Northridge High School Feud (part 5)
By Tcheser
Amber couldn't take any more. She had lost her beautiful tan, her precious breasts, her lovely blonde hair, gained at least thirty pounds and seemed to be becoming a tongue tied spaz. Then her boyfriend Brad, who should have been infatuated with her, questioned her actions, and when she couldn’t adequately explain what was going on he dumped her. Her! Amber Lane! This all had to stop and it had to stop immediately. She had to see Jane and end this before her reputation was irreparably damaged.
Somehow that little bitch Jane was responsible for all of this happening. As absurd as that sounded it was the only explanation Amber could come up with. As her doctor had said, a woman doesn’t suddenly lose her breasts overnight, and yet that was what had happened. It was like magic or something and that brought her back to Jane. She had been making threats and she was a witch or something, Amber was certain of it, you could tell by the way she dressed.
Not wishing to linger in the hallways a second longer than she had to, Amber ran into a storage closet and locked herself inside. When she finally stopped crying and her hands stopped shaking she called information on her cell phone and got Jane’s number. She then took a long breath, composed herself and called Jane. After what seemed like a million rings, but was only actually six, Jane answered and in a very bored fashion asked how Amber was doing.
"You know how I'm doing you bitch!" Amber snapped "I'm in fucking hell! Now cut the crap and meet me in the old theater, y’know the one downstairs in the basement, this needs to end like right now!"
"Alright, I know where the theater is and I’ll meet you there, but you had better bring something that will clear Carol. I don't need to see you if all you're going to do is push me around and dunk my head in the toilet."
"Okay, fine!" Amber agreed. She was at her wits end and would agree to just about anything at this point. "I have something I can bring you. It’ll clear your friend for sure."
"Ok, great, see you in say... 25 minutes?"
"Make it 15"
"Okay, 15 minutes it is, bye" Jane hung up sounding far too happy and cheerful for Amber's taste. She would pay for that Amber vowed, but first she had to end her own torment. To do this however she needed first to get something.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
By Tcheser
Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.
She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.
Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.
They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.
“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
By Tcheser
Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.
She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.
Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.
They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.
“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 3)
Northridge High School Feud (part 3)
By Tcheser
Going to school the next day was not an option. Amber didn’t even consider it an option. She and her mother went to the family physician, Dr. Phelps, first thing and after having received an urgent call from her father the doctor moved his schedule around so he could see Amber without delay.
He was frankly as startled at what he found as Amber and her parents had been. “A woman doesn’t just lose her breasts over night” he said as he examined her nearly flat chest. There had to be some medical cause though he concluded despite not having a clue as to what it could be. Tests had to be done though and hopefully that would shine some light on the cause of Amber’s condition he reassured the distraught young woman and her mother. He didn’t think she was in any danger though, besides being flat-chested she seemed to be in perfect health. He told them to go home and try not to worry. He would find out the cause and set things right soon enough.
Amber considered telling Dr. Phelps about Jane. About all the weird threats she had been making and everything. She didn’t though. She hardly believed herself that such a thing was possible. She didn’t want to be locked up in a mental ward on top of everything else that had suddenly gone wrong with her. No, she decided she would put her faith in Dr. Phelps and seek a medical solution first. She found it more plausible that she had contracted some weird disease then Jane having done something to her. She was Amber Lane after all. Who the fuck was Jane?
Amber was so worried she did nothing but pace, watch videos and eat ice cream and junk food all day. No answers were forthcoming from Dr. Phelps that day however. The results he had received back already didn’t show evidence of anything wrong with Amber. He was certain the other tests which were due back in the next few days would be more helpful though.
Brad called several times. Eventually Amber answered and had to explain to her boyfriend what happened on their date the night before. She told him she had received a call on her cell phone about her grandmother being on her death bed. She had been so concerned she rushed out of the restaurant and somehow missed Brad waiting for her. Having no time to waste she caught a cab to the hospital and had been with her grandmother all night. She said she was sorry and would make it up to him over the weekend. Amber wasn’t sure he bought her story, but he seemed to like the part about her making it up to him and told her not to worry about it.
There seemed little reason for Amber to go back to school on Friday, but Amber’s mom thought it best. She wasn’t used to having Amber around the house during the day. She felt her daughter cramped her style and more importantly would cramp her scheduled liaison with the pool boy.
By Tcheser
Going to school the next day was not an option. Amber didn’t even consider it an option. She and her mother went to the family physician, Dr. Phelps, first thing and after having received an urgent call from her father the doctor moved his schedule around so he could see Amber without delay.
He was frankly as startled at what he found as Amber and her parents had been. “A woman doesn’t just lose her breasts over night” he said as he examined her nearly flat chest. There had to be some medical cause though he concluded despite not having a clue as to what it could be. Tests had to be done though and hopefully that would shine some light on the cause of Amber’s condition he reassured the distraught young woman and her mother. He didn’t think she was in any danger though, besides being flat-chested she seemed to be in perfect health. He told them to go home and try not to worry. He would find out the cause and set things right soon enough.
