Dijiah
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Rahtid, my yute! It are di second act....
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When the up-tempo music of Machel Montano was turned off, anybody walking within the vicinity of the auditorium could hear the bodies of Rodney Gordon, Delano Shields, and two others hit the floor collectively with an emphatic thud. Antonio Palmer held on to a curtain for balance and Reneto Walcott staggered a bit as he tried to maintain his balance. Dajjay had just run his squad through an intensive practice that was the same length of the one that took place that morning. The dance crew however, was able to get away with more errors in their footwork and positioning and spinning as Dajjay’s mind was still focused on the feet of Rachelle Taylor.
“Okay Thorns, I want to bring to your atten-”
“BLLEHUH!!” vomited Delano, off the side of the stage.
Dajjay would be lying if he told anyone that this didn’t upset him. Delano used to be one of the featured dancers of the squad, however a lengthy hiatus left him a smidge out of shape and it was assumed that he hadn’t been eating a recommended diet.
“As I was saying”, the (second) in command continued “I want to bring to the attention of all of you that due to the return of Judas Walco-, I mean Reneto Walcott, I am not longer going to be in charge when you all leave the auditorium today. It is now eight o’clock so on an academic note, I want you all to return to your respective dorms and/or place of residence and get washed up and get straight to your studies.”
“I have a question” Rodney cut in.
“Any question pertaining to the squad must be addressed to Judas, after you are dismissed”. Dajjay calmly replied.
“It’s Reneto!” Exclaimed the 20-year-old senior namesake.
“Yes, yes my….sincere apologies.” Offered the apiring choreographer currently in charge.
“Yo! It could be just me, but I couldn’t help but hear the sound of a muffled female scre-”
“It’s just you.” Dajjay quipped back to Delano who, to his relief, decided to verbally interject this time around. “…..Oh yeah! Delano?”
“Yo.”
“Clean up your ‘reflex’ from the floor. I like practicing in the auditorium, don’t blow the opportunity. Seen?”
About 5 minutes later, the vomit was cleaned up, and the team had dispersed with the exception of Dajjay who lingered behind to check up on his “prize”.
Dajjay walked to the furthest stage curtain and checked on Rachelle who appeared to be asleep. One trolley, one tarp and 5 minutes later, he managed to get his female adversary into his dorm room unnoticed.
He wasted no time in picking up where he left off prior to the practice. Rachelle was brought back to consciousness by a light tickling sensation in the middle of her soles. Alas, she realized that she was still restricted to wiggling movements but she also realized that she was no longer on the hardwood floor of the auditorium, but rather somewhat of a carpet rug. She attempted to scream when she become aware of this perpetuating nightmare, but the gag held her attempts to no louder than a conversation between two people less than a yard apart. Dajjay continued his task on the size ten pair of feet in front of him all the while driving Ms. Taylor mad.
“MMHMHMHMHMHMHMH” was all that Rachelle could muster throughout this session.
At one point, she thrashed around to the extent where her blindfold almost came up but Dajjay, ever being aware, secured it again in one swift motion.
He danced his ten fingers all over her soles instead of continuing his attack on a concentrated area. His dexterity could be accounted to his early days of picking fruit and selling it in a third world market place, succeeded by his former interest in American football as he entered his teen years. Dajjay, placed the giggling girl’s feet in his lap for better coverage. Rachelle couldn’t make out what was running rapidly against her delicate, near flawless soles. All she knew was that her nerve endings were definitely working efficiently. Her limited movement coupled with the tickling sensation that was now concentrated on her heels made her feel absolutely helpless. To make matters worse the only outlet that she could have had, laughter, was what she was deprived of.
She was starting to feel lightheaded up until she felt a warm item with an indefinite form run side to side, seemingly concentrated on the area just beneath her toes. She managed to let out more of a high pitched muffle and the new sensation sent her bucking with conniptions. Dajjay never though that he would be putting his tongue anywhere on his enemy at any point during his lifetime. He was however enjoying it, evidenced by the “tent” that was on the verge of being fully “pitched” in his Adidas sweatpants and he decided that he wouldn’t deprive himself of a good time.
