When Denzil Met Tanya

Denton High. A typical American high school in a typical American town. Some kids liked it, some didn't. No surprises there.

Amongst the boys, there was the usual mix of jocks, geeks and normals. The jocks bullied the geeks, the geeks kind of huddled together for protection, and the normals ignored the both of them. That was pretty much the scene. The different groups had little in common, so the demarcations made a weird kind of sense.

There was one thing, however, which united ALL the boys ... jocks, geeks and normals alike. They all of them lusted endlessly after Tanya Richardson.

Tanya Richardson. Head Cheerleader. 18 years old and drop dead gorgeous. Queen Bee.

HCs tend to be the prettiest girl in school, of course, but Tanya Richardson was something else. The spoilt only child of wealthy parents, Tanya was blessed with a face of heart stopping beauty and a body to make grown men tremble. She was an object of intense desire for every boy at DH. Most of the male teachers too, if truth be told. Wherever she went, Tanya was the centre of boys' adoring attention, the focus of adolescent, hormone fuelled yearning.

Tanya knew this, of course. How could she not?

She'd known she was a beautiful girl for about as long as she could remember (everyone was always telling her so!) but her awareness of what that really meant ... more precisely, the shattering impact she could have on the male of the species ... had not fully dawned until one day last July. She'd been chatting at home to Morris Briggs, an old friend of her parents who'd popped in to see her father about something. His timing was out (her parents had gone shopping) but he stayed for a while and the two of them talked about school ... how she was doing, plans for the future ... stuff like that. It was a hot day during the summer vac and Tanya was wearing cut off shorts and a skimpy, spaghetti strap top. As Tanya chattered away to Mr Briggs about nothing in particular, she noticed how his gaze kept straying to her long, shapely legs ... to her breasts, almost tumbling out of the revealing top ... and then back again to her legs. His face became flushed and his hands were shaking as he sipped the coffee she'd made him. Tanya didn't fancy Morris one bit (he was old enough to be her father, after all) but she found herself enjoying this situation. With a flash of insight, she knew ... knew full well ... that SHE was the cause of the poor man's discomfort, and the knowledge both delighted and excited her. Suddenly feeling very naughty, Tanya openly flirted with Morris, testing her new found powers, started to tease him with her body movements on the sofa. It had the desired effect. The more poor old Mr Briggs squirmed in a painfully obvious mixture of lust and embarrassment, the more she found she enjoyed it. She felt amused and in complete control the whole time she was tormenting him. It was delicious!

When school resumed in September, Tanya had a new wardrobe (full of outfits calculated to drive the boys crazy) and a new attitude. She worked hard, got good grades, led an active social life (hooked up with big bad Brad Phelps, no less!) but all that was kind of secondary. Because the episode with Morris Briggs in the summer had triggered something in Tanya Richardson (something rather wicked) and the thing she devoted most of her energies to ... her hobby, if you like ... was torturing boys. And one poor boy in particular was destined to suffer most cruelly at her hands. Denzil Harris.

Brad Phelps and Denzil Harris. Super jock and super geek. The embodiment of the opposite ends of the Denton High pecking order. One at the top, master of all he surveyed, and one at the very bottom.

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Now towards the end her final year, Tanya was having a whale of a time. The position of Head Cheerleader had fallen to her quite naturally (there really was no competition, as the other girls were all too aware) and she was thoroughly enjoying the role. Rehearsals were twice a week. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, Tanya and the six other members of the squad ... her "backing group" as she condescendingly referred to them ... would slip on their sexy little CL outfits and go practice in the sports hall. Word soon spread amongst the boys that here was a chance to watch Tanya Richardson gyrating around in a very short skirt, white knee socks and a tight, low cut tee shirt. Before too long they were must see events, these rehearsals, right up there with Sunday's match. Every Tuesday and Thursday, as the one pm start time drew closer, the hall would fill up with boys. By the time the squad came out to perform, there'd be a large crowd of spectators – and every single one of them was there to ogle the drop dead gorgeous Tanya Richardson.

This particular Thursday was no different as Tanya and the squad strutted their stuff, with the boys looking on.

And Tanya was LOVING it, as always. Being the focus of such male adoration was confirmation of her beauty, and she got a thrilling sense of power knowing the boys were there for HER. She loved the feeling of being desired by all these horny, drooling boys. As she performed, she liked to imagine what the boys were thinking and feeling. Their cocks stiffening as they watched her dance ... breasts jiggling in the flimsy top ... knickers flashing under her short skirt as she twirled around. Did they store away these images and beat themselves off later, fantasising about fucking her? Did they spend every waking hour thinking about her? And did it torture them that they couldn't have her? That she was reserved for Brad Phelps? Oh the joy of being a hot like fire eighteen year old girl at High School!