Amber considered telling Dr. Phelps about Jane. About all the weird threats she had been making and everything. She didn’t though. She hardly believed herself that such a thing was possible. She didn’t want to be locked up in a mental ward on top of everything else that had suddenly gone wrong with her. No, she decided she would put her faith in Dr. Phelps and seek a medical solution first. She found it more plausible that she had contracted some weird disease then Jane having done something to her. She was Amber Lane after all. Who the fuck was Jane?
Amber was so worried she did nothing but pace, watch videos and eat ice cream and junk food all day. No answers were forthcoming from Dr. Phelps that day however. The results he had received back already didn’t show evidence of anything wrong with Amber. He was certain the other tests which were due back in the next few days would be more helpful though.
Brad called several times. Eventually Amber answered and had to explain to her boyfriend what happened on their date the night before. She told him she had received a call on her cell phone about her grandmother being on her death bed. She had been so concerned she rushed out of the restaurant and somehow missed Brad waiting for her. Having no time to waste she caught a cab to the hospital and had been with her grandmother all night. She said she was sorry and would make it up to him over the weekend. Amber wasn’t sure he bought her story, but he seemed to like the part about her making it up to him and told her not to worry about it.
There seemed little reason for Amber to go back to school on Friday, but Amber’s mom thought it best. She wasn’t used to having Amber around the house during the day. She felt her daughter cramped her style and more importantly would cramp her scheduled liaison with the pool boy.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
By Tcheser
The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.
“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.
“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.
“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”
“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.
“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.
By Tcheser
The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.
“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.
“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.
“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”
“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.
“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 1)
Northridge High School Feud (part 1)
By Tcheser
There were two separate but distinct factions at Northridge High School. There were those who were popular and those who were not. There were of course many other distinctions and classifications, cliques and groups, but in the end everyone could be broken down as to belonging to either the popular group or not. The Popular ran the school. They were the beautiful people of Northridge. They were the jocks, the hot chicks and the rich kids predominantly. Nothing was done or happened with out their permission. That permission was also only given if you were one of them or did what they said to get on their good side. It was good, very good, to be one of the popular kids.
It was of course less desirable to be one of the unpopular kids. This faction was made up of everyone not of the first group. The wallflowers, the shrinking violets, the nerds, the geeks, the spazzs, the welfare cases, the burnouts, the junkies, the artists, the intellectuals, the beatniks, the individualists and everyone else who wasn’t of the social elite that ran the school. Sure they were of greater number but their level of organization and social structure was nowhere as developed as that of the minority that ran things. All they hoped to do was to make it through high school and not get picked on or humiliated too often. That was the state of affairs for everyone at Northridge high.
That is until March of the most recent school year. That was when things changed dramatically for three students at Northridge high. The first two were known as Carol Jervis and Jane Jones. Both were average students in the 11th grade currently. Carol was into science and particularly astronomy while Jane was into history, art, the school paper and mysticism. They were what one would call un-noteworthy or plain if one were rude. Carol had lank red hair and bad acne and Jane had short frizzy dishwater brown hair and thick glasses. Neither had what one would call a well developed body and they frequently were teased by the other girls because of this. Obviously they were not of the popular faction.
Amber Lane however was. She was head cheerleader, Vice President of the Celebratory committee, and Snow Princess three years running. She was an honor roll student although she never did any homework. She drove a new fire red Mazda Miata convertible and dated Brad Wells the school baseball team’s star pitcher. And as if that were not enough she was also very attractive. She had a killer body, beautiful skin and curves in all the right places, long thick naturally blonde hair, and a face she had been offered modeling gigs for. Obviously she was of the popular faction and universally despised by those beneath her. Her attitude was on par with her inflated ego and sense of self worth. She treated everyone not of her social standing like dirt beneath her feet. Most of them wished she would get hers one day, but no one really thought she ever would. She was seemingly untouchable.
That is until the day after one of the biggest football games of the year. On this day the 11th grade trigonometry teacher, Mr. Willis, found his car. It had been missing for several days and was finally found at the bottom of a ravine obscured by brush and trees. Investigators determined that someone had rammed his car, most likely intentionally and pushed it out of the parking lot and down into the deep ravine. The culprit they further determined had been driving a red car indicated by the red paint left on Mr. Willis’s car and would have damage to the front bumper and possibly fenders. Reviewing logs of who was at the school at the time the car disappeared which was after school the police came up with a list of suspects. Many were quickly tossed out as not having cars or having cars that weren’t red. The remaining received special visits in which their cars were inspected. Among them was Carol Jervis. Despite not being particularly wealthy or even middle class she had managed to afford an old beat up Chrysler. It wasn’t much but her uncle who was a whiz with motors had managed to bring it back to life for her. It they found was the right color and had damage to the front end.
