Sex Piston(23)

“Is this where you tell me it happened to you to make me feel better?” the girl said rudely.

“This is where I tell you to shut the fuck up and lose your attitude,” Sex Piston returned her rudeness and one upped her.

The girls eyes almost bugged out of her head at her reply.

“I’m not able to make you feel better because you don’t want to feel better. Right now, you’re hurt and mad, but you’re also afraid.”

“I’m not scared,” Keri boasted.

“Then you’re stupid. You should be afraid. You should always be afraid when someone tries to hurt you.”

Sex Piston’s answer had the girl listening. Her attitude didn’t change, but her curiosity was aroused.

“Being afraid makes you smart, keeps you on your toes. Not being scared makes you dumb, and you’ll walk into their traps every fucking time.” Sex Piston took a drink of her water. “But you don’t want them to see that you’re afraid because if they do, they will tear you apart like a shark sensing blood in the water.”

The girls swallowed as Sex Piston talked.

“Who’s the boy?” Sex Piston asked.

The girls looked at each other before Keri answered, “Isaac.”

Sex Piston was willing to bet he was one of the kids in crowd.

Keri, being new to the school, would be considered an outsider, and her being pretty made the situation worse by arousing the other girls’ jealousy.

“They call me names and tell me not to talk to him,” Keri confessed.

Sex Piston nodded. “When I was in school, I matured faster than the other girls my age. I was wearing a bra when they were still playing with dolls. It made the girls hate me and the boys notice me. One in particular had all the girls crazy over him, but he would only talk to me, which pissed them off even more.”

“What happened?” Keri asked while Meri listened with lowered eyes.

“They would gang up on me. I had my ass beaten a few times. After I let the boy walk me home from school, they started calling me Sex Piston.”

“I thought the club gave you that nickname?”

Sex Piston gave Meri a wry smile at her comment. “No, those girls gave me that name to hurt me, to try to make me feel bad, which they almost succeeded in doing. Then two things happened to make everything I was going through easier.”

“What?” Keri asked.

“My ma. They finally hurt me bad enough there was no way to keep it a secret anymore. I finally had to tell her what was happening and she laughed at the name the girls gave me. And you know, it was kinda weird, but when she and Pops started calling me Sex Piston, it took the power away from those girls who were using it to hurt me.”

“What was the other thing?” Keri asked.

“Killyama, Crazy Bitch, T.A. and Fat Louise. Killyama were friends with them, and one afternoon they saw the girls going for me. They jumped in and helped me. They whipped those girls’ asses. It was no longer just me against them, but us against them. There is always power in numbers. That’s why the club your father is president over looks up to him because they know that while he is their leader he needs them also. A good leader is someone who uses the power of the members to work together to make what is wrong, right.”

Meri’s eyes watered and a blush filled her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Keri. I should have helped you.”

“Yes, you should have,” Killyama said. Sex Piston smiled at her friend.

“Even if you didn’t want to get involved in the fight, you should have drawn the teacher’s attention to what was going on,” Sex Piston told Meri.

“I should have, but I was afraid that if I did, then they would start picking on me, too.”

“They know that, too. That’s why you work together to make those bitches leave you alone,” Killyama said.

“We will.” The sisters took each other’s hands.

“Good. Now finish your snack. Your dad will be here any minute.”

Sex Piston and Killyama got up from the table, going to the door.

“You know, Dad won’t be happy that you’re cussing in front of us,” Keri said with a threatening gleam in her eye.

Sex Piston gave her a grin. “If you don’t tell him I cussed in front of you, I won’t tell that you almost got your ass whipped.”

“Deal,” Keri said, picking up her sandwich.





Chapter Ten



Stud stared out the window, watching as the sun began to break through the darkness of the night. He had come to dread the morning light as dawn approached. His eyes went to the bed where Sex Piston was lying on her stomach among the tumbled covers. The blanket barely covered the curve of her ass, making him want to return to the warm bed and wake her. The only reason he didn’t was because he knew she would leave. She always left.