHAHAHOP IT! The shapely girl screamed in her hysterics.
He gave her about 5 seconds to catch her breath before he attacked again; catching her off guard while she was exhaling deeply. His nails lightly raked her socked soles in all different directions. The fact that she spent so much time on her feet and the fact that they had been in shoes for a prolonged amount of time only prolonged the torturous sensations. Dajjay stopped momentarily to remove Rachelle’s socks. She began to plead as they were gradually but surely peeling off of her feet.
“No no no no no no no no.!!” She exclaimed. “Who ever you are, please don’t do this!”
Upon noticing the dry tear tracks that ran from beneath the blindfold, Dajjay had no relent to offer. After about a minute of teasing, the socks were eventually off, letting off a very light ammonia-esque scent in the surrounding air. Her well size 10 feet were revealed and he felt that they were even more beautiful up close. Although she had been a dancer for virtually her entire life, they were very well maintained. The arch wasn’t very high, but the soles were smooth and the toes had a pedicure of a nice combination of sky blue and white nail polish. She didn’t get time to prepare her self in anticipation of what was to happen next, as Dajjay attacked again almost instantly.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HEEEEEE!! YOUHOOHOO ARE KIHIHIHIHILLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!!” she managed to formulate.
That moment Dajjay became the recipient of a text message.
“From: Reneto
…………………
I’m bakk. Wat time r u starting da practice?”
While Dajjay took his typically slow snails pace at sending the text with one hand, he subconsciously continued his assault on the exhausted girls soles. After finally sending his text five minutes later, he realized that his captive had been laughing throughout the entire exchange. But five minutes of revenge didn’t nearly make up for nearly a lifetime of competition. Let alone the embarrassment he felt earlier just outside of the classroom. That constant reminder caused her to occupy his time for the next couple of hours. He tickled her at a constant pace, but would delay enough for Rachelle to catch her breath. Dajjay, didn’t really mind the idea of pushing her off of the brink of insanity. The reality was however, that practice was due to start in five minutes. He stopped his assault when this thought came to his mind.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!” he heard a more-exhausted-than-exasperated Rachelle, exclaim.
She had appeared to be running on fumes. Dajjay, thought to himself that Rachelle’s lung capacity surely increased after nearly three hours of this experience. Dajjay produced another bandana from his sling bag, however he decided to implement this one as a gag. After stuffing it Rachelle’s mouth and sealing her lips with duct tape for good measure, he lifted her prone body and relocated her backstage. Behind another set of curtains………………………………...................
TBC
Okay, I are writing a story for di first time.. yadda yadda yadda.
Tell me where I shegged up.
Tell me where I did good.
Or you may remain silent.
Thank you. And here goes.
The squad was exhausted after a rigorous early morning practice. Rodney Gordon, the most recent addition to the Black Thorns dance crew, checked his watch and was startled upon realizing that it was a quarter to seven and that the first day of classes would begin in an hour and change. He was even more taken aback when recalling that this hellacious workout commenced at 4:30. His temper was starting to rise.
“You idiot! Do you realize that summer break is over at 8:00, and you all but exhausted everyone?” the freshman yelled over to Dajjay (Dah- Xay) Dennis.
“Nah, I didn’t” replied the 19-year-old senior.
Dajjay was second in command, so to speak, of the Black Thorns squad. At times like these, in previous years he would have resorted to dealing with such insubordination with physical, or emotional abuse. Since then he has practiced passiveness and will only rarely exhibit the extreme fiery passion that once earned him the nicknames, “Prince Chaos” and “Thunder Clap”. Both of which he despised. 4 years of college at a rather early age however, managed to alter him quite a bit.
“Everybody remember to report to the auditorium by 6:00 after school” the senior calmly announced, “if you’re late don’t bother showing up,….ever”
And with that, the de facto leader turned on his heals and proceeded to his dorm to prepare for his last semesters at the university. Dajjay had the luxury of having his dorm conveniently located a few dozen yards from his first period classroom. He felt no sympathy for the hassle that he has created for the remaining members of the squad. The same squad that voted him out of power the summer leading into sophomore year. How dare they the group he has given life to, the group that he assembled, the group that he has made heavy contributions to. From talent shows, to event booking, to even national television exposure at one point in freshman year.