To Carol’s horror and that of her family and her best friend Jane the police then proceeded to charge her with reckless destruction of private property and malicious mayhem. The motive they decided was either drugs or wanton cruelty. Her parents were able to scrape together enough money for a lawyer and Carol was released from custody after just a day, but she was suspended from school until she issued an apology to Mr. Willis AND paid for the damages to his car. The first she refused to do on principal, the second she couldn’t afford to do. She already worked part time at a nearby diner to help the family and even full time the damage came to more then she would make by the end of the year. She was crushed as this would just about destroy her academic record and any chance of a scholarship to college which was the only way she was going to get to go.
Jane did her best to comfort her friend, but it was difficult. Carol maintained that she was innocent and that only made things harder for her. Resolute in her quest to help her best friend Jane launched her own investigation. She found out little at first, but then she recalled a marker she could call in. So she made contact with the young detective in the local police force she had met while working on the paper last year. He had liked the young girl and really respected her integrity when they first met and they had been exchanging friendly emails ever since. He agreed at once to find out what he could and she was glad he did.
He found out after a little nosing around and calling in a favor of his own that there had been another prime suspect in the case, one with a better motive, better means and unfortunately better connections. The police had been none too subtly told to look elsewhere when pressure from the suspect’s father was applied. Jane nearly turned beat red with anger when she learned who the culprit most likely was. It was none other then Amber Lane. Immediately Jane embarked on a plan to clear her friends name and make Amber wish she was never born.
When Amber saw Jane walking towards her the next Monday before school she had no idea what the little “nobody” could want. She sized up the girls somewhat Goth black skirt, tights and ankh with her incongruous purple cardigan and couldn’t help but smirk. Jane on the other hand had to try hard to not attack the perky little perfect princess in her sexy belly baring top which stretched lovingly against her healthy breasts, pink trimmed white track pants and fashionable sneakers. She had to know if Amber was guilty before she did anything.
By Tcheser
There were two separate but distinct factions at Northridge High School. There were those who were popular and those who were not. There were of course many other distinctions and classifications, cliques and groups, but in the end everyone could be broken down as to belonging to either the popular group or not. The Popular ran the school. They were the beautiful people of Northridge. They were the jocks, the hot chicks and the rich kids predominantly. Nothing was done or happened with out their permission. That permission was also only given if you were one of them or did what they said to get on their good side. It was good, very good, to be one of the popular kids.
It was of course less desirable to be one of the unpopular kids. This faction was made up of everyone not of the first group. The wallflowers, the shrinking violets, the nerds, the geeks, the spazzs, the welfare cases, the burnouts, the junkies, the artists, the intellectuals, the beatniks, the individualists and everyone else who wasn’t of the social elite that ran the school. Sure they were of greater number but their level of organization and social structure was nowhere as developed as that of the minority that ran things. All they hoped to do was to make it through high school and not get picked on or humiliated too often. That was the state of affairs for everyone at Northridge high.
That is until March of the most recent school year. That was when things changed dramatically for three students at Northridge high. The first two were known as Carol Jervis and Jane Jones. Both were average students in the 11th grade currently. Carol was into science and particularly astronomy while Jane was into history, art, the school paper and mysticism. They were what one would call un-noteworthy or plain if one were rude. Carol had lank red hair and bad acne and Jane had short frizzy dishwater brown hair and thick glasses. Neither had what one would call a well developed body and they frequently were teased by the other girls because of this. Obviously they were not of the popular faction.
Amber Lane however was. She was head cheerleader, Vice President of the Celebratory committee, and Snow Princess three years running. She was an honor roll student although she never did any homework. She drove a new fire red Mazda Miata convertible and dated Brad Wells the school baseball team’s star pitcher. And as if that were not enough she was also very attractive. She had a killer body, beautiful skin and curves in all the right places, long thick naturally blonde hair, and a face she had been offered modeling gigs for. Obviously she was of the popular faction and universally despised by those beneath her. Her attitude was on par with her inflated ego and sense of self worth. She treated everyone not of her social standing like dirt beneath her feet. Most of them wished she would get hers one day, but no one really thought she ever would. She was seemingly untouchable.
That is until the day after one of the biggest football games of the year. On this day the 11th grade trigonometry teacher, Mr. Willis, found his car. It had been missing for several days and was finally found at the bottom of a ravine obscured by brush and trees. Investigators determined that someone had rammed his car, most likely intentionally and pushed it out of the parking lot and down into the deep ravine. The culprit they further determined had been driving a red car indicated by the red paint left on Mr. Willis’s car and would have damage to the front bumper and possibly fenders. Reviewing logs of who was at the school at the time the car disappeared which was after school the police came up with a list of suspects. Many were quickly tossed out as not having cars or having cars that weren’t red. The remaining received special visits in which their cars were inspected. Among them was Carol Jervis. Despite not being particularly wealthy or even middle class she had managed to afford an old beat up Chrysler. It wasn’t much but her uncle who was a whiz with motors had managed to bring it back to life for her. It they found was the right color and had damage to the front end.