Brad never came to the CL rehearsals. For one thing, as the star quarterback on the football team, it would have been beneath him ... and Brad Phelps NEVER did things he considered beneath him. Plus, of course, he had no need to go around pathetically lusting after Tanya Richardson because he could fuck her pretty much anytime he wanted. He knew his gorgeous girlfriend enjoyed having the boys panting over her, that she got a kick out of cock teasing them, but he didn't mind one bit. Just made it even more of a bang for him, that HE was the guy who got to do, on a regular basis, what every boy in school could only dream of doing. Yes, Brad had to admit that he got off on the idea of Tanya deliberately tormenting the other boys, and he encouraged her to be a tease. Sometimes, when they made out, Tanya would gently stroke his dick and tell him how she'd been driving the boys wild that particular day, how she'd worn a short skirt, say, which flaunted her legs ... how she'd tantalised the boys during study period, perched on a desk in her little short skirt, crossing and uncrossing her luscious legs. Hearing Tanya whisper stuff like that, as her soft fingers snaked inside his pants, blew Brad's mind ... a few minutes later, he'd be exploding inside her like a volcano.

Someone who DID go watch cheerleading practice ... never missed one ... was Denzil Harris. There were geeks, super geeks, and then there was poor little Denzil Harris. Denzil worshipped the ground Tanya Richardson walked on and his adoration was made all the more intense by the sad fact (which he fully recognised) that she was so stratospherically out of his league. In truth, all girls were out of Denzil's league ... he didn't get so much as a sniff of that sort of thing ... but it didn't stop him fantasising. Made him fantasise all the more, if anything, since his default condition was acute sexual frustration. Tanya was, to his eyes, a goddess. She'd never spoken to him except for the one time she'd come across Brad and that bastard Mickey bullying him (when she'd done him no favours) but it didn't matter. She'd probably forgotten that, he thought ... probably didn't know he even existed ... but Denzil kind of accepted his lowly status and tried to content himself with his fantasies. He was quite durable in his own way. Even that thing with Jennifer Clark and the "needle dick" photos ... those awful few weeks of non stop teasing and humiliation after Jennifer did that ... well he'd survived it, hadn't he?

******

Denzil was wrong about Tanya, as it happens, because she HAD noticed him. She always did. It amused her no end, the number of geeks who came to ogle her at CL practice, and Denzil she recognised as the saddo who Brad was always persecuting. It was true she hadn't spoken to him since the incident a few months back ... an incident she very much did remember since it had kind of gotten her and Brad together ... but, you know, why on earth would she? ... geeks like Denzil were no more than insects as far as Tanya was concerned. Seeing him again now, standing there watching her, with his eyes on stalks and his tongue hanging out, Tanya couldn't help laughing to herself at what had happened that afternoon. She'd walked into what she thought was an empty study room, intending to catch up on some stuff, and there was Denzil cowering on the floor in front of Brad and another jock, Mickey Roberts.

Mickey Roberts was prodding Denzil in the ribs with his toe ... not really hurting him but clearly threatening to. "Aw, no Mickey, don't," Denzil was pleading, as Tanya walked in.

The three boys looked in her direction. "Hey Tans," grinned Brad, eying her appreciatively, seeming to forget about Denzil for the moment. "Hi," pouted Tanya, returning the look. Brad was the hunkiest boy in school and she'd been thinking for a while that she wouldn't mind dating him. She fancied him rotten for one thing and (what was better) she knew every other girl did too. The thought of going around with Brad Phelps, making all the other girls even more wildly jealous of her than they were already, was a very appealing notion.

"So what are you guys up to?" she asked, glancing down at Denzil, a sardonic look on her achingly lovely face.

"Do you know Denzil, Tans?" grinned Brad. "Don't believe I do," said Tanya, playing along. "Hey Denzil," she said, grinning down at him.

"Say hi to Tanya, Denz," said Mickey, and he gave Denzil a sharp prod in the ribs with his foot.

