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Title: Dream in Motion (and Other Winning Phrases from Songs by Billy Ocean) (1/4)
Author: Alsike
Pairing: Alex/Olivia, Serena/Casey, Alex/F (you tell me who it is)
Rating: NC-17 Warning! Warning! This is really dirty!
Although there is technically no explicit sexual intercourse in this story, there is sexual contact. According to the New York State Penal Code "Sexual contact" means any touching of the sexual or other intimate parts of a person for the purpose of gratifying sexual desire of either party. It includes the touching of the actor by the victim, as well as the touching of the victim by the actor, whether directly or through clothing.
And this, my friends, is most definitely explicitly described.
Disclaimer: Dick Wolf, I most deeply apologize for violating and abusing your characters. Actually, you treat them worse than me. So I don't apologize. But they still don't belong to me.
Summary: This is another of my repulsive AUs that was written purely for pornographic gratification and managed to morph into something more complicated and less sexually fulfilling. The idea was stolen from lexus_grey 's Rockstar chart: Principal/Cheerleader.
The last principal at St. Teresa’s Private Girls’ High had retired in a storm of scandal. His current whereabouts were unknown, although it was likely that he had fled the country. Olivia Benson, last month a lowly second year guidance counselor, shuffled through the newspaper clippings that littered her new desk in her new office and wondered how much of the gossip printed as news was accurate and how much of it had been fabricated by the demon of the school’s board of directors: Mrs. Harold Cabot. Olivia hadn’t realized exactly how accurate that description was until suddenly Mrs. Cabot pushed through a ferocious measure that promoted the lowly counselor into the newly vacant principal slot.
Olivia hadn’t even wanted to work at a posh girl’s school. She was planning on applying for a position in the inner city, dealing with gangs and troubled youth. But it turned out that having a criminal record was not good for getting a job in the public school system. Somehow it didn’t bar her from private schools, which Olivia found rather odd. So Olivia had ended up in the wilds of suburban Connecticut, pretending to have the qualifications to be a principal, and squashed between the power plays of two insufferable Cabot women.
At least Mrs. Cabot only wanted the school to succeed. St. Teresa’s ratings had dropped for four years in a row before the former principal was ousted. Olivia figured that that had more to do with the reason he left than the hints of embezzlement. Liv had had a good look at the books, and all of that seemed to be in order, if private funding by Mrs. Cabot on enlarging the library and putting in a new swimming people were technically in order. Liv would be willing to bet that it was all written off on her taxes as charitable donations, carefully ignoring the fact that the Cabots were shareholders in the incorporated school. But that was only money. Mrs. Cabot’s daughter, Alexandra, had far more nefarious things in mind.
It was clear that Alex Cabot felt like she owned the school. She was a senior, and Olivia thanked whatever higher being that was listening that she was leaving the next year. She was a cheerleader with a full AP load, and according to the grade sheets was acing every class although Olivia had never actually spotted her inside a classroom. Instead she spent most of the day relaxing in the hallways, on the bleachers, or at the table in the library that was half hidden by the stacks.
Her best friend was Serena Southerlyn, also blonde, also a cheerleader, and though less disdainful, clearly agreed with Alex on the role of authority in her life. She had been one of Olivia’s advisees, and on their first perfunctory meeting, Serena had sauntered into her office twenty minutes late, gave her a once over, and asked with a blank expression on her face, “are you a dyke?”
Olivia had managed to reply, “Would you like to sit down?”
This made Serena laugh. “I’m sure the answer really isn’t that shocking.”
Serena was clearly demon spawn, but at least she had a sense of humor. Their meetings had a tendency to be sparring matches, and she had managed to build some rapport with the girl. She had encouraged Serena to apply to Smith as well as to NYU and Columbia. She wouldn’t ever say it, but she was worried about these Connecticut hothouse flowers wandering around the big city all on their own. And after a few veiled comments, and some that were more blunt, Olivia was pretty sure that if she asked Serena the question that had begun their relationship, the answer would be in the affirmative.
But, although Serena was manageable, and a girl, that though she would never admit it, she actually liked, Alex was another breed entirely.