To Carol’s horror and that of her family and her best friend Jane the police then proceeded to charge her with reckless destruction of private property and malicious mayhem. The motive they decided was either drugs or wanton cruelty. Her parents were able to scrape together enough money for a lawyer and Carol was released from custody after just a day, but she was suspended from school until she issued an apology to Mr. Willis AND paid for the damages to his car. The first she refused to do on principal, the second she couldn’t afford to do. She already worked part time at a nearby diner to help the family and even full time the damage came to more then she would make by the end of the year. She was crushed as this would just about destroy her academic record and any chance of a scholarship to college which was the only way she was going to get to go.
Jane did her best to comfort her friend, but it was difficult. Carol maintained that she was innocent and that only made things harder for her. Resolute in her quest to help her best friend Jane launched her own investigation. She found out little at first, but then she recalled a marker she could call in. So she made contact with the young detective in the local police force she had met while working on the paper last year. He had liked the young girl and really respected her integrity when they first met and they had been exchanging friendly emails ever since. He agreed at once to find out what he could and she was glad he did.
He found out after a little nosing around and calling in a favor of his own that there had been another prime suspect in the case, one with a better motive, better means and unfortunately better connections. The police had been none too subtly told to look elsewhere when pressure from the suspect’s father was applied. Jane nearly turned beat red with anger when she learned who the culprit most likely was. It was none other then Amber Lane. Immediately Jane embarked on a plan to clear her friends name and make Amber wish she was never born.
When Amber saw Jane walking towards her the next Monday before school she had no idea what the little “nobody” could want. She sized up the girls somewhat Goth black skirt, tights and ankh with her incongruous purple cardigan and couldn’t help but smirk. Jane on the other hand had to try hard to not attack the perky little perfect princess in her sexy belly baring top which stretched lovingly against her healthy breasts, pink trimmed white track pants and fashionable sneakers. She had to know if Amber was guilty before she did anything.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Story: On The Run
ON THE RUN
By Tcheser
The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.
I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.
I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.
By Tcheser
The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.
I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.
I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (part 3)
Angie's Vacation From Stardom
Part 3
By Tcheser
Now than Angie had eaten, rested and was now clean and dressed, Martha decided it was time to have a serious talk with the mysterious girl. She led Angie into the charming little living room of her apartment and sat her down on the sofa next to her. “Alright, Angie, I’m a generous person and a good Christian, but if I am going to help you there are some things that I need to know. Do you understand? Can I ask you a few questions?”
Angie wasn’t sure where this was going and just replied “Okay.”
Pleased that Angie was cooperating Martha smiled “First, where are you from? You don’t look like you have been on the streets long. Are you running away from home? Is there someone who is missing you?”
Thinking quickly Angie gave Martha details from a character she had played in a made for TV movie that never saw the light of day. “No, no one is looking for me. My mother raised me by herself and she recently had a mental breakdown and had to be put into an institution. The state found me a foster home but it was horrible so I told them I was leaving, but they could keep the state stipend if they didn’t report me missing.”
Martha just shook her head at the sad story. Angie wasn’t sure if she was being believed or not. “How long ago was that? How have you been surviving?” Martha asked.
Part 3
Now than Angie had eaten, rested and was now clean and dressed, Martha decided it was time to have a serious talk with the mysterious girl. She led Angie into the charming little living room of her apartment and sat her down on the sofa next to her. “Alright, Angie, I’m a generous person and a good Christian, but if I am going to help you there are some things that I need to know. Do you understand? Can I ask you a few questions?”
Angie wasn’t sure where this was going and just replied “Okay.”
Pleased that Angie was cooperating Martha smiled “First, where are you from? You don’t look like you have been on the streets long. Are you running away from home? Is there someone who is missing you?”
Thinking quickly Angie gave Martha details from a character she had played in a made for TV movie that never saw the light of day. “No, no one is looking for me. My mother raised me by herself and she recently had a mental breakdown and had to be put into an institution. The state found me a foster home but it was horrible so I told them I was leaving, but they could keep the state stipend if they didn’t report me missing.”
Martha just shook her head at the sad story. Angie wasn’t sure if she was being believed or not. “How long ago was that? How have you been surviving?” Martha asked.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (part 2)
Angie's Vacation From Stardom
Part 2
Part 2
By Tcheser
By the next afternoon Angie had given up thinking that she was on an adventure. The pampered celebrity who was used to only the finer things was miserable and about to give up no matter how humiliating it would be for her.