Rachelle then started to feel the warm assailant make it’s way in between her toes. She tried to clench them together as much as possible to prevent penetration but it proved no use. The attack occurred on every one of her toes and all of the spaces in between which she felt was the worst part of it. She didn’t know if she was staying or going. She could tell if everything around her was going black or if it only the effect of the blindfold. Dajjay enjoyed licking long, slow, deliberate strokes on Rachelle’s helpless soles.
After about five agonizing minutes of this episode, it became too much. Her constant writhing, and suppressed laughter, combined with a lack of energy source (i.e. food) for the previous nine hours contributed to her ultimately passing out. She wasn’t able to completely tell however, being that the maddening sensation of Dajjay’s tongue all over her long soles continued working while she was knocked out. Even in her unconscious state, she appeared to be feeling the continuing torture as she would make sporadic movements every dozen seconds or so.
Dajjay began to ponder if she was having dreams but he realized he had little time to think about this. Two hours had passed since he started and it was 15 minutes passed ten. Which in turn meant that it was 15 minutes passed curfew.
He hastily put Rachelle’s sock and shoes back on, respectively, and then had to free her. After removing the gag, untying her wrists and ankles, and removing the blind fold, he plopped her back into the trolley and covered her with the tarp. He pushed the cart out in the hall way in front of the first period class that she embarrassed him in more than twelve hours ago and left it there. He then ran back to his dorm room, which isn’t too far and threw himself in his bath tub of his private dorm bathroom. He turned the water on and was relieved that he made it back in time before he was caught. After about five minutes, he chuckled to himself realizing that the rushing was all for not. In his first day of being a senior, he forgot that curfews only applied to underclassmen
Whatever the case, Dajjay felt that his best work wasn‘t finished yet he planned another attack on Rachelle‘s “gunboats”. But he decided that he would strike when giving more time. He had his mental calendar circled on December 12. The day that the winter break would begin and not end until January 20th. “Yes, yes….this is when I shall set the stage once more” the handsome teenager thought aloud……………..............................................
TBC
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When the up-tempo music of Machel Montano was turned off, anybody walking within the vicinity of the auditorium could hear the bodies of Rodney Gordon, Delano Shields, and two others hit the floor collectively with an emphatic thud. Antonio Palmer held on to a curtain for balance and Reneto Walcott staggered a bit as he tried to maintain his balance. Dajjay had just run his squad through an intensive practice that was the same length of the one that took place that morning. The dance crew however, was able to get away with more errors in their footwork and positioning and spinning as Dajjay’s mind was still focused on the feet of Rachelle Taylor.
“Okay Thorns, I want to bring to your atten-”
“BLLEHUH!!” vomited Delano, off the side of the stage.
Dajjay would be lying if he told anyone that this didn’t upset him. Delano used to be one of the featured dancers of the squad, however a lengthy hiatus left him a smidge out of shape and it was assumed that he hadn’t been eating a recommended diet.
“As I was saying”, the (second) in command continued “I want to bring to the attention of all of you that due to the return of Judas Walco-, I mean Reneto Walcott, I am not longer going to be in charge when you all leave the auditorium today. It is now eight o’clock so on an academic note, I want you all to return to your respective dorms and/or place of residence and get washed up and get straight to your studies.”
“I have a question” Rodney cut in.
“Any question pertaining to the squad must be addressed to Judas, after you are dismissed”. Dajjay calmly replied.
“It’s Reneto!” Exclaimed the 20-year-old senior namesake.
“Yes, yes my….sincere apologies.” Offered the apiring choreographer currently in charge.
“Yo! It could be just me, but I couldn’t help but hear the sound of a muffled female scre-”
“It’s just you.” Dajjay quipped back to Delano who, to his relief, decided to verbally interject this time around. “…..Oh yeah! Delano?”
“Yo.”
“Clean up your ‘reflex’ from the floor. I like practicing in the auditorium, don’t blow the opportunity. Seen?”
About 5 minutes later, the vomit was cleaned up, and the team had dispersed with the exception of Dajjay who lingered behind to check up on his “prize”.
