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Showdown with Heather

(no sex)

Written by Wayac

Copyright © 2011 - 2013 Wayac; All Rights Reserved.

This is a spinoff of the epic e-novel Six Times a Day by Spacer X.


Alan walked up to the theater room door, noticing that it was already ajar – the final evidence of Heather's betrayal. He paused and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the imminent showdown. Here goes nothing, he thought.

Stepping inside, he saw her standing at the other end of the room. Her arms were crossed in triumph, a confident smirk proudly displayed on her exquisite face. Heather Morgan, queen of the school and, up until today, Alan's personal Bitchslut.

"I see you let yourself in," Alan said quietly, closing the door behind him.

Her eyes flashed with victory as she heard him acknowledge her advantage.

"I've got you, SIR," she crowed, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "I've got you, and now I'm going to be in charge. Just like it always should have been." This was it. Months of scheming and planning and pretending and she finally had him. She waited eagerly for him to begin begging for mercy. Or angrily fuming before admitting her superiority.

Instead, he didn't do anything.

Heather's smirk faded a little. The edge from her victorious high began to dull.

"So," he finally said, still not betraying any emotion. "I'm assuming you're going to blackmail me with your recording? Force me to do whatever you want to keep you from turning me over to the authorities, is that it, Heather?"

She flinched at the sound of her own name. Alan hadn't spoken it in weeks, instead calling her by her title of Bitchslut. Heather realized to her own disgust that she still craved his total dominance over her. The return to her normal name felt unfulfilling, empty somehow.

"Well, I'm not playing your little game," Alan went on. "You're going to give me the recording right now."

Heather could feel it, the same feeling she had every time she ever tried to stand up to him. He was like an uncontrollable force, breaking her resolve, making her give in to her carnal desires. She tried to hold her ground.

"I'm not giving you anything. I own your ass now, Alan."

Her confidence wavered again as she realized she hadn't said Alan's name in a while either. Even in her most rebellious times she would still refer to him as "Sir," and changing now made her feel less special.

This can't be happening! she screamed in her mind. I'm supposed to be in control, but once again he's gaining the upper hand just by acting like he's in charge!

"You don't want to own me, and you know it."

She glared at him, but he continued on before she could respond.

"Sure, maybe you can force me to go through with whatever it is you've planned. You know I would do anything to protect Katherine or my mom. But think about it, Heather. What would it be like if that happened? How would you feel if I was just your slave and nothing more?"

"It wouldn't be the same," he voiced her thoughts. "I would be like every other male who already grovels at your feet. Pathetic. Boring."

Alan stepped forward until he was standing right in front of her. "And you know what would make it worse? Thinking how good it could have been. Remember Thanksgiving? Remember standing in front of the mirror in your room? You will never feel that again if you do this."

Heather trembled as the memories flooded her. Those had been the happiest times in her life. Times when she had been the most vulnerable and yet somehow at the same time the most satisfied, the most comforted, even the most loved. The thought of turning Alan into what every other boy at school was appalled her.

"You know what really galls me?" he asked softly. "Even though everyone warned me to stay away from you, even though they begged me to give up trying to change you, I still tried."

He reached up and gently stroked her cheek. She was immediately taken aback by the intimate gesture. Although most of her sexual encounters with Alan were rough and abusive, sparking her arousal, this mere touch ignited something deep inside her, a longing more powerful than any lust she'd experienced.

"There IS a girl worth loving in there," he said, barely above a whisper. "She's beautiful and smart and just as sexy as the Heather Morgan that owns this school. But she's also capable of loving people besides herself, able to trust others enough that they can love her too."

His hand dropped.

"That's what kills me. I found that girl. I started falling in love with her. But you couldn't let that happen, could you?"

"No! No, that's not true!" Heather pleaded, forgetting that she was supposed to be the one in charge. "I can be worthy of your love. Just give me another chance!" She felt tears forming in her eyes, which added more to her emotional downward spiral.

"Come on, Heather!" Alan yelled, slamming his fist against the wall. "You know that won't work! If I give you another chance, before I'm out the door you'll already be scheming again!" He checked his anger, biting back the urge to continue his tirade.

Heather was shocked to silence at his outburst, unable to think of anything to say as Alan calmed himself. The worst part of it was, she realized that everything he had just said was true.

"I... I'm sorry, Sir," she finally whispered.

"I'm sorry too. You're so damned scared to really open up to someone that you've buried the girl I love within yourself, so deep that even you can't find her. That's what hurts the most about all this."

For the first time, she saw the pain in his eyes. He'd never let himself show weakness until now. It wasn't what she'd expected.

Instead of reveling in breaking her tormentor, Heather was shaken to the core with grief. She couldn't get satisfaction for provoking that look because it wasn't for her; it was for the other girl he loved that was bottled up within her. The full weight of understanding hit her as she realized that they were both suffering for her inability to allow herself to be loved. Her need for control was so great that she'd pushed away the best thing in her life.

The tears flowed freely now. Heather sank to her knees, clutching at her sides as she sobbed. Alan almost gave in to the urge to comfort her, to tell her he'd give her another chance. But he forced himself to stand firm, to stay in control.

Heather's hand slid forward slowly, pushing a small recorder toward him. She looked up at him, her eyes desperate. "Take it. It's the only copy."

Slowly Alan crouched down to pick up the recorder, his eyes never leaving hers. He stood, still not saying a word as Heather searched his face for any sign of forgiveness. He turned to go.

"WAIT!" She hated how weak she sounded. But she hated giving him up even more. "Please, Alan. Please don't leave me."

Alan waited a long moment before answering, not turning to look at her. "I told you what would happen if you crossed me again."

Heather felt a deep chill piercing her as she realized just how close he was to fulfilling his promised punishment.

Finally looking back to face her, he stared her right in the eye to drive his next point home. "I would have forgiven you for just about anything you could have done to me. But you went after my family, and I can't let that pass. It's over. Goodbye, Heather."

Then he left.

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