"Hi Tanya," grunted Denzil. He was looking up at her with a beseeching expression and Tanya could see the poor boy was desperately hoping she would put a stop to what was going on. Which she could of course, Brad and Mickey (like all boys!) would behave pretty much how she indicated pleased her the most. Realising poor little Denzil's fate was in her hands, Tanya decided to have some fun. The studying could wait.

"What are you doing on the floor, Denzil? You tired or something?" she asked, still grinning at him.

"No, I want to get up but they wwwon't let me," said Denzil, pathetically.

"Aw Brad, why won't you let poor Denzil get up off the floor?" pouted Tanya.

Brad grinned. "Cos he's a fucking little worm, baby, that's why." "Yeah, that's right," added Mickey, with another prod in the ribs. Harder this time, for Tanya's benefit.

"Hear that, Denzil?" said Tanya, "the guys think you're a worm. Are you a worm, Denzil?"

"Nnno, Tanya," he mumbled.

Brad and Mickey, seeing Tanya was happy to join in, were grinning at each other and preparing to really enjoy themselves. "Well I don't think you're a worm either," said Tanya. A cruel pause then, smiling ... "I think you're more of a little doggy."

The two jocks exploded with laughter.

"Yeah, Denzil the Dog. Has a nice ring to it, that does," said Brad, winking at Tanya. "Say, Tans, what do you think we should do with the little doggy?"

Tanya looked down at Denzil. God he was pathetic. She flashed a wicked grin. "Get on all fours and go woof, doggy," she ordered.

Denzil did so. On hands and knees, he started making dog noises. "And scamper around a bit like a proper doggy," prodded Tanya, grinning at Brad and Mickey. Poor Denzil did as he was told. Scampered around the room on all fours in a pathetic dog impersonation, with Brad and Mickey jeering him on.

"Hey, Denzil's a dog!"

"Go doggy go!"

Tanya giggled at the pathetic spectacle. What a dork the guy was! She was relishing Denzil's humiliation, also enjoying how the two jocks were kind of competing for her attention and approval. Brad was going to be the winner there ... she'd pretty much decided that ... but it was fun to lead that ugly brute Mickey on too.

Brad and Mickey were kicking Denzil now. Hard kicks to his ribs and his backside. Denzil was yelping in pain and starting to cry. Tanya settled into a chair and got comfortable. She crossed her legs teasingly in her short skirt and watched the cruel spectacle, giggling and clapping ... egging the two bullies on. She couldn't believe that, even as he was being kicked around, Denzil was still pathetically trying to make like a dog. What a loser!

"Aw stop it guys, you're hurting him," she said, finally. Brad and Mickey reluctantly stopped the kicking. They stood looking sheepishly at Tanya, thinking they'd perhaps gone too far. Was she angry with them now? Had they blown it with her?

They needn't have worried.

"Anyway, he's MY little dog. Aren't you Denzil?" she grinned, to yelps of laughter from Brad and Mickey. Denzil didn't reply. Just stayed on all fours, looking down at the floor ... the floor that he wished would open up and swallow him.

"Aren't you Denzil?" she mocked, making the poor boy answer. "Yes Tanya," mumbled poor, humiliated Denzil.

Tanya sat there smiling, letting Denzil stew, enjoying her power. She liked how Brad and Mickey were ogling her legs, gave them both a flirtatious look. Gave Brad a VERY flirtatious look! She noticed that poor little Denzil, despite his undignified position, was also staring at her legs. That amused Tanya no end. As if.

"You've got GREAT legs, Tans, you know that?" said Brad, grinning wolfishly over at her. Brad had his foot resting on Denzil's stomach but, other than that, the poor little geek was forgotten again. Tanya glanced down at the subject of his compliment. She uncrossed her legs, slowly crossed them again ... skirt riding a little way further up her thighs. She gave him her best come on smile. "Have I, sugar?" she pouted. It had the effect she intended. Brad wanted her badly, she could see that. So did Mickey but, you know, tough.

"Say Tans, how about you and me going out this evening?" Brad said.

Normally, Tanya would have treated a question like that with disdain. Made the boy asking it jump through a few hoops before turning him down. But this was Brad Phelps. She liked his confidence, his air of entitlement ... something they had in common.

"Mmmm, well let's see. Think I should check with my little doggy, don't you?" She winked at Brad, completely ignoring Mickey now.

"Sure baby," chuckled Brad.

"So Denzil, what do you say? Is it okay if I go on a date with Brad tonight?"

"Guess so," mumbled poor Denzil, for whom the thought of going on a date with Tanya Richardson was a sort of unattainable heaven. How he wished he was Brad instead of his poor, pathetic self!