Not only did Alex consider herself above all school rules, she also actively liked to thwart them. Her worst enemy was Abbie Carmichael, a dark-haired Texas transplant, who vied with Alex for her position as captain of the cheerleading team, for local boys, and for anything that might make the blonde twitch. Olivia found her to be obnoxiously cocky, and full of herself, and she had already been given detention twice for inappropriately short skirts. But she didn’t actively try to make Olivia’s life hell, which, though not a point in her favor, classed her along with the normal set of obnoxious students.
Olivia could hear shouting echoing down the hall and she groaned as she stood up. It sounded like there was a fight.
Alex had a firm grip on Abbie’s hair and Abbie’s nails were out, scratching at her face, when Olivia burst through the ring of girls shouting and cheering for their favored combatants.
“Okay! Break it up!”
It really pissed Olivia off that the two eighteen year olds were so fucking tall. But she was tougher than them, and caught Abbie by the back of her shirt and Alex by a good bit of her hair and dragged them apart.
“I told you to break it up!”
Alex turned her sharp blue-eyed glare onto Olivia and wiped away some blood trickling from a scratch on the side of her face. “I really don’t see what this has to do with you.”
There was a snicker from most of the audience. Olivia merely raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I can explain. My office, now.” She turned and fixed the brunette with a look. “I want to see you in an hour.”
Alex crossed her arms. “If I’m going to get fucked over, I’d like it to take all night, or don’t you have the stamina for that?”
Olivia pushed her in the direction of her office. “If I decided to suspend you, I can make it last all week.”
That got her a laugh, and she felt a small victory, although she was pretty sure a principal wasn’t supposed to feel victorious about one-upping their students verbally.
“You wouldn’t dare to suspend me. It could put my acceptance to college in jeopardy, and my mother would have your job.”
“You do know that running to your mom isn’t going to work your whole life.”
Alex sat comfortably in the chair across from her desk, arms and legs crossed, and zero fear in her eyes. “Don’t try and lecture me on my life choices, because it’s pretty clear that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend them.”
“Really?” Olivia settled into her own chair. Really, the worst problem with Alexandra Cabot was how attractive she was. Certainly she was arrogant, dismissive, and cold, but her ice blue eyes and harsh sculptural lines of her face made her seem inviolable, and there was nothing Olivia liked so much as interfering with the things she wasn’t supposed to touch. She had always had a talent for defilement, even if it was just a china doll on her mother’s mantle, being kept from childish hands. Alex Cabot was a lot like a china doll, and every once in a while Liv let herself wonder what it would be like to smudge her porcelain-white face, and make her squirm and sweat as if she really was a human, and not a particularly infuriating robot.
“I doubt you’ve ever had anything even resembling a connection. And in my world there’s one rule, if you have a connection, use it. I suppose for you the rule might be, if you know a good parole officer, choose them.”
Olivia raised her eyebrow. “Actually, you usually don’t get to pick your parole officer.”
Alex just sat back and smiled. It was obvious that Mrs. Cabot had been sharing certain elements of her CV with her daughter.
“I’m going to give you a week of detention.”
“I won’t go.”
“Each day you miss adds another on the end.”
“So?”
“If you build up ten detentions you’re automatically suspended for a week.”
“You really don’t want to do that.”
“It’s your choice. I’m being nice. If you want to suspend yourself it’s your own issue.”
“My mom-“
Olivia stood up, enjoying her moment of superior height. “Every single person in this school saw this fight! If I don’t give you detention I will look like a hypocrite, puppet governor. The fact that this is true is irrelevant. You will support me in this for your mother’s sake. Do you think she would be happy trying to find a new principal so soon? Especially one as accomodating as me?”
Alex stood up and walked out.
“I’ll call her and give her a heads up, okay?” Olivia called after her, enjoying the sway of her ass as Alex stalked away.
* * *
The scent of freshly mown grass pervaded the air where Serena and Alex sat on the bleachers with their lunch that they picked up from the deli nearby. Alex leaned back against the boards and scowled.
“I can’t believe I have detention every day this week. What am I supposed to do about practice?”
“Well, as Abbie will be in there too, you won’t have to worry about her usurping your position. It’s okay, we can handle ourselves without you for just a little while.”
Alex flashed her amused glare. “It just pissed me off. Where does she get off being all high handed like that?”
Serena gave her an inquiring glance. “Ms. Benson?”
“Yes. What sort of person is totally aware of all they owe to my family, and is still willing to treat me as if I was just a normal student?”
“Someone who’s fair?”