She had hardly slept a wink the previous night. Unable to get even a cheap hotel room as she had no money after being robbed, she was forced to sleep outside. Inexperienced in such things she didn't know where she could lay down and was continually rousted by patrolman, sketchy types, and other vagrants. She ended up walking around all night and come dawn she went to the park and slept on the grass pretending to just be someone out enjoying the day. That wasn’t so bad, but then she started to get hungry. She wasn’t used to missing meals and by that afternoon she had missed two.
Walking down the street she practically drooled looking in the windows of all the restaurants and eateries. Before today she could have gone into any one of them and ordered whatever she wanted and probably gotten it for free because of her celebrity status. Today though she was a nobody and without money she couldn’t even get a crust of bread. She needed to get some money she realized or she would starve.
By the next afternoon Angie had given up thinking that she was on an adventure. The pampered celebrity who was used to only the finer things was miserable and about to give up no matter how humiliating it would be for her.
She had hardly slept a wink the previous night. Unable to get even a cheap hotel room as she had no money after being robbed, she was forced to sleep outside. Inexperienced in such things she didn't know where she could lay down and was continually rousted by patrolman, sketchy types, and other vagrants. She ended up walking around all night and come dawn she went to the park and slept on the grass pretending to just be someone out enjoying the day. That wasn’t so bad, but then she started to get hungry. She wasn’t used to missing meals and by that afternoon she had missed two.
Walking down the street she practically drooled looking in the windows of all the restaurants and eateries. Before today she could have gone into any one of them and ordered whatever she wanted and probably gotten it for free because of her celebrity status. Today though she was a nobody and without money she couldn’t even get a crust of bread. She needed to get some money she realized or she would starve.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Story: Angie's Vacation From Stardom (Part 1)
ANGIE'S VACATION FROM STARDOM
Part 1
By Tcheser
Angie was what the press called a celebrity. It wasn't exactly the same as being called a talented, award winning performer, her dream once upon a time, but the money was nearly as good and with that she was able to live a lifestyle most people could only dream of attaining. She had homes in half a dozen cities, a yacht, beautiful designer clothes, entrance to any club or events she wanted to attend and a line of men around the block. All this and she was still just 24 years old.
Unfortunately being a celebrity was also very draining. Everywhere she went she was recognized and swarmed by fans. They wanted to say hello, bask in her radiance, get a glimpse of the person they had seen on TV and in all the magazines. They got annoying quickly, but she could deal with them. Then there were the crazies, the obsessive fans, weirdos, perverts and stalkers. They wanted to creep her out at the least and at the worst they wanted to do unspeakable things to her. Because of them she couldn't go out by herself and was forced by her agent and insurance company to hire a private security detail to escort her wherever she went. She couldn’t even go across the street for crying out loud. More often than not she felt like a prisoner in her lavish penthouse. A singing bird in a gilded cage.
One day she had finally had enough. She decided that for the sake of her own sanity, that she was going to take a break from it all.
Part 1
By Tcheser
Angie was what the press called a celebrity. It wasn't exactly the same as being called a talented, award winning performer, her dream once upon a time, but the money was nearly as good and with that she was able to live a lifestyle most people could only dream of attaining. She had homes in half a dozen cities, a yacht, beautiful designer clothes, entrance to any club or events she wanted to attend and a line of men around the block. All this and she was still just 24 years old.
Unfortunately being a celebrity was also very draining. Everywhere she went she was recognized and swarmed by fans. They wanted to say hello, bask in her radiance, get a glimpse of the person they had seen on TV and in all the magazines. They got annoying quickly, but she could deal with them. Then there were the crazies, the obsessive fans, weirdos, perverts and stalkers. They wanted to creep her out at the least and at the worst they wanted to do unspeakable things to her. Because of them she couldn't go out by herself and was forced by her agent and insurance company to hire a private security detail to escort her wherever she went. She couldn’t even go across the street for crying out loud. More often than not she felt like a prisoner in her lavish penthouse. A singing bird in a gilded cage.
One day she had finally had enough. She decided that for the sake of her own sanity, that she was going to take a break from it all.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Animations
Awhile back I created a number of simple animated stories on a site called Goanimate.com. I looked through them again recently and decided that others might be interested in viewing them so I have made them all public. Take a look.
http://goanimate.com/videos/0C-ptzQz81-o?utm_source=linkshare&utm_medium=linkshare&utm_campaign=usercontent
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
More Comic Strips
My strips can be found here: Tcheser's Comic Strips
Monday, June 23, 2014
Story: Adopting Trouble
ADOPTING TROUBLE
By Tcheser
An Atlanta court late last August confirmed a ruling that allowed wannabe business tycoon John Grant to adopt his girlfriend Tiffany Harris who is currently 19 years of age. As a result of all this Tiffany has been recognized as another one of Grant's "children" under the trust fund that had been set up by he and his former wife Carroll Grant for their biological children in 2007.