"Cos I won't if you don't want me to," said Tanya, grinning at Brad who was killing himself laughing. Mickey Roberts was looking a bit disgruntled and out of it.

"I dddo want you to."

"You sure, Denzil?"

"Yes Tanya," he stuttered.

"Well beg then. You know, like a good little doggy. Crawl over here and beg me to go out with Brad tonight."

Brad was loving this. "Yeah Denzil, let's hear you fucking beg! C'mon you're Tanya's dog, she OWNS you remember."

Denzil crawled over to the giggling Tanya, helped by a serious kick up the rear from Brad. "Please Tanya, ppplease go out with Brad tonight."

"Um okay. And should I be his girlfriend too?" she pouted.

"Yes Tanya, I want you to be Brad's girlfriend. Please be his gggirlfriend, Tanya."

Tanya kept poor Denzil grovelling at her feet, pleading and begging, for a few minutes. What a scream ... flirting with Brad, making Mickey jealous and totally humiliating Denzil all at the same time. She couldn't stop giggling. Oh the power!

Time to go though. "Okay sugar, pick me up at seven," she pouted to Brad as she got to her feet. "See you Denz," she said, grinning down at the poor, humiliated geek. "Hey, kiss my foot before I go," she giggled and she slipped one foot out of its shoe, pushed it lazily into Denzil's face, allowed him to kiss it a couple of times. "Seven," she repeated, for Brad's benefit, then she sashayed out of the room, wiggling her bum as she went. The three boys followed her with longing eyes, Brad looking very happy, the other two rather less so. "Bye Tans," shouted Mickey as she was leaving. Tanya didn't reply.

******

Yeah that'd been fun thought Tanya as she finished up the routine and, along with the rest of the girls, trooped off to the showers. Poor little Denzil. She was meeting Brad later, after school, and she was expecting that he'd be bringing up the subject of the senior prom. Only just over a week away now and, as always, the talk of the school. Who'd be going with who? What was the music going to be like? Who was going to drink too much and get slaughtered? What would Tanya Richardson be wearing? All that sort of thing. Everyone was assuming that Brad and Tanya would be going as a couple ... the King and Queen, as it were ... and of course they would be, but Tanya was planning a little something extra, something rather fiendish. Involving, as it happens, Denzil Harris. Tonight, she planned to run it by Brad and she was feeing slightly nervous about his reaction. To her, the plan she'd evolved was a masterpiece which would, if executed correctly, be the funniest thing ever. But Brad might not see it like that. Tanya hoped and prayed that he did because she was turned on like never before at the prospect of doing this particular thing to Denzil, and the sight of the sad little geek yet again drooling over her at CL practice ... clearly sick with longing ... only made her more determined that it should happen. She needed Brad to agree, however, since he was an integral part of the whole scenario.

Meeting up with Brad had not lost its thrill for Tanya. She could never quite make up her mind which she liked best ... dating and making out with the school hunk, or the obvious jealousy it stirred up in the other girls ... that she was doing it and they weren't. Tanya loved making other girls jealous, especially the plain ones, the ones who never got any interest from boys. Tanya felt so superior to girls like that and she liked to let them know it. Like on that very first date with Brad, for example, which she remembered as if it were yesterday. He'd picked her up in his car at seven, as agreed, and she'd asked him to take her to the Rocket Bar in the centre of town. The RB was a favourite hangout of Tanya's. She went there sometimes with the other cheerleaders (all pretty girls but not in her league) and basked in the attention of the predominantly male clientele. You got the older guys in there (not boys from school) and Tanya always had a good time leading them on. She was known as a cock tease, of course, but that didn't stop the guys trying, every time she appeared. The other CL girls played the same games, competed with each other in the "drive the men crazy" stakes, but they all paled next to Tanya.

When she and Brad walked into the RB that night, she had her usual impact. Every guy in the place drank in the vision of the drop dead gorgeous Tanya Richardson dressed to kill. The skin tight designer jeans, the skimpy crop top which flaunted her luscious breasts and her flat, toned, lightly tanned belly. She looked like a wet dream. Seeing she was with a guy (Brad) rather than her usual girly group, the men looked disappointed but it didn't stop them ogling. Would be no more than that though, tonight, what with the size and stature of Brad Phelps ... obviously her new boyfriend. Tanya grinned around the place, sensing (and enjoying) their dismay that she was hitched, lapping up the usual longing stares.