Dajjay walked to the furthest stage curtain and checked on Rachelle who appeared to be asleep. One trolley, one tarp and 5 minutes later, he managed to get his female adversary into his dorm room unnoticed.
He wasted no time in picking up where he left off prior to the practice. Rachelle was brought back to consciousness by a light tickling sensation in the middle of her soles. Alas, she realized that she was still restricted to wiggling movements but she also realized that she was no longer on the hardwood floor of the auditorium, but rather somewhat of a carpet rug. She attempted to scream when she become aware of this perpetuating nightmare, but the gag held her attempts to no louder than a conversation between two people less than a yard apart. Dajjay continued his task on the size ten pair of feet in front of him all the while driving Ms. Taylor mad.
“MMHMHMHMHMHMHMH” was all that Rachelle could muster throughout this session.
At one point, she thrashed around to the extent where her blindfold almost came up but Dajjay, ever being aware, secured it again in one swift motion.
He danced his ten fingers all over her soles instead of continuing his attack on a concentrated area. His dexterity could be accounted to his early days of picking fruit and selling it in a third world market place, succeeded by his former interest in American football as he entered his teen years. Dajjay, placed the giggling girl’s feet in his lap for better coverage. Rachelle couldn’t make out what was running rapidly against her delicate, near flawless soles. All she knew was that her nerve endings were definitely working efficiently. Her limited movement coupled with the tickling sensation that was now concentrated on her heels made her feel absolutely helpless. To make matters worse the only outlet that she could have had, laughter, was what she was deprived of.
She was starting to feel lightheaded up until she felt a warm item with an indefinite form run side to side, seemingly concentrated on the area just beneath her toes. She managed to let out more of a high pitched muffle and the new sensation sent her bucking with conniptions. Dajjay never though that he would be putting his tongue anywhere on his enemy at any point during his lifetime. He was however enjoying it, evidenced by the “tent” that was on the verge of being fully “pitched” in his Adidas sweatpants and he decided that he wouldn’t deprive himself of a good time.
Rachelle then started to feel the warm assailant make it’s way in between her toes. She tried to clench them together as much as possible to prevent penetration but it proved no use. The attack occurred on every one of her toes and all of the spaces in between which she felt was the worst part of it. She didn’t know if she was staying or going. She could tell if everything around her was going black or if it only the effect of the blindfold. Dajjay enjoyed licking long, slow, deliberate strokes on Rachelle’s helpless soles.
After about five agonizing minutes of this episode, it became too much. Her constant writhing, and suppressed laughter, combined with a lack of energy source (i.e. food) for the previous nine hours contributed to her ultimately passing out. She wasn’t able to completely tell however, being that the maddening sensation of Dajjay’s tongue all over her long soles continued working while she was knocked out. Even in her unconscious state, she appeared to be feeling the continuing torture as she would make sporadic movements every dozen seconds or so.
Dajjay began to ponder if she was having dreams but he realized he had little time to think about this. Two hours had passed since he started and it was 15 minutes passed ten. Which in turn meant that it was 15 minutes passed curfew.
He hastily put Rachelle’s sock and shoes back on, respectively, and then had to free her. After removing the gag, untying her wrists and ankles, and removing the blind fold, he plopped her back into the trolley and covered her with the tarp. He pushed the cart out in the hall way in front of the first period class that she embarrassed him in more than twelve hours ago and left it there. He then ran back to his dorm room, which isn’t too far and threw himself in his bath tub of his private dorm bathroom. He turned the water on and was relieved that he made it back in time before he was caught. After about five minutes, he chuckled to himself realizing that the rushing was all for not. In his first day of being a senior, he forgot that curfews only applied to underclassmen
Whatever the case, Dajjay felt that his best work wasn‘t finished yet he planned another attack on Rachelle‘s “gunboats”. But he decided that he would strike when giving more time. He had his mental calendar circled on December 12. The day that the winter break would begin and not end until January 20th. “Yes, yes….this is when I shall set the stage once more” the handsome teenager thought aloud……………..............................................
TBC