Alex harrumphed. “There’s no way she’s fair. But what was I thinking talking about this to you? We all know you’ve got a crush on her.”
“Me? No way. But you have to admit she’s hot.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “S, you think Novak’s hot.”
“What about it?” Serena glanced away guiltily. Alex restrained her laughter. It was all too obvious that her best friend had a thing for the resident nerd/fashion disaster.
“Did you see that jacket she was wearing today? Lime green? With her hair?”
Serena groaned. “She’s still cute.”
“I don’t understand why you haven’t made a move yet. I mean: she’s on the softball team. I really doubt she’s going to say no.”
Serena hid her face in her hands. Alex prodded her with an elbow a few times.
“You talk a good game, Serena. But have you ever gone out on a date with a girl?”
“Of course I have!”
Alex smirked. “Making out at parties does not count.”
Serena scowled. “I went out with your cousin Lauren.”
“I set that up. It doesn’t count.”
“Fine, I’m a sad lesbian wallflower, but you have got to admit that your obsession with Ms. Benson has a good dose of attraction worked in.”
“My obsession? I have no obsession!”
“You were the one who made me pose as your mom to get that background check done. You were the one who suggested her for the principal’s position. You’ve skipped more classes and gotten in more fights since she’s been in charge than you have in your entire high-school career.”
“It’s senioritis.”
“It’s an obsession. But just admit that she’s hot when she stalks down a hallway to break up a fight. You know it’s true.”
“Fine,” Alex shrugged. “She’s hot, and sometimes I want to bend her over her desk and fuck her until she begs for mercy. But it’s not an obsession.”
Serena let out a heartfelt groan. “I really did not need that image.”
“You’re such a prude.”
“No, I’m not. It’s just not that easy to find a place to masturbate at school!”
Alex snorted with amusement. “Just grab Casey and take her underneath these bleachers.”
“Yeah, because sidling up to Casey and saying, ‘hey, I’m fucking horny, and I need you to take the edge off right now,’ won’t make her pass out.”
“I can see you’ve put some thought into this.”
“Can you invite her to the party on Friday?”
Alex gave her a look. “Why don’t you invite her?”
Panic crossed Serena’s face. “But then it will be like a date, and I just want her to show up, so I can say hi, and have a valid excuse for a conversation.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t even spoken to her yet.”
“She’s a junior! And nerdy! What was I supposed to say? So… AP Chem, I took that, how’s it going for you?”
“It would have been a start.”
“I would have sounded like an idiot!”
“Fine. I’ll give her an invite to the party, but you had better talk to her. And pray that she’s wearing something coordinated or she’s not allowed to come ever again.”
* * *
After detention and the end of cheerleading practice, Alex parked her Spider in the garage and stepped into an empty house. The message machine was blinking. She hit the middle button and her mother’s voice filled the house.
“Alexandra. Your principal called today to inform me that you had been fighting. Really! This is so unlike you, and a disgrace to your family. How on earth am I supposed to go to a school board meeting knowing that my child is a delinquent? Ms. Benson is a very amiable young woman and I’m sure she is going to do good things for the school. Try not to make things too difficult for her, alright, darling?”
Alex scowled at the wall, feeling frustrated that she didn’t have a human target for her annoyance, but her mom had learned to call before Alex could get home from school.
“Now, your father’s secretary said that he’s going to be stuck in Japan for another few weeks, and can’t take you. But I scheduled this spa a month ago, and I really can’t back out now. Ricardo would be furious. So if you could just look after yourself this week, that would be lovely dear.”
Alex stormed impotently up the stairs and flopped on her stomach into her canopied double bed. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to spending weeks home alone. It had been a regular enough phenomenon even before her parents had split up when she was ten, now it just seemed to happen more often. They seemed to treat her as a valuable object. They were pleased that they owned her but knew it wouldn’t decrease her worth if they left her in the attic for a few years.
Her mother had called fighting ‘unlike her’ but how would she know? The only time she ever paid attention to Alex was when she had some gossip about the daughters of one of her friends. And she had stopped telling her anything after the incident a few years ago when she had revealed Serena’s lesbian tendencies in confidence, and it had gotten back to Mrs. Southerlyn who had freaked out and was still making Serena’s life hell by setting her up on dates with eligible young men. Alex had had a lot of groveling to do to make Serena forgive her for that one.
