Chapter 1182: Bad Alan!

Chapter 1182: Bad Alan!



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Alan parked his car and shut off the engine. Looking across the street, he wondered if what he was planning was such a good idea.

He'd driven over to the Morgan house, intending to surprise Heather, but now that he was there he was having second thoughts about it. For one thing, he could tell that her parents were home, which would make any hanky-panky that the two of them might get up to in her room a risky proposition indeed. Of course, taking those kinds of risks had never stopped Heather before, and in fact she seemed to relish and crave that kind of risk taking.

His life had been so crazy and busy lately that he hadn't had much time to strategize and plan ahead. In fact, most of his thinking about how to handle Heather had taken place in the car ride over, so he was still very unsure of himself.

The question is, will what I'm planning to do to her throw her for enough of a loop so as to give me some more breathing space? I've got to punish her for yesterday's defiance, but it can't all just be "bitter, bitter, bitter" or else she'll rebel and that'll be the end of everything. No, Xania's right. I have to do "bitter, bitter, sweet" in order to keep stringing her along and keep her right where I want her. The thing is, will she recognize the sweet for the punishment it is and yet still want it so as to take the bitter as well and reach for the final prize of her own free will? That's the real question.

Looking around while trying to make up his mind, he started undressing and stacking his clothes (and the "gift" he'd bought for her) in an out of the way corner where they wouldn't be obvious.

Then he noticed something on the wall he'd never seen before. It was a picture of Heather, all dolled up with her hair partly in curls instead of in her usual ponytail. He thought, Smokin'! She looks like she's dressed to go to the prom or something fancy, and in fact, she probably was. God, I hardly recognize her. She looks even hotter than usual, if such a thing is possible. I can't believe that I'm gonna be sinking Alan Junior into her honey pot in a matter of minutes. Sweetness! I still can't get over the fact that this girl, the head cheerleader and future prom queen, is my personal bitchslut! Not bad for a so-called nerd, eh?

He felt a stiffening in his shorts as he stared at the stunning photograph. The sound of the running shower was certainly increasing his arousal, too. I think I'll poke both her pussy and her ass today, just 'cos I feel like it. Heh!

But he had time to kill until she came out. Wandering around the room, he came to a full length mirror on the wall near her personal bathroom.

Of course! he thought, remembering back to the time that he'd gotten her to agree to her Inner Bitch Taming program in the theater room. At the time, I didn't think about her having a mirror like this in her room, but as much as she loves to flaunt her body, how could she not?

He felt his balls churn and his erection thicken even more as he remembered what he'd done with her (and got her to admit to) the last time he'd had her in front of a mirror like this one. Hell, man, what am I waiting for? He pulled his shorts down and let his hard-on spring free.

Suddenly the shower in the bathroom stopped.

He felt his "Bad Alan" side well up within him. He grinned at his reflection. Show time!