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Meanwhile Back at Northtown High.

Hanging up her call to Andrea and happy that she had put the wheels in motion for her plan, Miranda with a self-satisfied smile made her way back from the sports centre Gym to the corridors of the main school building.. 
(Miranda)(Talking to herself) OK.. Andrea is on board with getting Mrs P to a Society meeting so I can cross that off my list.. Now all I need to do is show how helpful I am in making her little prince rise in social stature here at school..
The milling of students rushing in all directions to get to their next class bumped into the teen causing her smile to disappear and one of annoyance to quickly replace it..
(Miranda) Oh, seriously.. You Plebs are like lemmings running to the cliff when the bell rings..
Looking through the sea of faces a small smirk reappeared on Miranda’s face as from a distance Dylan walking with another student emerged through the throng of faces.. Integral to her plan Miranda knew that the key to gaining Sophia’s assistance was by showing her worth by ingratiating herself to her pride and joy, Dylan.. 
(Miranda) (Whisper/smirk) And so the prince appears, Its as if he has been summoned to do my bidding.. here lies the key to my success.. (Wicked smile)..
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Standing directly in his path Miranda striking a casual but alluring stance blocked Dylans path as he abruptly stopped in front of her caught off guard by her staring straight at him..
(Miranda) Hi Sporto..(Sexy smile).. Fancy meeting you here.. (Exaggerated friendly tone)..
(Dylan) Oh.. Hey.. Miranda.. Hi.. Umm.. Yeah, meeting you in the halls at school.. what’s the odds huh.. (Attempted casual tone)..
(Miranda) (Cocking her eye at him) Yeah.. What the odds (eyeroll), but it’s almost like you have been avoiding me or something??
Turning on an overly warm and friendly tone Dylan recoiled slightly in confusion as the teen he had been walking with looked on in wonder as to why Miranda was even talking to him..
(Dylan)(Confused)(Leaning in to speak in hushed tone) Umm, Its just you said I shouldn’t speak to you unless, you know.. (*)Page40 Ch4
(Miranda) (Ignoring Dylans confusion in front of the other student) Yes, Yes that’s right.. Don’t speak to me in the library as old Mrs Jones cracks the shits.. Anyways you and me need to talk further about yesterday.. I dropped by your house this morning but..
(Dylan)(Cutting her off shocked) What!!.. You came by the house.. when??.. Umm.. shit I didn’t know..
(Miranda)(thinking) Yep, you didn’t know did you.. And now you don’t know what I know.. Poor little worm squirming on the hook.. mmmm I don’t think I will reel you in yet.. I think more time on the lure is needed.. (Inner Grin).. The poor little prince will be desperate to know what I might have seen..
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(Miranda) Yeah I was hoping your mom might have been able to give me another lift to school.. I didn’t think you would mind seeing how you seemed to enjoy the “Scenic’ View you had yesterday.. (Sexy Smile)..
(Dylan) (Flustered) Oh.. Um.. Yeah sure we can give you a lift anytime.. Umm it’s just We had a morning training session today and .. Err I didn’t know you were dropping by..
(Miranda).. Sure, I know that silly.. I met your sister when she answered the door.. Very pretty she is as well.. must take after her mom’s side of the family (Sly smile).. Anyways she said I should just go straight through the house as you were all out the back..
(Dylan) She said what??.. Oh.. Umm I mean, did she.. Um.. and did you??..
(Miranda) I was going to.. but thought I shouldn’t bother you all.. I mean I am sure a soccer training session in the backyard of a house with a huge pool is very intense, but I can’t imagine what you would have all been doing.. I mean Soccer training is always on the pitch isn’t it..??
Watching with inner glee Miranda could almost hear the gears in Dylan’s head spin as he tried on the fly to think up a believable scenario..
(Dylan) OH.. Umm.. yes, of course, the traditional training is on the pitch.. But mom.. err, I mean the coach has us doing strength and conditioning training as well.. umm you know.. Yoga core exercises and shit..
(Miranda) OH.. I see.. More like yesterday then... (Smirk).. The coach did have a firm grasp of your core when I was observing you all on the pitch (Coy smile)..
The colour draining from Dylans face at her comment almost made Miranda break up in laughter at his discomfort..
