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THE AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

by Doug Rundell

Brian Petersen, age 16, was a freshman at Ellis High School. He had short brown hair, and he was a little on the scrawny side. He was one of the most unpopular kids in his school, but he still managed to make many friends there. Still though, Brian had no girlfriend, and he knew that nobody wanted to go out with him.

One afternoon, about 12:33, Brian was taking his lunch back to the table through the school cafeteria packed with students. He was sitting with his friends, Bill Myers and Steven Enberg. Across from them, near the wall, sat two of the prettiest girls in the school. They were Christine Banks and Tara Krieg.
"Hey, Brian," Eric said. "There's Christine. You know, that girl you wanted to ask out. Why don't you do it? She's only sitting with Tara today."
Steven urged him on. "Yeah, there's no one else there. They're alone."
"C'mon, guys, what do you think she'll say to this?" Brian said, glancing down at his scrawny unfitting self. No chance.
Steven replied, "Everyone's got weaknesses, Brian! Jeez, don't be a wuss. Hey, if you don't ask her out, I will."
Bill was confused. "Steven, I thought you were already going out with Jill."
"Hey, two babes are better than one," Steven remarked. With that, Brian stood up hastily. "Alright, guys, I've had enough. I'll do it, okay?"
"Great. Good luck, man!" Brian said.
Brian walked cautiously through the crowded tables toward the one near the wall where Tara and Christine were sitting at.
Christine, 5'11, had blonde hair down to her waist and she had beautiful blue eyes. Tara had her cherry red hair tied back in a neat pony tail. She was brown-eyed, and was a couple inches shorter than Christine. Both girls were juniors, and they'd be graduating two years before Brian.
"Look who's coming this way, Christine," Tara warned.
"Oh, no, it's Brian Petersen."
Brian was almost there, when all of a sudden, he tripped and fell on his face...right at Christine's feet. Almost the whole cafeteria laughed, along with Christine and Tara, as Brian lay on his stomach, staring at a pair of beautiful, new dark blue leather flats on Christine's socked feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tara's beige hiking boots.
"What a geek!" Christine said, nearly embarrassed. "Go away, Brian!" she said, nudging his face with her toe. Brian, slowly getting up, wanted to be dead this very minute. He was humiliated.
"I - I just wanted to say hi. It's not like I'm gonna sit with you or anything."
"What a relief," Christine said.
Tara added, "C'mon, Christine. Give him a little slack, he just tripped." She was still laughing a bit, too, but trying to hide it. The cafeteria began to quiet down.
"I hope you didn't ruin my shoes," Christine said, peeking down. "Or you're going to pay the price." Brian ignored the comment and began to speak.
"Christine, I just wanted to talk to you."
"I'm listening," she answered, looking at her nails. Was she really listening?
"Well, I -" Brian stuttered, "I know you don't like me at all, and you don't care about me, but I think you're very beautiful. And I always dreamt about going out with someone like you, and I knew I couldn't. But I was just wondering if, well, you wanted to hang out with me some time." Both girls looked at each other in disbelief, but Tara still thought it was kind of cute of Brian to come up to her so courageously.
Christine went back to filing her nails. "Brian, you're absolutely right. I don't care about you." Tara smacked Christine on the arm. "What? Did I insult him?" She looked at Brian again. "Alright, Brian. To tell you the truth, I don't really mind you going to school with me as long as you stay away from me." This made it hard for Brian to keep his self-esteem level up.
"Sorry to bother you," Brian snapped, as he turned away.
"Hey, geek!" Christine got up and grabbed Brian's shirt, pulling him back to her. "You didn't say what you were going to do about my new shoes." Brian was puzzled.
Tara whispered, "What a dork." Half the school cafeteria turned its attention to the girls' table again.
"You ever been beaten up by a girl before, Brian?" Christine asked, grabbing his collar.
"Uh, no," he answered in a low voice.
"You better hope we don't find you after school," she threatened. "We may be girls, but we could really kick your ass if we wanted to."
Brian just gave her crusty look and she sent him off. He really had something to tell Steven and Bill, and it wasn't too comforting for him.