It had been a good fight though. Abbie was the best person to provoke because the crazy Texan would resort to violence much more quickly than anyone else at school, and Alex was still unsure on how one crossed that border from a sharp comment to a closed fist. She had come close to it when Olivia was yelling at her though. …Olivia… Serena would never let her live it down if she admitted that she referred to Ms. Benson by her first name in her head. But it was true enough that Ms. Benson turned her on like no one else. She had always been interested in the lanky boyish counselor. She stood out from the sweater and pearls Connecticut crowd like an ostrich in a flock of pigeons.
Their first encounter had been in the middle of first period the first day of sophomore year. It had been Olivia’s first day of seeing students and she was running late, hurrying in through the front doors into the atrium where Alex had been taking a break from math. Alex had given the flustered woman a look and said, “You’re late.”
Olivia had glanced at her incredulously, spotted her uniform, and then given her a slow, appraising once over, that had sent electricity shooting up Alex’s spine. Then she had replied, “It seems that you’re not where you’re supposed to be either,” turned, and walked away down the hall towards the administrative offices.
Before that Alex had never even considered her sexuality. Whenever Serena pointed out girls she found attractive, Alex could barely restrain her disgust. But with the new evidence regarding Ms. Olivia Benson the verdict needed to be reconsidered. Her new understanding was that, as with the Casey problem, it seemed that they just had radically different taste. And Alex had come to realize that she could not be attracted to anyone that she didn’t respect, and she had no respect for any of the cookie-cutter preppies that went to her school, and their mothers were all bored housewives who thought pearls and Birkin bags would bring excitement into their lives.
Olivia was different. And after Alex had gotten a copy of Olivia’s resume and her application for the counseling job, she had become even more interesting. A few phone calls had verified some of her speculations, and ex-felon Olivia Benson had become a staple of her masturbatory fantasies. Encouraging her mom to consider her for the principal’s slot had been but the work of a moment. As a counselor Olivia had been verboten, but as a principal the impropriety was an incredible turn on. And now she had disciplinary capabilities. Alex liked to think of those two words together: …Olivia…discipline…. She had jerked her off Abbie so fiercely, and then gave her that firm shove down the hallway. It was too bad that detention and suspension were such uninteresting punishments.
* * *
Author: Alsike
Pairing: Alex/Olivia, Serena/Casey, Alex/F (you tell me who it is)
Rating: NC-17 Warning! Warning! This is really dirty!
Although there is technically no explicit sexual intercourse in this story, there is sexual contact. According to the New York State Penal Code "Sexual contact" means any touching of the sexual or other intimate parts of a person for the purpose of gratifying sexual desire of either party. It includes the touching of the actor by the victim, as well as the touching of the victim by the actor, whether directly or through clothing.
And this, my friends, is most definitely explicitly described.
Disclaimer: Dick Wolf, I most deeply apologize for violating and abusing your characters. Actually, you treat them worse than me. So I don't apologize. But they still don't belong to me.
Summary: This is another of my repulsive AUs that was written purely for pornographic gratification and managed to morph into something more complicated and less sexually fulfilling. The idea was stolen from lexus_grey 's Rockstar chart: Principal/Cheerleader.
The last principal at St. Teresa’s Private Girls’ High had retired in a storm of scandal. His current whereabouts were unknown, although it was likely that he had fled the country. Olivia Benson, last month a lowly second year guidance counselor, shuffled through the newspaper clippings that littered her new desk in her new office and wondered how much of the gossip printed as news was accurate and how much of it had been fabricated by the demon of the school’s board of directors: Mrs. Harold Cabot. Olivia hadn’t realized exactly how accurate that description was until suddenly Mrs. Cabot pushed through a ferocious measure that promoted the lowly counselor into the newly vacant principal slot.
Olivia hadn’t even wanted to work at a posh girl’s school. She was planning on applying for a position in the inner city, dealing with gangs and troubled youth. But it turned out that having a criminal record was not good for getting a job in the public school system. Somehow it didn’t bar her from private schools, which Olivia found rather odd. So Olivia had ended up in the wilds of suburban Connecticut, pretending to have the qualifications to be a principal, and squashed between the power plays of two insufferable Cabot women.