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Looking around quickly to see if any of the other student heard or registered what she was referring to Dylans look of fear was replaced with shock as the loud ringing of the final bell to return to class sounded causing all the students to quickly disperse before getting a detention for being late to class..
(Dylan)(looking around to confirm they were alone).. Look.. I know mom spoke to you about all this.. What are you doing bringing all this up in front of an audience..
(Miranda) Poor little Sporto has got himself stuck in his own web of intrigue by the looks of it.. The problem with playing around webs is not becoming the lunch of the owner of it, wouldn’t you say.. (Changing tack) HAHAHA.. your face is classic.. No one knew what I was referring to, relax.. They were more interested in the fact that I was talking to you in the first place..
(Dylan) You have a pretty high opinion of yourself don’t you?..
(Miranda) No, I don’t need to when I “know” that everyone else does for me..(Coy smile).. But your right you know.. and mommy dearest did speak to me about all this yesterday and we did strike a deal.. And so here we are.. With me keeping my end of the bargain.. (Sexy smile)..
(Dylan) Look can we talk about this somewhere else.. I don’t know if I’m coming or going where you are concerned.. One minute your like don’t talk to me at school the next your stopping me in a busy corridor throwing inuendo at me..
(Miranda) Ok.. so, you would be more comfortable in private.. That’s easy.. Step into my office.. mmmm or is it my parlour??.. (Sexy smile)..
(Dylan)(Confused) What??..
(Miranda) (Sly) Never mind Sporto.. This way..
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Dragging Dylan by arm Miranda pulled the hapless teen by the arm towards the door opposite where the two had previously stood.. Pausing for a brief moment before the door Dylan reacting again with surprise and reluctance looked at the sign on the glass and turned to Miranda with a questioning look..
(Dylan) Woman??.. You’re taking me into the woman’s restroom??.. This is your office???..
(Miranda)(Eyeroll) Not in a literal sense obviously.. More a metaphoric place for contemplation..(Giggle).. And anyway, the ladies is far cleaner than the piss sprayed walls of the guys toilets.. 
(Dylan) Umm, don’t you think we should be getting back to class.. I mean we are already late and I can’t afford a detention for truancy..
(Miranda) Detention??.. No one is getting Detention Sporto.. I am on official student council business, and I have enlisted you to help me.. (Smug look)
(Dylan) OK..(Grin).. But the toilets??..
(Miranda) Perfect place for a quiet conversation while everyone else is in class.. Oh, for fucks sake you’re the one who wanted to speak in private.. make up your mind already!!..
(Dylan) OK.. Ok.. Sorry.. As long as you say its ok.. I really can’t get a detention is all.. If I miss training then I.. (Cut off)..
(Miranda) (Quiet Alluring tone) Then you what?? I’m sure if you ask her nicely mommy will jerk you off at home instead of in the middle of the soccer pitch.. Or is that the two of your thing??.. (Sexy smirk)..
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Dylan left wide eyed, and slack jawed at Miranda's comment once again said nothing further as he stepped forward through the airlock into the female students rest room.. The brightly lit room not that much different to the male rest room except for the fact as Miranda stated it didn't smell like piss, but instead an intoxicating mixture of cheap teen perfume and adolescent pheromones. Filling Dylans head with visions from his fantasies of the girls from his classes in carnal exhibitions of lust like he had seen in many porn video's, Dylan with wide eyed wonder and teen male adolescent lust, looked and imagined with the eye of a testosterone filled youth the toilet seats that had cradled the butts both big and small of the girls of his classes and fantasy’s..  
Miranda with an exasperated sigh pulled him to the closest toilet cubical shoving him roughly against the swinging door and pushing him inside closing the door behind her..
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(Dylan) What??.. Why are we in here??..
(Miranda) Are you really that dumb Sporto??.. How many times in class have you seen girls asking for permission to use the toilet.. Do you really want to be standing in here at the hand basin when some female student comes bursting in to have a quick puff on her Vape and adjust her makeup??..
(Dylan) Oh.. Yeah I didn’t think of that.. 
(Miranda) Yep obviously.. Just as well you have me here to do the thinking for you huh..
(Dylan) Well to be fair if you weren’t here then neither would I and it wouldn’t be an issue..(Grin)..