According to court documents, John Grant and Tiffany entered an adoption agreement contract that paid her $4 million immediately at the signing of agreement, another $3 million by the end of 2014, and lifetime payments valued at an estimated $11.75 million, a total of $16.75 million over time.
Georgia's Third District Court of Appeals Senior Judge Alan R. Smith wrote that the adoption of a "paramour" or lover was "so contrary to the beneficent purposes of such an action as to be repugnant" but then ruled that it was technically not against the law and therefore could only uphold the ruling of the lower court that allowed the adoption.
Carol Grant, John Grant's exwife and the mother of their two children, filed the appeal, according to court records. Attorneys for Grant commented that she opposed the adoption as it was simply a vile, underhanded and contemptible attempt by her morally deficient former husband to secure part of his fortune from her while they were negotiating a divorce settlement.
By Tcheser
An Atlanta court late last August confirmed a ruling that allowed wannabe business tycoon John Grant to adopt his girlfriend Tiffany Harris who is currently 19 years of age. As a result of all this Tiffany has been recognized as another one of Grant's "children" under the trust fund that had been set up by he and his former wife Carroll Grant for their biological children in 2007.
According to court documents, John Grant and Tiffany entered an adoption agreement contract that paid her $4 million immediately at the signing of agreement, another $3 million by the end of 2014, and lifetime payments valued at an estimated $11.75 million, a total of $16.75 million over time.
Georgia's Third District Court of Appeals Senior Judge Alan R. Smith wrote that the adoption of a "paramour" or lover was "so contrary to the beneficent purposes of such an action as to be repugnant" but then ruled that it was technically not against the law and therefore could only uphold the ruling of the lower court that allowed the adoption.
Carol Grant, John Grant's exwife and the mother of their two children, filed the appeal, according to court records. Attorneys for Grant commented that she opposed the adoption as it was simply a vile, underhanded and contemptible attempt by her morally deficient former husband to secure part of his fortune from her while they were negotiating a divorce settlement.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Story: Super Punishment
Super Punishment
By Tcheser
The laser guided missiles continued to rain out of the sleek Lexcorp Mecha at a tremendous rate. Dodging and smashing them was getting tiresome for the man of steel. A few had already hit him and despite not even breaking his skin the explosions were quite hot and put him in a foul mood. He was really getting sick of having to constantly stop the evil plots of billionaire financial genius Lex Luther. As he closed in on the still rapidly firing Mecha, Superman wished the machine was Lex. Wished he was fighting the man himself instead of the fifty ton armored battle drone. For then when he ducked under its arms and came up with a metal rending uppercut it would have done more then just destroy another multimillion dollar war machine.
Unfortunately that was not the reality of the situation. As Superman stood over the smoking remains of the Mecha he had to once again check his anger and remember he could never engage a mere human in combat like he had the Mecha. Humans were fragile and almost more then they needed his brawn they needed him to lead by his example. What kind of hero would he be if he went into Lex Luthor's office and used his heat vision to burn the evil man to ashes?
Looking back over his shoulder Superman saw the devastation the robot had caused though. He hadn’t been able to catch or destroy all the missiles the robot had carelessly launched his way and many had soared on and crashed into the city. Cars were on fire, the streets were marked with craters and there were buildings damaged. People lived in this section of Metropolis. Families with Kids. How could Lex be so heartless? Despite his outrage he couldn’t do as he felt and execute Lex though. Still something had to be done and with that decided and the press about to converge on him Superman took to the sky.
By Tcheser
The laser guided missiles continued to rain out of the sleek Lexcorp Mecha at a tremendous rate. Dodging and smashing them was getting tiresome for the man of steel. A few had already hit him and despite not even breaking his skin the explosions were quite hot and put him in a foul mood. He was really getting sick of having to constantly stop the evil plots of billionaire financial genius Lex Luther. As he closed in on the still rapidly firing Mecha, Superman wished the machine was Lex. Wished he was fighting the man himself instead of the fifty ton armored battle drone. For then when he ducked under its arms and came up with a metal rending uppercut it would have done more then just destroy another multimillion dollar war machine.
Unfortunately that was not the reality of the situation. As Superman stood over the smoking remains of the Mecha he had to once again check his anger and remember he could never engage a mere human in combat like he had the Mecha. Humans were fragile and almost more then they needed his brawn they needed him to lead by his example. What kind of hero would he be if he went into Lex Luthor's office and used his heat vision to burn the evil man to ashes?