3:19 p.m. - Brian was leaving the building, heading home, not even thinking twice about what Christine said she wanted to do to him. But not too far behind him, he saw Christine walking with Tara, following at a safe distance.
Christine said, "I don't believe he asked me out. For the past three hours, I felt like I'm going to throw up." She continued impatiently, "Let's go, Tara! Let's stomp his face in."
All of a sudden, Brian took off in a hurry as the girls chased him around the perimeter of the school building. Many of the other kids looked on in disbelief, saying, "Oh, my God! Brian's actually got girls chasing him!"
Brian ran until there was nowhere to go. He took a sharp turn toward the right, heading for a small, secluded, grassy area within the building. The two girls followed him into the yard, where there were no windows in the walls for anybody in the building to see through. It was basically a brick cubicle of the building, about 40 feet by 40 feet. There were no onlookers. Christine and Tara had Brian trapped in the confined grassy area. The girls closed him in!
"Ooooh, boy," he remarked.
Tara called, "Hello, sweetheart!"
Christine dropped her gym bag and paced over to Brian, grabbing his collar as Tara followed her in. Christine shoved Brian against the hard brick wall.
"I told you we'd find you," Christine promised. "So...you like me, huh?"
"Uh, of course I do..."
"How much?"
"Well -"
Christine didn't give him any time to answer as she gave him a knee to the stomach. Brian fell at her feet in pain. She then stomped on his hip!
"Ooooowww! Jeez..." he moaned. Tara stood near Brian's head and said, "Welcome to Tara and Christine's After School Special, Brian!"
Christine pulled Brian up and held him against the wall again. "Hold him, Tara."
Tara grabbed Brian and pinned his shoulders to the wall. Christine walked to her gym bag, sat on the ground, and slipped off her blue leather pumps. Brian gazed desperately into Tara's eyes, begging for mercy. This was when Tara unexpectedly put her lips to Brian's cheek and drooled on his face. He winced in disgust and wiped his cheeks.
Brian said, "I don't know what you girls are up to, but if you leave me alone, I won't go near you for the rest of the school year, alright?" Brian was a little afraid. He had to admit it - these girls were up to something, and it was certainly not a kiss.
"That's no good, Brian," Tara declined. "We've only got two months left!"
Christine was on the ground putting on her black leather athletic shoes. They were new, and they had a smooth surface with a shine. They were nearly ankle-length, so they looked like boots. Christine tied her shoes tight, tucked in the laces, and stood up, walking toward Brian. Brian was intimidated. Tara let go as Christine pulled Brian from the wall and threw him into a corner near the bicycle rack. He slid to the ground, and Christine stepped onto his shoulder.
"Listen, girls," Brian pleaded. "Just let me go, okay, please? I don't -"
"Shut up!" Christine commanded, pushing on his face with her foot. She turned to Tara. "What should we do with him, Tara?"
"Hmmmm..." Tara thought. "I don't know. What do you think?"
"Well," Christine answered. "Brian said he liked me. I'll bet he worships me."
Brian immediately began to sit up when Christine stepped on his chest again with the black leather athletic shoe. "In some sort of hurry or something!?" There was a pause as Christine's shoe was staring Brian right in the face.
"Well?" Christine asked. "Apologize! Kiss my feet...do it!" Tara looked on with a smile and her arms folded. Christine had her foot on Brian's shoulder, and he decided to give in.
"Yes, ma'am..." Brian obeyed. He gently kissed the toe of Christine's shoe, leaving his lips there for a few seconds.
"Is that all?" Christine sounded displeased. "Kiss it hard! Now!" she demanded. "Help me out here, Tara."
Tara put her booted foot on Brian's other shoulder. Now Christine and Tara were pinning Brian against the corner in sitting position with one foot on either shoulder. Christine inched her shoe closer to the side of Brian's neck. Brian held her foot with his hands and pushed his lips hard against the instep of her leather, bringing his tongue to the shoe surface, also. He kissed it affectionately like she told him to. Then he turned his head and kissed the heel of Tara's beige hiking boot.
"Think that'll do, Tara?" asked Christine.
"I guess," Tara replied. "I think we should torture him a little more, though."
Brian pleaded again, "No, please -"
Christine interrupted, "I know..." Both girls took their feet off of Brian's shoulders. "Let's lay him on the ground and stand on him! That will show him how supreme we are."
Tara agreed, as the girls dragged him out of the corner and threw him onto his back on the ground, near the middle of the secluded yard.
"Girls, please, I'll never bother you again if you let me leave!" Brian said while on his back. Christine just ignored him and pinned him with a shoe on the upper chest. She stood on his chest with both feet, trampling him lightly. He gave small moans under her weight, and yet, he saw Tara standing near his head.