(Miranda) Got quite the smart-ass tongue on you hey Sporto.. Is that Mommy’s Favorite part of you.. or is it that big hard cock I saw her stroking yesterday.. (Sly smile)..
(Dylan) Hey!!.. I thought..
(Miranda) Oh shut the fuck up with the sensitive bullshit.. You know and I know what the truth is.. You’re fucking your mom.. Now to be fair if I had a mom that looked like that then I think I would be all over her as well but alas.. Time hasn’t been fair to my mommy dearest.. that and a bottle of Jack per day and two packs of Marlboro’s.. Her lungs probably look like the La Brea Tar pits.. (Giggle).. But enough about my waste of oxygen mother.. I want to know more about yours.. (Sexy smile)..
(Dyaln) Mine??.. What do you mean by that.. What do you want to know?..
(Miranda) I know enough that if I wanted I could ruin her life.. She seems to think that I will be better off if she and I are friends, not adversaries.. So, I want to know from you who is the most informed on this subject.. What’s your hot ass mom really like between the sheets??.. (Coy smile)..
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Dylan with a flush of excitement and lust coursing through him at the provocative comments from the beautiful teen in front of him felt the unwanted but very uncontrollable feeling of his cock rapidly filling with blood causing the all to familiar feeling of confined uncomfortableness in his jeans..
(Dylan) (Attempting to try and control the conversation) I think you are asking the wrong Parker.. That would be a question better suited at my father than me..
(Miranda) Yeah I call bullshit on that.. I think your mom has a nice little stable of teen boys running around doing whatever she asks.. And from what I saw this morning.. The short haired blond in your backyard seems to share her tastes.. mmm who is she by the way??.. Nice curvy body on that one too.. Tell me what’s it like to be the meat in that sandwich between mommy and the mystery blonde.. (Grin)
Dylan knowing now that Miranda had actually been in the back yard this morning but still not knowing what she had seen attempted to stall for time to see if he could confirm exactly how much the manipulating little bitch knew..
(Dylan) Umm.. That’s my.. Well, I call her Aunty Amber but well we aren’t really related.. Umm Mom and her went to college together.. She’s our neighbour.. umm and Sam’s mom.. Sam our goalie..
(Miranda) Oh this gets better by the minute.. So “Aunty Amber” lives next door.. She’s your Moms best friend and your best friends Mom.. Wait.. Are you just bullshitting me now because that just sounds like the troupe of every incest porn video online.. (Smirk).. Hey I’m not judging.. that search on X-gerbil is at the top of my search history.. But like I said.. My mom is a troll.. I like yours so much better.. (sexy smile)..
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(Dylan) (Sigh) No it’s not made up.. Why would I lie to you.. You seem to know everything anyway..
(Miranda) Not everything Sporto.. But I am going too..
Miranda reaching down ran her fingers from Dylans balls tracing her fingernails up his bulge as she finished by rubbing the head of his cock through his tight denim jeans..
(Miranda) You and I are going to play a game OK.. You see I just love a good story attached to my porn.. Sometimes I watch the leadup to the sex and cum before the 1st blowjob scene.. and do you know why that is??..
(Dylan)(Gulp) NNNn..NNno.. No.. why?
(Miranda) Because I like to get inside people’s heads.. I like to know what makes them tick.. When I watch a video I like to pretend I’m there.. watching.. controlling what’s happening.. my biggest turn on is not the act.. But the reason it happens.. (Sexy smile)...
Dylan feeling a tugging action on his jeans felt the waist loosen as his button and fly was released.. 
(Miranda) You seem to have a situation happening in your jeans Sporto..
(Dylan)(Heavy breathing) Arr.. Umm.. (Groan).. OOhh.. Yeah.. and I think you know why..
(Miranda) Yeah.. I know why.. Because you are going to take out your cock and stroke it for me while you tell me all about Mommy and Aunty Amber.. And guess what??..
(Dylan) WWwaa.. OOHHH… WWWhhaa.. Whattt..??..
(Miranda) if you are a very good boy I am going to let you cum.. Would you like that Sporto.. Would you like me to finish you??, jerk that cock till you cum for me.. (Purring tone)..
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Dylan caught up in the moment unable to speak and attempting to fight an inner battle within himself tried in vain to resist Miranda’s allure and wicked teasing but with all his self-will found himself at the mercy of the hot and curvy teen vixen that he was sure the devil himself had sent to torment him..