Looking back over his shoulder Superman saw the devastation the robot had caused though. He hadn’t been able to catch or destroy all the missiles the robot had carelessly launched his way and many had soared on and crashed into the city. Cars were on fire, the streets were marked with craters and there were buildings damaged. People lived in this section of Metropolis. Families with Kids. How could Lex be so heartless? Despite his outrage he couldn’t do as he felt and execute Lex though. Still something had to be done and with that decided and the press about to converge on him Superman took to the sky.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Comic Strips
If you haven't tried it, then I recommend giving Bitstrips a chance. I have made a few comic strips based on stories and ideas I found amusing and there is a plethora of other interesting comic strips there as well.
My strips can be found here: Tcheser's Comic Strips
Monday, January 27, 2014
Story: The Experiment
The research team headed by Dr. Andrea Miller was the most respected and most well funded at Northridge Tech. Between her clever assistant Brandy Myers, sexy computer expert Sandra Peters; and college intern Wendy Lewis they shared a 9500 square foot laboratory, had access to the most advanced scientific equipment available anywhere, and even had their own security guard, the ever present Melanie Lopez.
For the last five years these scientists had been working on developing a brand new compound. Naturally after spending such a long period of time working on it they were anxious to see some results. Then one day, Andrea, the head of the project, promised them all that the long wait was nearly over. She had looked over everything carefully, double and triple checking that everything was correct, and was now as certain as was humanly possible that they could fire up the high tech processor they had created and finally synthesize the compound.
Thrilled the team took their places and prepared themselves to be famous. Having no real part to play in the experiment Melanie stood by the single entrance to the lab and made sure no one disturbed them during this critical phase. The rest of them stood near the processor eager to see if their hard work bore fruit. Then when everyone and everything was in place Andrea gave the signal and Sandra initiated the processing sequence from her terminal.
At first everything seemed to be going smoothly. The processor started up and all the readings they were getting from it seemed to be well within the parameters they expected. Then the lights began to flash and the processor went haywire and exploded. The laboratory was bathed in a super bright green light and for a moment they all thought they were dead. Then the light faded away and they discovered that they were seemingly unharmed.
The lab was a mess though. There were broken bits of the processor all over the place and all the computers were fried. Despite a few bruises and some minor cuts from flying glass, which Melanie applied first aid for; the team however was remarkably unhurt. They counted themselves very lucky. Things could have been a whole lot worse. As it was they failed to synthesize the compound, but that was okay, they could build another processor and try again. With the data they collect during the experiment, which was safely stored outside the lab, they could make an even better processor.
Andrea decided to give the team the rest of the day off. They could start rebuilding everything tomorrow. She then wrote a detailed report about what had happened for her boss there at Northridge Tech and then left work herself.
For the last five years these scientists had been working on developing a brand new compound. Naturally after spending such a long period of time working on it they were anxious to see some results. Then one day, Andrea, the head of the project, promised them all that the long wait was nearly over. She had looked over everything carefully, double and triple checking that everything was correct, and was now as certain as was humanly possible that they could fire up the high tech processor they had created and finally synthesize the compound.
Thrilled the team took their places and prepared themselves to be famous. Having no real part to play in the experiment Melanie stood by the single entrance to the lab and made sure no one disturbed them during this critical phase. The rest of them stood near the processor eager to see if their hard work bore fruit. Then when everyone and everything was in place Andrea gave the signal and Sandra initiated the processing sequence from her terminal.
At first everything seemed to be going smoothly. The processor started up and all the readings they were getting from it seemed to be well within the parameters they expected. Then the lights began to flash and the processor went haywire and exploded. The laboratory was bathed in a super bright green light and for a moment they all thought they were dead. Then the light faded away and they discovered that they were seemingly unharmed.
The lab was a mess though. There were broken bits of the processor all over the place and all the computers were fried. Despite a few bruises and some minor cuts from flying glass, which Melanie applied first aid for; the team however was remarkably unhurt. They counted themselves very lucky. Things could have been a whole lot worse. As it was they failed to synthesize the compound, but that was okay, they could build another processor and try again. With the data they collect during the experiment, which was safely stored outside the lab, they could make an even better processor.
Andrea decided to give the team the rest of the day off. They could start rebuilding everything tomorrow. She then wrote a detailed report about what had happened for her boss there at Northridge Tech and then left work herself.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Story: A Bad Morning
Eric thought little of it when the woman pushed past him on the subway in her hurry to exit the train. She was after all just a big titted, peroxide blonde, tramp-stamped redneck. She had probably never heard of a little thing called common courtesy. And from the look of her cleavage baring once white tank top, cheap faux fur jacket, ultra short daisy dukes, garish fake nails and bright red heels, she had clearly never heard of good taste either.
Eric never intended to give the incident another thought, but then as the train pulled away from the station he saw the woman again as she stood there on the platform smoking a menthol. She looked back at him and then smiled and shrugged apologetically. “Sorry” she seemed to say.
