Direct to Video Ch. 01

Her drive to her own high school was very quick. She thought again that she should convince her husband to buy her son a car, so she didn't have to drive him to school. She was almost late every day to work and just thanked God that she was so well respected by her principal and her peers. But she liked the time in the morning, and didn't get much time with Richie later in the day. She parked her car and rushed into the school, she looked at the clock immediately upon entering and saw that she cutting it quite close. She ran into her classroom and saw that a few students were already seated for homeroom. She knew that her hair was in disarray and could tell that the boys liked her slightly disheveled look and it made her a bit uncomfortable. She straightened her hair and then found a note on her desk stating: "Meet me in your classroom at 4:00 p.m. It is important." She didn't recognized the hand-writing and it wasn't signed. Very strange.

*****

Rachael had awoken that same morning when her mother, Emma, stuck her head into her room and yelled at her to wake up. She heard her younger brother and sister already awake and talking in the hallway. Her mother always woke her up last and did extra little things for her because she was the oldest, a great deal older than her half-siblings. She suspected that it was also because her mother had a special love for her as the only child of her first husband. A man who'd died early. Not that Rachael's stepfather was a bad man or unpleasant but Rachael was the only member of the family who was just Emma's.

"Come on, I know you are lazy but you are going to be late," Emma Farmer said, smiling at her beautiful daughter. Everyone said they were very much alike in looks and manners. Both were bubbly and sweet and both were gorgeous. Emma was a bit taller at 5'5 and 135lbs, which was not bad at all for a 40 years old woman and mother of three. She had once been as thin and wispy as Rachael but she had filled out with age to a 36-C breasts and gently flaring hips. She looked in the face like she could be Rachael sister and had her dirty blonde hair cut into a short bob. She still looked like a beauty queen.

"I am up!" Rachael said and then groaned and stretched out. She slowly got herself out of her bed and went to the bathroom and got a quick shower. By the time she went downstairs her stepfather had already left to take the two younger children to school on his way to work. It was the ten minutes each day that Rachael had with her mother while she waited for Cindy to come pick her up.

"You get prettier every day," her mother said as they sat at the kitchen table. Her mother was wearing her robe and was resting her head in her chin. Rachael rolled her eyes.

"I am not going to do it mom. I like cheerleading," she said.

"Do what? I just said you looked pretty," her mother said in a very innocent voice.

"You want me to be a beauty queen and you know I am too old to start anyway."

"You are too pretty NOT to start," Emma said in all seriousness. It just seemed to Rachael that her mother had just decided to stay at home for the rest of her life and now that she was too old to do her beauty contests that she wanted to do nothing but make her kids do them. Her half-sister was already doing it. But Rachael had always refused.

"I think Cindy is here," Rachael lied and headed out to the front door. She loved her mother but was tired of the pressure, tired for feeling guilty for not being exactly like her mother.

"Love you honey," Emma said and leaned forward and gave her daughter a kiss on the head. She wasn't in the mood to fight either.

Rachael went out to the front stoop and sat down and waited. She was thinking about Kitty. Wondering what her mother would say if she knew about that. She had said something once, at a parent-teacher meeting about how beautiful Mrs. Lowell was, but she doubted her conservative mother would like it. She wondered too, for a moment, what she thought about it. But she chose not to. Sometimes it was easier to ignore something that was bothering you rather than tackle it head on. If she had to really decide whether or not she was a lesbian, whether she was in love with a teacher at her school...she couldn't imagine the implications of that.

"You awake!" A voice called and Rachael looked up to see her friend Cindy leaning out the window of her little Honda Civic smiling at her, "We're going to be late."

"Sorry," Rachael said smiling back and ran and got in the front seat of the car. She looked back and waved at Cindy's little sister Tess. They were Irish twins, with Cindy just ten months older than her younger sister. They were both 18, and both seniors. It was strange that Rachael and Cindy were close friends, but Rachael and Tess never really became close. Tess seemed less mature than just ten short months would indicate and Cindy definitely treated her like a younger sister. But beyond behavior, they were a lot alike in appearance. They both had the same deep, dark red hair but none of the freckles usually associated with it. They both had youthful features and big white smiles. Both looked underdeveloped for their age with small 32-A breasts and slim builds. The only difference was that Tess was three inches shorter at 5'0 and a bit lighter at 95lbs. She also had braces, which was pretty much the only way to tell them apart if you saw them.