At least Mrs. Cabot only wanted the school to succeed. St. Teresa’s ratings had dropped for four years in a row before the former principal was ousted. Olivia figured that that had more to do with the reason he left than the hints of embezzlement. Liv had had a good look at the books, and all of that seemed to be in order, if private funding by Mrs. Cabot on enlarging the library and putting in a new swimming people were technically in order. Liv would be willing to bet that it was all written off on her taxes as charitable donations, carefully ignoring the fact that the Cabots were shareholders in the incorporated school. But that was only money. Mrs. Cabot’s daughter, Alexandra, had far more nefarious things in mind.
It was clear that Alex Cabot felt like she owned the school. She was a senior, and Olivia thanked whatever higher being that was listening that she was leaving the next year. She was a cheerleader with a full AP load, and according to the grade sheets was acing every class although Olivia had never actually spotted her inside a classroom. Instead she spent most of the day relaxing in the hallways, on the bleachers, or at the table in the library that was half hidden by the stacks.
Her best friend was Serena Southerlyn, also blonde, also a cheerleader, and though less disdainful, clearly agreed with Alex on the role of authority in her life. She had been one of Olivia’s advisees, and on their first perfunctory meeting, Serena had sauntered into her office twenty minutes late, gave her a once over, and asked with a blank expression on her face, “are you a dyke?”
Olivia had managed to reply, “Would you like to sit down?”
This made Serena laugh. “I’m sure the answer really isn’t that shocking.”
Serena was clearly demon spawn, but at least she had a sense of humor. Their meetings had a tendency to be sparring matches, and she had managed to build some rapport with the girl. She had encouraged Serena to apply to Smith as well as to NYU and Columbia. She wouldn’t ever say it, but she was worried about these Connecticut hothouse flowers wandering around the big city all on their own. And after a few veiled comments, and some that were more blunt, Olivia was pretty sure that if she asked Serena the question that had begun their relationship, the answer would be in the affirmative.
But, although Serena was manageable, and a girl, that though she would never admit it, she actually liked, Alex was another breed entirely.
Not only did Alex consider herself above all school rules, she also actively liked to thwart them. Her worst enemy was Abbie Carmichael, a dark-haired Texas transplant, who vied with Alex for her position as captain of the cheerleading team, for local boys, and for anything that might make the blonde twitch. Olivia found her to be obnoxiously cocky, and full of herself, and she had already been given detention twice for inappropriately short skirts. But she didn’t actively try to make Olivia’s life hell, which, though not a point in her favor, classed her along with the normal set of obnoxious students.
Olivia could hear shouting echoing down the hall and she groaned as she stood up. It sounded like there was a fight.
Alex had a firm grip on Abbie’s hair and Abbie’s nails were out, scratching at her face, when Olivia burst through the ring of girls shouting and cheering for their favored combatants.
“Okay! Break it up!”
It really pissed Olivia off that the two eighteen year olds were so fucking tall. But she was tougher than them, and caught Abbie by the back of her shirt and Alex by a good bit of her hair and dragged them apart.
“I told you to break it up!”
Alex turned her sharp blue-eyed glare onto Olivia and wiped away some blood trickling from a scratch on the side of her face. “I really don’t see what this has to do with you.”
There was a snicker from most of the audience. Olivia merely raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I can explain. My office, now.” She turned and fixed the brunette with a look. “I want to see you in an hour.”
Alex crossed her arms. “If I’m going to get fucked over, I’d like it to take all night, or don’t you have the stamina for that?”
Olivia pushed her in the direction of her office. “If I decided to suspend you, I can make it last all week.”
That got her a laugh, and she felt a small victory, although she was pretty sure a principal wasn’t supposed to feel victorious about one-upping their students verbally.
“You wouldn’t dare to suspend me. It could put my acceptance to college in jeopardy, and my mother would have your job.”
“You do know that running to your mom isn’t going to work your whole life.”
Alex sat comfortably in the chair across from her desk, arms and legs crossed, and zero fear in her eyes. “Don’t try and lecture me on my life choices, because it’s pretty clear that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend them.”
“Really?” Olivia settled into her own chair. Really, the worst problem with Alexandra Cabot was how attractive she was. Certainly she was arrogant, dismissive, and cold, but her ice blue eyes and harsh sculptural lines of her face made her seem inviolable, and there was nothing Olivia liked so much as interfering with the things she wasn’t supposed to touch. She had always had a talent for defilement, even if it was just a china doll on her mother’s mantle, being kept from childish hands. Alex Cabot was a lot like a china doll, and every once in a while Liv let herself wonder what it would be like to smudge her porcelain-white face, and make her squirm and sweat as if she really was a human, and not a particularly infuriating robot.