For the time being, he has only been filling in due to the fact that Reneto (Reh- Nee- Toh) Walcott, his former best friend, has gone “missing” as he usually does for short stretches of time. Reneto was more than aware that Dajjay held grudges against him and the squad, however he simply dismissed the fallen leader as crazy and saw him as unappeasable.
After a refreshing shower, Dajjay dressed in a white tank top, black Adidas sweat pants, and a white pair of Adidas sneakers with black striping for his footwear of choice. He then made his way to the classroom and was content knowing that his feelings of first day anxiety were wiped out with the exhausting practice nearly and hour and a half prior. Customarily, he walked with long strides, a fluid motion, and his head held high -despite his 6’2” 160 lbs. frame. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds for Dajjay to become upset, upon entering his classroom.
“Nice of you to join us, Lord Chaotic!” shouted Rachelle, who was rewarded with chuckles from other classmates.
Rachelle Taylor was a 21-year-old senior who was popular among her fellow students and always sought out to antagonize Dajjay at every turn, it seemed. She was seen as an attractive girl with a light caramel skin complexion to go along with her naturally straight black hair, and dark drown eyes. Average in size from the perspective of a male student, but at 5’11” and 150 lbs. her voluptuous figure made her female peers think twice before opposing her in all aspects. She had been competing with Dajjay in dance competition since the days of primary school and even leads her own girls only dance group. Rachelle never fails to remind Dajjay of his fall from grace in his own conglomerate. And for that he seeks the ultimate revenge against her.
Unfortunately for Dajjay, he was the last person to arrive to the classroom, thus had to settle for a seat that was one row to the right and one seat behind his rival. He took his seat, and paid close attention to the lesson at hand. Upon experiencing a case of carpal tunnel in his right hand, he placed his pencil on his desk only to have it roll off of the left side. He leaned over to pick it up and got a glimpse of Rachelle’s foot which dangled one of her slippers precariously as she sat with one leg crossed over the other. For the remaining hour and a half of the class, he glanced over attentively to sandal play which was positioned in perfect view of his desk position. He found Rachelle to be a nuisance from almost day one, however he always found her feet to be attractive.
Class was over before he realized and he hurriedly packed his supplies together in his sling bag. He glided out of the room in his typical walking fashion and was prepared to get to his next class early until he felt his face hit the floor suddenly. Rachelle had tripped him on his journey out of the classroom.
“I would imagine that a dancer would have better balance. Well the good ones anyway.” she teased.
Embarrassed and blindsided, Dajjay gathered his fallen items and got back to his feet. On his way to his to his route he shot Rachelle a long, cold stare. He however kept his head up despite the incident and mouthed the words “You’re over” to his female counterpart.
§
Being one step ahead of the game, Dajjay decided to enter the auditorium 3 hours before practice to ensure that the venue was suitable for practice. He locked all of the doors in the auditorium and set up notifications along the outside that The Black Thorns were reserving the building. Upon entering the auditorium he noticed a rather familiar figure laid out upon the edge of the stage. The handsome aspiring choreographer initially felt that he had stumbled upon a potential crime scene and pulled off his iPod earphones. Advancing towards the stage he realized that none other than Rachelle Taylor was on her stomach in a prone position. Dajjay quickly jumped into the shadows of the dim auditorium. The fact that his skin was a shade darker than English Leather (the cologne) lowered his chances of being seen in the event that she were conscious. After about a minute or so of waiting for movement, he departed his cover and continues his advance to the stage.
He reached Rachelle and observed that she was snoring. He derived that she had been drilling her own dance collective prior to his entrance. Dajjay always had nearly limitless stamina, something that Ms. Taylor always tried in vain to acquire. Apparently, she took a rest after her squad left, as not He paused his iPod, as it seems that the musical styling’s of Vybz Kartel was much louder in a relatively silent auditorium.