"Turn it up!" Rachael said and soon the music was blaring loud and all three girls were singing along. The girls didn't talk on the way to school, just sang and giggled. It was part of their morning ritual and it was nice. They parked in the senior parking and split up their separate ways.

Rachael walked quickly to her locker, she was running a bit late and she had a lot of stuff to unload form her backpack. However, suddenly Cindy caught back up with her and grabbed her arm and looked at her with concern.

"What's up?" Rachael asked.

"Do you know Brad Stewart?" she asked in all seriousness. Rachael had to work hard not to roll her eyes.

"Yes. He's Todd's best friend right?" she asked, although she already knew the answer. She had been waiting for this. She had known that Cindy was once again on the look-out for her for a boyfriend although she never asked. She knew that she just wanted someone to double date with and found it slightly annoying. But Cindy was nodding emphatically.

"Do you like him?" she asked.

"I don't know," Rachael replied uneasily.

"Do you want to go out with him next weekend? He is only a junior, but he is pretty cool," Cindy said, making as good a sell as she could.

"I don't know...maybe," Rachael replied, once again trying to ignore it. She'd squirm out of this before then. She wasn't sure whether or not she would be attracted to a boy, but she knew that she could never like any meat-headed friends of a cheating jerk like Todd. She wondered why her friend didn't just break up with him, but never could figure out a way to bring it up.

"Great, I'll tell him," Cindy said and before Rachael could object, her friend was gone. Cindy had a tendency to do that sort of thing. To act like someone said what she wanted to hear. Rachael shrugged her shoulders and in just a few moments she was at her locker. She opened it up and a small, folded note fell out. She picked it up, concerned it was from Todd and read it. It stated: "Meet me in Mrs. Lowell classroom this afternoon at 4:00. It is important." She didn't recognize the handwriting and it wasn't signed. So very strange.

*****

That afternoon, Mrs. Lowell sat in her classroom after school let out, waiting to see who had sent the letter. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was Rachael. She had told the girl they wouldn't have time that week, but she was a little bit flattered that the girl couldn't wait. At exactly four, Rachael walked in, she was still sweaty from cheer practice, and she had rushed over. She was excited that Mrs. Lowell had freed up some time for her, it was the most likely thing she could think of with the note.

"Hey, why did you leave a weird little note?" Rachael asked, holding it up between her fingers. She smiled brushed her bangs out of her eyes. She noticed that Kitty was giving her a very strange look.

"What?" She asked.

"I thought you sent me a weird little note?" Kitty said, taking Rachael's note and quickly reading it. Their minds were both racing, trying to figure out who had sent the letter. They didn't wait long. Just three seconds later Ariel Cooper walked in with an attitude of supreme confidence. She was so surprising in her arrival that Kitty, for the first time, realized how beautiful the girl was. She was very tall and slender, with the narrow, sexy build of a super model at 5'9 and 115lbs. She was clearly a fully grown women at 18 years old with 32-A breasts. In Kitty's mind her beauty was marred by the fact that she was so clearly an outcast on purpose. She dressed in red corsets, black miniskirts, and combat boots. Her long blonde hair and been dyed purple and the tell-tale signs of tattoos were cast about all showing skin. It was made all the worse, to Kitty, because she had such an angelic face.

"I am glad you both got my notes," Ariel said, sitting down gently in her seat.

"What's up?" Rachael asked helpfully. The sneaky way in which Ariel had set this up and the way she was speaking made Rachael nervous, although she wasn't sure why. She saw in Kitty's eyes the same concern and emotions.

"Let's cut to the chase," Ariel said. She reached into her bra and pulled out a small cellphone, "Don't bother destroying the phone this is already on my computer." She pushed a few buttons and then handed the phone to her teacher. Kitty gasped and Rachael quickly moved around the desk and looked down at the tiny screen. She felt sick and nearly gasped herself. There, tiny on the screen was showing Kitty and Rachael from the day before, writhing and licking each other on the floor. Rachael couldn't believe was she was seeing. She clearly saw both her own face and her teacher's face, they were clearly identifiable at times. She could hear Ariel giggling on the phone, looking in at them through the small window on the door.