“I doubt you’ve ever had anything even resembling a connection. And in my world there’s one rule, if you have a connection, use it. I suppose for you the rule might be, if you know a good parole officer, choose them.”
Olivia raised her eyebrow. “Actually, you usually don’t get to pick your parole officer.”
Alex just sat back and smiled. It was obvious that Mrs. Cabot had been sharing certain elements of her CV with her daughter.
“I’m going to give you a week of detention.”
“I won’t go.”
“Each day you miss adds another on the end.”
“So?”
“If you build up ten detentions you’re automatically suspended for a week.”
“You really don’t want to do that.”
“It’s your choice. I’m being nice. If you want to suspend yourself it’s your own issue.”
“My mom-“
Olivia stood up, enjoying her moment of superior height. “Every single person in this school saw this fight! If I don’t give you detention I will look like a hypocrite, puppet governor. The fact that this is true is irrelevant. You will support me in this for your mother’s sake. Do you think she would be happy trying to find a new principal so soon? Especially one as accomodating as me?”
Alex stood up and walked out.
“I’ll call her and give her a heads up, okay?” Olivia called after her, enjoying the sway of her ass as Alex stalked away.
* * *
The scent of freshly mown grass pervaded the air where Serena and Alex sat on the bleachers with their lunch that they picked up from the deli nearby. Alex leaned back against the boards and scowled.
“I can’t believe I have detention every day this week. What am I supposed to do about practice?”
“Well, as Abbie will be in there too, you won’t have to worry about her usurping your position. It’s okay, we can handle ourselves without you for just a little while.”
Alex flashed her amused glare. “It just pissed me off. Where does she get off being all high handed like that?”
Serena gave her an inquiring glance. “Ms. Benson?”
“Yes. What sort of person is totally aware of all they owe to my family, and is still willing to treat me as if I was just a normal student?”
“Someone who’s fair?”
Alex harrumphed. “There’s no way she’s fair. But what was I thinking talking about this to you? We all know you’ve got a crush on her.”
“Me? No way. But you have to admit she’s hot.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “S, you think Novak’s hot.”
“What about it?” Serena glanced away guiltily. Alex restrained her laughter. It was all too obvious that her best friend had a thing for the resident nerd/fashion disaster.
“Did you see that jacket she was wearing today? Lime green? With her hair?”
Serena groaned. “She’s still cute.”
“I don’t understand why you haven’t made a move yet. I mean: she’s on the softball team. I really doubt she’s going to say no.”
Serena hid her face in her hands. Alex prodded her with an elbow a few times.
“You talk a good game, Serena. But have you ever gone out on a date with a girl?”
“Of course I have!”
Alex smirked. “Making out at parties does not count.”
Serena scowled. “I went out with your cousin Lauren.”
“I set that up. It doesn’t count.”
“Fine, I’m a sad lesbian wallflower, but you have got to admit that your obsession with Ms. Benson has a good dose of attraction worked in.”
“My obsession? I have no obsession!”
“You were the one who made me pose as your mom to get that background check done. You were the one who suggested her for the principal’s position. You’ve skipped more classes and gotten in more fights since she’s been in charge than you have in your entire high-school career.”
“It’s senioritis.”
“It’s an obsession. But just admit that she’s hot when she stalks down a hallway to break up a fight. You know it’s true.”
“Fine,” Alex shrugged. “She’s hot, and sometimes I want to bend her over her desk and fuck her until she begs for mercy. But it’s not an obsession.”
Serena let out a heartfelt groan. “I really did not need that image.”
“You’re such a prude.”
“No, I’m not. It’s just not that easy to find a place to masturbate at school!”
Alex snorted with amusement. “Just grab Casey and take her underneath these bleachers.”
“Yeah, because sidling up to Casey and saying, ‘hey, I’m fucking horny, and I need you to take the edge off right now,’ won’t make her pass out.”
“I can see you’ve put some thought into this.”
“Can you invite her to the party on Friday?”
Alex gave her a look. “Why don’t you invite her?”
Panic crossed Serena’s face. “But then it will be like a date, and I just want her to show up, so I can say hi, and have a valid excuse for a conversation.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t even spoken to her yet.”