"How does that feel, huh, baby?" Christine said while smiling down at the poor teenager beneath her feet.
Tara chimed in, "Need some help, Chris?"
"Sure, climb up," she replied.
"No, PLEASE!"
Brian's moaning continued while Christine stepped back and forth on his chest. Without giving Brian time to turn his head sideways, Tara went ahead and stepped onto his face, full weight, with her rugged-sole hiking boots. This is when louder groans of pain came from Brian's lips, even though they were muffled under Tara's boot soles. Now Christine was trampling Brian's chest with her shiny black athletic shoes, and Tara was standing on Brian's face in her hiking boots. Brian was screaming in pain.
"Don't you turn your head, Brian, or I'll fall down!" Tara warned.
"Mmmmm-stmmmmppp - plllmmmmzzzzz -" was all that could be heard from Brian.
"This is lots of fun! We finally have our revenge," said Christine. She and Tara continued to trample Brian in their respective places painfully. Brian's forehead began to bleed under the weight of Tara's hiking boots, and he could barely breathe. Tara stepped off Brian's face with one foot as she was beginning to lose her balance. She then massaged his face with her other boot.
"Oooh - please -" Brian begged. Still, the girls would show no mercy. Christine finally stepped off Brian's bruised chest.
"Okay, time for something different before we go home."
"Oh, you mean we have to stop?" Tara complained.
Christine said, "Well, we can't spend all day with this little geek!"
"Good point, Chris. What now?"
"Hmmmm...step off him for a second." Tara took the foot off Brian's face, and then he gave a big breath of relief. His forehead was bleeding and the girls could barely hear him thank them.
"What are you thanking us for?" Christine said. "We're not done yet!" With that, she stepped over to his head and put her shoe heel into his mouth, as if it were a comfortable foot rest.
"Suck my shoe heel, geek! Worship that leather, now." Tara stood by Brian's head and watched. Brian's mouth was plugged with Christine's shoe heel. She stepped harder to make sure he was getting as much of the heel as possible. Brian began to suck the luscious leather of her shoe. He was drooling slightly from sucking so hard, but he was doing as he was told. As time passed, his jaw got more tired. She took her heel out of his mouth after a couple minutes.
"Okay, you can stop, my slave," Christine commanded.
Brian, breathing heavily still, mouthed the words, "Thank...you so...much..."
"So how did those boots feel on your face, huh? Did you get a close-up of those soles?"
Tara added, "Yeah! I wish I could stand on your face every day!"
Brian was still lying on his back in pain at the girls' feet. "I just wanna...leave..."
It's been about 6 or 7 minutes so far. Brian could take no more of the girls' torture. He was cut and bleeding in several spots of his face, and he was in pain all over.
"Had enough, slave? Kiss our feet." Christine said as she put a foot on his throat.
"But -"
"Kiss them!" she demanded, putting pressure on his throat. Brian lifted the black leather athletic shoe a bit and inched it over his mouth. He gave it several passionate kisses, letting Christine know how sorry he was.
"Christine...I don't know...what I did to deserve this...but I...I love you..." Brian said while kissing her shoe desperately.
Christine took her foot away, and Tara put one foot forward. "Well, we hate you. Now kiss Tara's foot. Show her respect, just like you showed me."
Brian rolled slowly onto his stomach only to have his face resting square on the toe of Tara's hiking boot. He began the boot worship, first licking across the rubber sole, then kissing the boot all over, even the ankle leather. He once again got tired, and let his head rest on Tara's boot.
"That's enough," Christine said. "Let's go. We're done with this little fool." Tara removed her boot from under Brian's face. He was lying on his stomach, tired, head turned sideways.
Christine nudged his cheek for one last time with her shoe toe, saying, "I hope you learned now not to talk to us again...dork!" With that, she spit in his face. "Thank you for being such a sport, boy. It's been fun!"
Just then, as Christine walked away to get her gym bag, Tara stomped hard on Brian's back with her hiking boot! He lifted his head and yelled in pain as Tara ground the heel into his lower back. "Feel good?" Tara said as Christine laughed. "See ya, babe!"
The two girls giggled and laughed as they left this small grassy area of the school's exterior, the secluded brick cubicle. They walked out, leaving poor Brian lying on his stomach on the ground. He was resting from the pain and suffering he endured while being trampled and kicked by the two beautiful girls. The only feelings he'd ever have for Tara and Christine are pain and humiliation.

Brian Petersen would never forget this day after school when two of the most gorgeous girls in the junior class tortured him. But, indeed, he never talked to Christine and Tara again. He just went on with his life, and tried to forget the whole incident, the whole "after school special".


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