"That's enough, don't want you two getting all hot and bothered," Ariel said, standing up and snatching the phone out of the shocked teacher's hand. She then sat back down and looked at the other two. They were both staring at their shoes and their faces were absolutely red. This, in and of itself, was enough for her. But she might as well try for a little more.

"Why?" Kitty said finally, "Why do you have this and why are you showing it to us?"

"Those are two very different questions," Ariel said with a wicked laugh. She liked pretending she was a bond villain or something. It just felt so right, "Why do I have it? Because I came back to get my cigarettes when I figured you'd be gone and there you were, with little miss perfect. A misdemeanor (I think) for you and a major embarrassment for little miss perfect. She's 18 Mrs. Lowell, but it is still a crime in this state to fuck a student. And fucking your teacher is not the best way to become prom queen Rach."

"I feel sick," Rachael said, her mind was reeling. What did this mean? She felt Kitty's arms around her, helping her down into a chair and was sad to think that it made her feel dirty to have Kitty's hands on her. She sat down quickly.

"Now the other question," Ariel said, not skipping a beat in her little game, "Well I figured if you have something of value, you don't just give it away for nothing."

"What are you saying?" Kitty said, struggling to keep her composure. She was trying to imagine herself outside of the situation. What would a rational person do?

"To be honest Mrs. Lowell, I fucking hate you and I hate your girlfriend even more," Ariel said and got some satisfaction in noticing that Kitty at first had begun to act like she was going to reprimand her for her language and then realized where the power lay now. Ariel leaned forward, "So you see I would get a lot of satisfaction out of seeing you embarrassed and sent to prison and having your little girlfriend turned into a leper and maybe get kicked out of her house." Where did this rage come from? Kitty couldn't believe it, why did this girl hate her? She then realized that the girl was obviously unstable in some way. She couldn't possibly be seeing them as real people if she could do this to them.

"Want do you want?" Rachael asked. She just wanted all of this to go away. She was pretty sure she would say anything to make it go away.

"I don't ever want to show up to math class again but I want an A," Ariel said.

"Done," Kitty said, looking at Rachael. She was a bit disturbed with how easily she had been able to crumble on something like that but she looked at Rachael and just wanted to protect her. It wasn't fair to her, so she would do what was necessary.

"Well that ain't hardly all," Ariel grunted and she leaned forward. She didn't say anything. She waited for the tension to grow. Wanted them to ask her. Wanted them to realize that she was in complete control of them and that she could get anything they wanted.

"What do you want?" Kitty said in a defeated voice. But Ariel still wasn't ready.

"Well when I got this on tape and put it on my computer and watched it a few times I started to think about what I wanted. I sort of liked this home voyeur tape and I started to think about all of the things I could get out of it. You know my best grades are always in English. The teachers think that I have real imagination. So you can imagine yourself, all of the things that I came up with..." she paused again.

"Fuck, just say what you want!" Rachael said suddenly, feeling ugly for saying a work that she never liked to say but feeling desperate. Being unable to take anymore.

"Such language!" Ariel said, but she was ready now, "Well like I said, I really liked my video and I want to see four more, two from each of you. Get me four more videos to watch and you can be sure that I will never show anyone anything. They'll be worth more to me than seeing you guys screwed, so to speak."

"What do you mean, two from each of us?" Rachael asked, just the question Ariel wanted to hear.

"I am so glad you asked that. I already have the video of the two of you, I want different videos. I want four new videos. I want something different each time. Something specific," Ariel explained. Kitty felt weak and now she sat down too. Rachael put her head down on the desk. She was in a state of shock. This wasn't happening. But she was still listening.

"Mrs. Lowell," Ariel said first and Kitty looked up at her with pure hate in her eyes. She didn't want to know what was coming next, "I have a thing for taboos Mrs. Lowell. I like things that you aren't supposed to like. That's why your video is so much fun for me. It is just so...bad. Well I went online last night and looked you up, I looked up everything I could find out about both of you, plus I took the things that I already know about you. Mrs. Lowell do you have a niece?" she asked and Kitty felt confused.