“She’s a junior! And nerdy! What was I supposed to say? So… AP Chem, I took that, how’s it going for you?”
“It would have been a start.”
“I would have sounded like an idiot!”
“Fine. I’ll give her an invite to the party, but you had better talk to her. And pray that she’s wearing something coordinated or she’s not allowed to come ever again.”
* * *
After detention and the end of cheerleading practice, Alex parked her Spider in the garage and stepped into an empty house. The message machine was blinking. She hit the middle button and her mother’s voice filled the house.
“Alexandra. Your principal called today to inform me that you had been fighting. Really! This is so unlike you, and a disgrace to your family. How on earth am I supposed to go to a school board meeting knowing that my child is a delinquent? Ms. Benson is a very amiable young woman and I’m sure she is going to do good things for the school. Try not to make things too difficult for her, alright, darling?”
Alex scowled at the wall, feeling frustrated that she didn’t have a human target for her annoyance, but her mom had learned to call before Alex could get home from school.
“Now, your father’s secretary said that he’s going to be stuck in Japan for another few weeks, and can’t take you. But I scheduled this spa a month ago, and I really can’t back out now. Ricardo would be furious. So if you could just look after yourself this week, that would be lovely dear.”
Alex stormed impotently up the stairs and flopped on her stomach into her canopied double bed. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to spending weeks home alone. It had been a regular enough phenomenon even before her parents had split up when she was ten, now it just seemed to happen more often. They seemed to treat her as a valuable object. They were pleased that they owned her but knew it wouldn’t decrease her worth if they left her in the attic for a few years.
Her mother had called fighting ‘unlike her’ but how would she know? The only time she ever paid attention to Alex was when she had some gossip about the daughters of one of her friends. And she had stopped telling her anything after the incident a few years ago when she had revealed Serena’s lesbian tendencies in confidence, and it had gotten back to Mrs. Southerlyn who had freaked out and was still making Serena’s life hell by setting her up on dates with eligible young men. Alex had had a lot of groveling to do to make Serena forgive her for that one.
It had been a good fight though. Abbie was the best person to provoke because the crazy Texan would resort to violence much more quickly than anyone else at school, and Alex was still unsure on how one crossed that border from a sharp comment to a closed fist. She had come close to it when Olivia was yelling at her though. …Olivia… Serena would never let her live it down if she admitted that she referred to Ms. Benson by her first name in her head. But it was true enough that Ms. Benson turned her on like no one else. She had always been interested in the lanky boyish counselor. She stood out from the sweater and pearls Connecticut crowd like an ostrich in a flock of pigeons.
Their first encounter had been in the middle of first period the first day of sophomore year. It had been Olivia’s first day of seeing students and she was running late, hurrying in through the front doors into the atrium where Alex had been taking a break from math. Alex had given the flustered woman a look and said, “You’re late.”
Olivia had glanced at her incredulously, spotted her uniform, and then given her a slow, appraising once over, that had sent electricity shooting up Alex’s spine. Then she had replied, “It seems that you’re not where you’re supposed to be either,” turned, and walked away down the hall towards the administrative offices.
Before that Alex had never even considered her sexuality. Whenever Serena pointed out girls she found attractive, Alex could barely restrain her disgust. But with the new evidence regarding Ms. Olivia Benson the verdict needed to be reconsidered. Her new understanding was that, as with the Casey problem, it seemed that they just had radically different taste. And Alex had come to realize that she could not be attracted to anyone that she didn’t respect, and she had no respect for any of the cookie-cutter preppies that went to her school, and their mothers were all bored housewives who thought pearls and Birkin bags would bring excitement into their lives.
Olivia was different. And after Alex had gotten a copy of Olivia’s resume and her application for the counseling job, she had become even more interesting. A few phone calls had verified some of her speculations, and ex-felon Olivia Benson had become a staple of her masturbatory fantasies. Encouraging her mom to consider her for the principal’s slot had been but the work of a moment. As a counselor Olivia had been verboten, but as a principal the impropriety was an incredible turn on. And now she had disciplinary capabilities. Alex liked to think of those two words together: …Olivia…discipline…. She had jerked her off Abbie so fiercely, and then gave her that firm shove down the hallway. It was too bad that detention and suspension were such uninteresting punishments.
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