He climbed upon stage and gently tied Rachelle’s wrists behind her back, as not to wake her. He then dealt with the task of tying her ankles together. The difficulty in all of this was attempting to straighten her legs. She came dangerously close to waking up several times during this process, but Dajjay managed to complete the aforementioned task. He rolled her onto her back without much problem and then blind folded Rachelle. The stage was set, and the only thing that could possibly go wrong is if she weren’t ticklish.
He unlaced her slightly dirty white Air Force Ones and began to pull them of slowly.
“Why is it dark? What’s going on?!” exclaimed the 21-year-old senior.
Dajjay was so concentrated on what he was about to partake in that he hadn’t realized that the light snoring had stopped. Rachelle was now awake and panicking, understandably.
“Where are my SH- AHAHAHAHAH!! STAHAHAP THAHAHAT!!”
He was now tickling her soles through slightly damp socks. Dajjay really wanted to tease her with a condescending tone, however he thought better of it. He knew that she’d be able to recognize his voice, so he kept his quiet persona. All the while, he continued his assault on her soles, which she tried unsuccessfully to shield each other with.
“WHO AHAHAHAHARE YOUHOOHOOHOO?” she managed to blurt out.
Dajjay continued to work ten finger torture on the bottom of Rachelle’s feet. Meanwhile, she thrashed about but came up with no results. The more she moved, the more that she tired herself out. Sweat was beginning to show on the pretty girl’s skin. The light film of perspiration glistened nicely in the dim lighting, Dajjay had to admit to himself.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEASE STAHAHAHOP IT! The shapely girl screamed in her hysterics.
He gave her about 5 seconds to catch her breath before he attacked again; catching her off guard while she was exhaling deeply. His nails lightly raked her socked soles in all different directions. The fact that she spent so much time on her feet and the fact that they had been in shoes for a prolonged amount of time only prolonged the torturous sensations. Dajjay stopped momentarily to remove Rachelle’s socks. She began to plead as they were gradually but surely peeling off of her feet.
“No no no no no no no no.!!” She exclaimed. “Who ever you are, please don’t do this!”
Upon noticing the dry tear tracks that ran from beneath the blindfold, Dajjay had no relent to offer. After about a minute of teasing, the socks were eventually off, letting off a very light ammonia-esque scent in the surrounding air. Her well size 10 feet were revealed and he felt that they were even more beautiful up close. Although she had been a dancer for virtually her entire life, they were very well maintained. The arch wasn’t very high, but the soles were smooth and the toes had a pedicure of a nice combination of sky blue and white nail polish. She didn’t get time to prepare her self in anticipation of what was to happen next, as Dajjay attacked again almost instantly.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HEEEEEE!! YOUHOOHOO ARE KIHIHIHIHILLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!!” she managed to formulate.
That moment Dajjay became the recipient of a text message.
“From: Reneto
…………………
I’m bakk. Wat time r u starting da practice?”
While Dajjay took his typically slow snails pace at sending the text with one hand, he subconsciously continued his assault on the exhausted girls soles. After finally sending his text five minutes later, he realized that his captive had been laughing throughout the entire exchange. But five minutes of revenge didn’t nearly make up for nearly a lifetime of competition. Let alone the embarrassment he felt earlier just outside of the classroom. That constant reminder caused her to occupy his time for the next couple of hours. He tickled her at a constant pace, but would delay enough for Rachelle to catch her breath. Dajjay, didn’t really mind the idea of pushing her off of the brink of insanity. The reality was however, that practice was due to start in five minutes. He stopped his assault when this thought came to his mind.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!” he heard a more-exhausted-than-exasperated Rachelle, exclaim.
She had appeared to be running on fumes. Dajjay, thought to himself that Rachelle’s lung capacity surely increased after nearly three hours of this experience. Dajjay produced another bandana from his sling bag, however he decided to implement this one as a gag. After stuffing it Rachelle’s mouth and sealing her lips with duct tape for good measure, he lifted her prone body and relocated her backstage. Behind another set of curtains………………………………...................
TBC
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