"Yes but what does..." then it suddenly dawned on her.

"I want you to fuck your niece..."

"I cannot believe what I am hearing," Kitty said with absolute disgust in her voice. It was a gut reaction, the only thing she could say. Rachael was disgusted as well. What could this possibly bode for her.

"I didn't say rape her. I don't want that. I want you to fuck her. And I am a little bit offended by the lack of respect you have for my current power. For that, I am going to add a separate condition. I want you to turn your niece into a whore. I want you to pay her for sex," She said. Kitty opened her mouth to protest again. Then she realized the power of the evidence that Ariel had against her. This would ruin her life, her son's life. Rachael's life. She should at least hear the girl out, let her say what she needed to say and then figure out a way around it.

"What else," Kitty said flatly and Ariel grinned deviously.

"I want you to fuck your son," she said and giggled. Kitty didn't react. She pretended like she didn't even hear it. That just simply couldn't happen.

"I..." "Just shut up," Ariel said, "It will be better for you. As for you Rachael, you're friends with Cindy Womack are you not? Cheer buddies?"

"Yes," Rachael said, "I don't want to sleep with my best friend." She was speaking in monotone.

"That's good. I don't want you to fuck her. I want you to fuck her sister Tess," Ariel explained and laughed. It would be one thing to get a friend to seduce another friend. If it worked, both were happy. If Rachael tried to seduce her best friend's sister, it was bad news no matter what.

"What else, just tell her what else," Kitty said, this meeting was lasting forever and she wanted to get outside where she could breathe.

"I want Rachael to fuck her mommy. Her beauty queen mother. She likes older women, it's not that big of a stretch," Ariel said, "And I want to make sure both of you do it. So I want video evidence somehow. Phone, hidden cameras, whatever. I want to be able to see it."

"Let's just say we do it," Kitty said defiantly, "How do we know you don't just want a lot of tapes so you can screw us harder? How do we know you aren't just trying to ruin more people?"

"Well teacher think about it. If I wanted everyone to know now they already would. You have already benefited from my good faith even if you didn't realize it. And the only people who would get hurt are the people that will be hurt anyway. It seems to me you don't have a choice."

"Oh God!" Rachael said and she was sobbing now. This was Hell. That was all there was to it. She was in Hell.

"Just remember ladies that you are tied to one another. If one of you performs and the other one doesn't you're still screwed. I need all four videos. If you leave me out then you leave out your lover," Ariel said and she got up to walk out the door.

"But how will we know," Rachael said, "If we did give you the videos, what would you do to assures us that we are protected."

"Don't worry, you'll get protection. I promise," Ariel said and then slipped out the door. A moment later she popped her head back in the door, "You have twenty minutes to decide whether or not you are going to do this. If you don't the video hit's the internet and the police station tonight. I'll be right outside the door."

For a moment Kitty and Rachael just sat in the room and cried. Their entire lives and futures were running through their heads. All of the people who would be affected. They were both most afraid for each other. They were embarrassed that their actions were going to hurt one another. Although they couldn't have put that into words if they tried.

"What are we going to do?" Rachael said pleadingly at Kitty. Her need was so obvious, Kitty put her arm around her. Wanted to protect her from the world.

"What can we do?" Kitty said, "We have try to fulfill what she said. I don't know what else to do. I mean we can say 'yes' and then figure a way out of it later. But if not, we have to hope that this is enough. That it will stop her."

"I don't want to do this," Rachael said, thinking about the unpleasant actions she would have to take to make it happen. Then she knew that she couldn't trust Ariel even if she did. It was such a huge risk. But the other way was automatically horrible. She would lose all her friends. She would lose her family. She would lose Kitty. Kitty would go to jail for her. Kitty's thoughts were in the same place. She couldn't lose her life and couldn't bear to see Rachael lose her life.

"Please Rachael, just say you will. We will figure something out. Do it for me," Kitty said, turning Rachael so that they were looking at each other in their tearing eyes. Kitty kissed Rachael gently on the lips, tasted the salt of her tears.