(Dylan) (moaning) OOhh.. Fuck Miranda.. (Deep breath).. We..OOhh, we are gonna get caught for sure..
(Miranda) But that’s what you like isn’t it.. I mean your mom wasn’t shy about jerking you in front of the team yesterday.. Are you going to try and tell me that you have gone all shy.. Don’t you want my hand on that hard cock of yours (Sexy purring tone)..
(Dylan)(mustering strength) I, I would prefer your mouth.. (Grin)..
(Miranda) Is that right?.. The little prince thinks himself privileged enough to make requests huh.. MMMm.. But methinks he forgets himself and his place... You have to earn my mouth Sporto.. You want me to suck that cock.. you want to shoot that load over my innocent face or down my throat..(Grin).. Then you need to play my game.. So then.. Are you going to take that cock out for me and stroke it like I asked.. Or are we done here, and you can take your blue balls back to class.. 
(Dylan)(thinking) Damn what is it with these girls that want to see me jerk myself.. Ellie this morning... and now Miranda.. Shit Ellie.. I almost forgot about her.. If Miranda met Ellie then what did she see as well.. But no.. She was leaving after I was in the laundry with her.. I heard her leave??.. So were did Miranda see Amber.. And how much did she see..?? 
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Dylan in an almost hypnotic state thumbling with his jeans pulled down the waist and his underwear in one movement allowing his cock to spring free standing erect and to attention to Miranda’s delight..
(Miranda) Now that is what I like to see, an obedient boy with a nice hard cock..
Reaching out Miranda delicately took hold of Dylans gland with her fingers as she slid them teasingly over the head smearing a small drop of precum over the smooth skin as she did lubricating the tip..
(Miranda) MMmm.. you have a nice cock Sporto.. Not too big.. not too small.. Just right for all those hard-to-reach tight places.. So, tell me.. where does mommy like you to put this fine specimen.. In her mouth, her pussy... her ass??
Dylans expression twitching on the last location gave away to Miranda instantly the teens Favorite kink..
(Miranda) Stroke it for me now Sporto.. I want you to stroke it while you tell me all about how you like to fuck your mommy’s ass..(Sexy smile)..
Dylan reaching up unconsciously took his cock into his hand and as if possessed and started masturbating himself with firmer and more deliberate motions than he intended.. Not willing to admit it to himself Dylan found he was unable to resist Miranda’s advances, Unable.. Or unwilling??.. He wasn’t sure through the fog of his lust.. Miranda’s voice triggering his arousal with every word, phrase and suggestion fuelled the lust as his mind filling with visions of his mother and Amber were now narrated in his mind with the siren song voice of Miranda whispering into his ear..
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(Miranda) That’s good, That’s very good.. but not too fast now.. you’re not to cum until I say you can.. and if you do then I will assure you will never get my mouth, hand or anything else from me ever again.. do you understand Sporto..
Dylan slowing his pace nodded his head without saying anything..
(Miranda) That’s better.. but your very quiet.. Mommy has obviously taught you to keep your mouth closed.. but I’m sure I can remedy that..
A loud creaking noise from outside the toilet stall caused Dylan to freeze in place as Miranda smiled turning her head in the direction of the sound..
(Voice) Hey.. Hello.. Is there anyone in here??..
Miranda turning back to Dylan placed a finger over her lips signalling for him to remain quiet.. Turning her head back in the direction of the voice she called back in response..
(Miranda) Yes, I’m here.. what of it??
(Voice) Miranda?.. Miranda is that you??..
A look of annoyance and realisation crossing her face as she recognised the voice was quickly replaced by a scheming smirk as a plan formed in the teens mind..
(Miranda)(Not wanting to let on she knew the voice) Ok, sorry.. You have me at a disadvantage.. DO I know you??
(Voice) Miranda, Its me.. Claudia.. you know from the student council tryouts and debate..
(Miranda) (Faining sincerity) Ahh Claudia.. Of course, how could I not recognise your voice, how rude of me..
(Claudia) Miranda, please think nothing of it.. with you school appointments you must talk to dozens of people..
