Million Dollar Ass

Kayla was living a normal teenage life until one fateful day, hormones came. Her life changed as she knew it.

Tristan_Taylor_6679 · Urban

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Chapter 2

In the weeks and soon months after the naughty videos went out, Kayla became quite the infamous one at school. Though she was still rather innocuous compared to most at her school, the boys were hoping and praying for Kayla to have her "coming out party". But they weren't expecting this. The caption said on Kayla's Snapchat story read this: "Million Dollar Ass, you can't afford this..." "Damn, girl. How long you been hiding that? Mmm!" A boy said. Another touched her gently and said: "Kayla. Why so tense? We all saw it. You're begging for some action, ain't you? Yeah. Yeah..." His hands drifted down her curves. "Hey, Kayla, what's up?" Sam said. A look of relief came over her face. "Hey, Sam. What's up?" The boys backed off after Sam shot them a look. "You want me to walk you to class?" Sam asked. Kayla shrugged and nodded. But before they left, one boy remarked: "Hmm. You'll be back. I'll satisfy you. See what happens." He then copped a feel on her ample buttocks and smiled at his friend. "I bet that shit is real tight, too... Mmm." Kayla was now thinking, "How did I get here?" She looked at Sam. She wondered, should she embrace it? Flaunt her curves a little more? But then she quickly realized that Sam was her friend in this situation. Kayla was grateful for that. Soon they stopped at Kayla's class. "This is your stop." "Thanks," Kayla replied. "Anytime." The tardy alarm rung. "Oh, shit," He whispered loudly. "Gotta go." "Bye, Sam." Sam jogged to his class. Kayla stepped into her algebra class. And not even five seconds afterwards, Kayla got mobbed. "You bitch. You're dating Sam Prescott?!?!" Her best friend Diamond said. "He's a friend." "Yeah, tell that to the judge," she said. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss 'Fuck Me, Daddy!'" Courtney Jackson said, grabbing her Double-D cup breasts as a joke. Courtney was your stereotypical popular high school slut who did not care what she had to do to dominate the school's totem pole. Kayla did not like her. She knew Courtney before she was like this. Kayla knew why Courtney did all those things. "I have to say... not gonna lie... didn't know you had it in you. But I have a question..." "What?" Kayla said, already annoyed. "Are you and Sam... you know..." she whispered to her. She jumped up. "Always wanted to know!" Courtney said. Holding Kayla back was her friend, Luther Lawson, who always had a thing for her. "I'm good, Luther. I'm good," Kayla said to Luther. "How are you doing?" Luther asked, tilting his head. "Oh no. Not you too." "Yeah, I saw it," Luther said. "Look. Answer this question for me." "Yeah?" He replied, getting his books out of his bags while sneaking a peek at Kayla's cleavage. "What did you do after you saw my Snaps?" Luther was taken aback by the question. Nonetheless, he was a bad liar and the two always were truthful to one another. "Well, wouldn't you like to know?" Luther said, smiling. "And I'm not alone if you know what I mean. I say if you've got it, flaunt it. And you got it," Luther said. Kayla smiled. "You think?" "Haha. I know. Besides, what's with that bitch Courtney anyway?" Luther said. "Fuck that bitch," Kayla laughed. Once upon a time, not too long ago, Courtney and Kayla were actually close friends. Until one night, an incident happened at a party. Everyone remembers, especially Kayla. Courtney Jackson had an impeccable athletic figure with curves to die for. Boys wanted her. Girls envied her to no end. Courtney Jackson was a cheerleader as well, which meant popularity came with the territory. Compared to Courtney, Kayla was meek and innocent. Her body was slim at the time. Her breasts were barely budding. Her hips were growing. However, Kayla secretly wanted more. That soon changed when Kayla walked in on Courtney having sex that night, with twin brothers on the football team. Kayla was taken aback but not surprised at this scene. But what really surprised her was this... "Look. Kayla. If I tell you this, would you promise to keep it between us?" "Yeah, what is it?" "Um... I think I like girls." "Like... Bisexual?" Kayla said. "But I just saw you..." "Yeah, about that... don't ask." "Okay, I won't. What... Makes you think that?" Kayla said, curious. "So, I was at cheer practice. I was changing, right? All of a sudden, I got my tits grabbed up. Now, normally I really don't like that. These girls already way more than enough attention as it is. But it actually felt good. I liked it. It made my nipples hard. I turned around, and it was Megan... Topless. Titties out. Damn. Talk about ballsy. She had some nice ones too. I can't stop thinking about her for some reason," Courtney said. "Megan Simpson?! She..." "Yup. She had some big tits. Couldn't get my hands off them. Anyway, we looked at each other and... She kissed me. I liked it. Wanna make out?" Courtney said. At this point, Kayla looked at her then friend knowing that she turned into a pleaser of men that happened to be bisexual. She felt sorry for her. She thought she wouldn't survive. Kayla drifted closer and closer to Courtney's thick glossed lips. "I gotta get home, Court. Your secret is safe with me," she said, hastily getting out of the room. Eventually, Kayla thought wrong. Courtney would survive. In fact, she would thrive. The secret eventually got out. Courtney thought Kayla told someone about two things: The topless makeout session and Courtney asking to kiss Kayla. Both of which ended their friendship. This eventually led to Courtney being the first bisexual captain of the cheerleading squad. Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Sam Prescott was in economics class, taking notes. Behind him were the twins named Kareem and Kenyon Michaels were trying to get his attention. "Yo, Sam. Sam. Sam!" "What?" Sam replied. "Hey, you heard about the bitch that put videos of herself on Snapchat?" Kareem said. "Man. Goddamn, she is sexy!" Kenyon said. "The things that I would do to her... good god!" "Don't you stick your dicks in enough objects as it is? I heard about that chick at that party," Sam said. "You talking about that Courtney bitch? Damn, she was fine," Kenyon said, reminiscing. "And she could take it like a pro! We had her tapping out like Flair. Woo!" Kareem said. Kenyon smiled. Everybody else in the class looked back. "Mr. Michaels. Mr. Prescott. What is the meaning of that outburst?" The teacher said. "Sorry, sir," They all said. "But don't lie, you want the Snapchat bitch, do you? Do you?" Kenyon whispered while smiling. The bell rung. "Ok, your homework is to finish your workbook pages. They're due at the end of this week," the teacher said while the class filed out. "I can't believe I actually fell asleep here," The diminutive Dylan Martin said to himself. "I stayed up too late again studying. Oh, God." "Hey, Dylan, What's up?" Sam said, slapping hands with him. "What's up, bro?" Dylan said. "Did you hear about her?" "Who?" Sam said, playing dumb. "You know... That Snapchat chick. Oh my God! It was amazing. And her booty! Oh, the booty! It had me like..." Dylan exclaimed. "Yeah, I know," Sam said. "Hey, Sam!" Kayla yelled and waved. He waved back. "Duty calls, homie. Peace out." Sam walked toward Kayla. Dylan then said to himself... "Wait... Sam and... Are they? Nah. Nah..." Sam was in full bodyguard mode at this point. He said in Kayla's ear: "Everyone knows about you in this school. I say give them something to talk about." Kayla looked at him. "As in what?" "As in... Give them another taste of Kayla. That's it! Taste of Kayla! That is money right there," Sam said. "Money? Oh no. Hell no..." "Kayla, Kayla, Kayla... Do you know how much bank we can make off of this? Like it or not, that ass... that million dollar ass made you infamous. Now it's time to give them a different side of you. Now are you with me or not?" Sam said. Kayla took a deep breath. She was at the point of no return. "What the hell. I'm with it." "Now, what class are you in now?" "AP History," She said. "Oh, word? AP, huh? Ok. I have a plan. Give me your phone." "What?" "Trust me," Sam said. "I got you." "Hey, million-dollar ass!" One boy yelled by while copping a quick spank. Kayla shot him a dirty look. "Ok, look. Kayla, this is premium mode. You can now get money for doing this. Part one of my plan is simple. Two words: Thirst traps. Maybe tease a little in some vids. That drives us insane. We're simpletons. Trust me. No nudity though. Make them want more. And do not get caught under any circumstances," Sam said. "I know this. I know not to get caught. And if I agree to this, what's part two?" "What lunch do you have?" Sam asked. "Second," She answered. "You'll get your answer then. We have the same lunch. See you." "Bye." Later that day, in fourth period... Kayla walked into the classroom early. She sat in the back of the classroom, as she always does. She got out her phone and opened her Snapchat app. She made sure nobody was imminently coming while she unsnapped her jeans. She showed her cute innocuous panties played peek-a-boo. Kayla started her recording. "Hey, boys... I'm in class. Wanna see more of me?" She said in her best seductive voice, which she thought was slightly forced. She switched the camera view. She fondled her breasts, cupping them. She zoomed in. She then played with her breasts for a few seconds. Kayla looked up again to see if anybody was coming. She started to reach down her pants when she heard someone coming into the classroom. Kayla licked her lips and saved the video. She quickly snapped her jeans back as if nothing happened. "Million Dollar Ass," Her male classmate, Tom Wright said to her. "What's up?" "Nothing, Thomas." "Why you sitting back here, Kayla? You're normally up front," He said. "What's wrong with picking a new seat, man?" All this time, Kayla's phone was out under her desk. She sent the video. She had never done anything like this before. "This had better be worth it..." she said under her breath. She clicked send. Not that much later was a vibration. "Oh my shit. Oh my entire shit," he said, looking at his phone. A few seconds later, Kayla's phone started to blow up with the same messages like last time only with money attached to it... Goddamn! Take it off! Beautiful. My God! "Oh my God," Kayla said. "Am I looking like the school slut now?" "Don't know about that, but... Damn, you're sexy!" Tom said. This was only the beginning. The beginning of a hustle for Kayla. The beginning of a movement. The beginning of an entity that would change her whole image. "Taste of Kayla" would soon transform Kayla from infamy to a star.

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