Assuming she was trying to make amends for bumping into him Eric smiled back and waved it off. “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He mouthed. Maybe she had more class than he had given her credit for he began to think.
Then the woman reached into her purse and pulled out a wallet. A brown leather wallet that looked oddly familiar… It was his wallet! That bitch had stolen his wallet! Unfortunately by the time Eric realized that she had his wallet the train was well and truly moving and there was no way for him to get off and get it back. He watched the trailer trash bitch until the train entered the tunnel and then she was gone.
Eric never intended to give the incident another thought, but then as the train pulled away from the station he saw the woman again as she stood there on the platform smoking a menthol. She looked back at him and then smiled and shrugged apologetically. “Sorry” she seemed to say.
Assuming she was trying to make amends for bumping into him Eric smiled back and waved it off. “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He mouthed. Maybe she had more class than he had given her credit for he began to think.
Then the woman reached into her purse and pulled out a wallet. A brown leather wallet that looked oddly familiar… It was his wallet! That bitch had stolen his wallet! Unfortunately by the time Eric realized that she had his wallet the train was well and truly moving and there was no way for him to get off and get it back. He watched the trailer trash bitch until the train entered the tunnel and then she was gone.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Story: The Bittys
Lara was uniformly despised by all
the women at Lehman’s real estate. They believed she was a flirt and a tease
and was setting a bad example. They believed all she did all day was strut
about the office tossing her long dark luxurious hair at any man that came
through the door. No decent 21st century woman should flaunt themselves before
a man and adore his attentions as she did! No woman particularly Lara should
receive so much attention either they figured. Not more then they received
certainly. Not when she went around shamelessly displaying her body in her
tight designer outfits and sky high heels. Had she no decency! None of them
ever displayed themselves in such a way. They dressed with modesty and decorum.
Worse still her seductive and
charming ways entranced their clients more then they cared to admit and they
had all lost clients to her. None of them wished to admit that they could
have been nicer to their male clientele, but that was the kind of nasty
old bittys they were.
Then the quarterly figures came out
and Lara was at the top for the third quarter in a row. Only during her first
quarter had she had lower figures than anyone else. It was clear she was
hurting them. Something had to be done.
So they decided to do something
about it.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Story: Ingredients For The Perfect Spanking
INGREDIENTS FOR THE PERFECT SPANKING
By Tcheser
Polly looked over everything one final time. It all had to be perfect. It all had to be right. Her husband Ben would be home soon and if anything was out of place it would simply ruin what she had planned. As if checking off items on a shopping list she walked through the house the two of them shared and made certain each element was just the way she wanted it and that it was in it's particular place.
There was the dent in the fender of Ben's classic Porsche roadster which she had purposely left out in the driveway rather than in the garage where he usually kept it. It was neither too big nor too small. Not the kind one gets when one is in a serious accident. Not the kind to raise real concern. Just large enough to be readily noticeable and of the sort that one gets when one is careless parking a car.
Then there was the putter she carelessly dropped in the middle of the foyer. Not putting it back in her husband's golf bag was a nice touch she thought, but it could be improved on though she decided, and after a moment's consideration she picked up the club and broke it over her knee before returning the pieces back to where they were on the carpet. Now it would seem that whoever had used it not only didn't put it back but had also apparently broken it.
The cool draft coming from the artfully shattered upstairs window would catch someone's attention even if they missed the glass beneath their feet somehow. She was quite proud of the shot she had made to make this happen and doubted she could do it again if she tried. It was also a mess that someone should have really cleaned up, it was careless not to, but more importantly it was dangerous.
By Tcheser
Polly looked over everything one final time. It all had to be perfect. It all had to be right. Her husband Ben would be home soon and if anything was out of place it would simply ruin what she had planned. As if checking off items on a shopping list she walked through the house the two of them shared and made certain each element was just the way she wanted it and that it was in it's particular place.
There was the dent in the fender of Ben's classic Porsche roadster which she had purposely left out in the driveway rather than in the garage where he usually kept it. It was neither too big nor too small. Not the kind one gets when one is in a serious accident. Not the kind to raise real concern. Just large enough to be readily noticeable and of the sort that one gets when one is careless parking a car.
Then there was the putter she carelessly dropped in the middle of the foyer. Not putting it back in her husband's golf bag was a nice touch she thought, but it could be improved on though she decided, and after a moment's consideration she picked up the club and broke it over her knee before returning the pieces back to where they were on the carpet. Now it would seem that whoever had used it not only didn't put it back but had also apparently broken it.
The cool draft coming from the artfully shattered upstairs window would catch someone's attention even if they missed the glass beneath their feet somehow. She was quite proud of the shot she had made to make this happen and doubted she could do it again if she tried. It was also a mess that someone should have really cleaned up, it was careless not to, but more importantly it was dangerous.
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