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Miranda thinking back to when she had been outside in the hall with Dylan remembered Claudia hanging around looking like she was waiting for an opportunity to slide herself into the conversation she had been having with Dylan.. Knowing exactly what she was keen to discuss, Miranda manipulating the situation while Dylan still frozen in place continued to string the teen along..
(Miranda) Yes, yes, dozens.. but what may I ask are you doing in here??.. I hope you obtained a hall pass.. Truanting from class would not look good on your application to become a member of the student council.. (Stern tone)..
Letting her hand drop Miranda wrapped her own fingers around Dylans and started to slowly guide his hand up and down his shaft as he attempted to stifle a groan..
(Claudia) (Hearing the noise) Oh.. Miranda.. Are you ok.. Are you sick??.. I can get the nurse..
(Miranda) Its fine Claudia.. (Cheeky grin at Dylan)..
(Claudia) OH and no I mean yes.. I have a hall pass.. Um in truth I was hoping to speak to you.. EErr I saw you before speaking to Ms Parkers Son.. Dylan I think his name is, but yeah when you didn’t come to class I thought you might have been here, so I excused myself, and well.. Here I am..
(Miranda)(Eyeroll) Indeed you are Claudia, but I still don’t know why..
(Claudia) Oh.. It’s my application.. I was wondering.. Umm.. if.. well ..If there was any news about it..
Squeezing Dylans hand tighter around his cock Miranda gave a short burst of firm hard strokes that almost made the teens knees buckle under him.. 
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(Miranda)(Devilish smile) It’s so funny you mention that Claudia.. You know I had the area manager from the board of education asking me the exact same question.. And you know.. I suppose I can only tell you what I told him..
(Claudia) Oh.. Umm.. and what was that.. Arr if you don’t mind me asking that is..
Miranda continuing to stroke Dylans cock used her spare hand to cover his mouth.. Not wanting any errant sounds to give away that there was a second occupant of the cubical Miranda pumped with adrenaline and excitement at her ability to have the two teens, worlds apart in their connection to her, equally at this moment completely and totally at her beck and call filled the teen with such a sense of superiority she had to bite her lip to stop exulting in a scream of triumphant pleasure..
(Miranda) Claudia.. you need to remember the amount of responsibility my role as student body president puts on me.. There are many applicants that seek my approval.. I have had bribes, threats and everything in-between over these appointments.. But you know what.. I take my role seriously, I don’t let anything cloud my choice.. The student body is the soul of the school.. I look not just for academic prowess but more for team players.. those who will step up and go above and beyond for the school.. For someone that is willing to give herself, completely.. Claudia.. This is where I am in the selection process.. I have a pile of applications 2 inches thick.. But I am looking for that one person..
(Claudia) (flustered) Miranda.. I am that person.. I am completely that person.. I’m not looking just to get a credit on my college application.. Give me a chance to prove my worth to you..
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(Miranda)(thinking) Check and mate.. (Inner smile)..
(speaking) Claudia.. You know.. I am so glad to hear that.. (Smirk).. As it happens there is something that you may be able to assist me with.. MMM.. you know.. It’s a lot to ask.. Look its ok.. I will get it sorted myself...
(Claudia) Miranda!!!.. Hey.. No .. Please. I want to help.. I’m a team player.. let me prove it to you.. I will do anything..
(Miranda) Well if you’re sure.. It’s a bit left of field in regard to the school’s curriculum and policy but.. It would go a long way to validating your application to the school board..
(Claudia) Anything Miranda.. Anything at all.. (Excited tone).. 
(Miranda) Ok.. give me a minute .. You see I have been given a project that in the grand scheme of things has the schools spirit directly in its cross hairs.. Ms Parker, you know her of course asked me personally to look after the social profile of the senior boys’ soccer team.. It’s all about school spirit you see.. As she is the coach, it’s important for her position in the school that the team succeeds.. For the team it’s important for their college applications.. and finally for the school, when they are victorious.. It will be something for all of us to be proud of..
(Claudia) Umm, I’m not sure how I can help with this Miranda??.. I really like Ms parker and would do anything to help her.. anything.. (Excited tone)..
Miranda pressing her lips to Dylans ear circled the tip of her tongue around his lobe before whispering in a low husky tone..
(Miranda) (Whisper) Now the fun begins Sporto.. Now you will see what playing my game really means.. and you will see why I’m so good at it.. (Smirk)..
