The Prom By: Zac Goldstein NOTE: This is fiction. It is not meant to be taken seriously. Be forewarned it contains sexual suggestiveness and profanity. Enjoy. Chapter 1 It was that time of year again. May bowed out and June emerged. Spring faded slowly into summer. Kids of all ages rejoiced the coming close of the scathing school year. For many a high school student across the country, it was Prom Season. For George Marazankis, it was the peak period of business. He was, after all, the only tuxedo vendor and dress realtor in town. It was late May and George had received a good many customers. Most of them were high school seniors looking forward to their proms and graduations and needing the clothes to fit the occasion (pun intended). George became so busy with special orders and alterations to purchases that he hired his niece to assist him. Libby Marazankis was only a year or two removed from many of her customers and proved invaluable in aiding with the selection of apparel. To sum it all up, things were good. As George quietly read his newspaper, the bell above the shop’s entrance rang, signifying that he had a customer (or, in this case, customers). Jessica Flune, Michelle Sparato and Tamara Tuck, all 17-18 and all very pretty, entered the store. George put down his paper and shot a glance at them through his thick spectacles. He could not help it: they were beautiful. Judging by the way they walked, they seemed to know it too. The girls sauntered through the shop, smiling and gabbing with one another amicably. A sudden horrible thought struck George’s mind: they are here to complain. There is something wrong with their dresses and they are going to get their parents to come in here and badger me about it. I’ll be ruined. “Can I help you girls?” he finally willed himself to say. The three girls turned and looked at him, regarding him the same way they might regard a squirrel. George would have felt a pang of indignation had they not been so impossibly good-looking. It was Jessica who smiled at him and was the first to speak. “Yeah....actually you can,” she said. “I like my dress and all, but I’m looking for something to compliment it.” “Earrings?” George asked. “No....I have plenty of those,” she said, and the other two girls giggled. “A necklace perhaps?” “Hmm....” Jessica said, contemplating. “It would have to be one hell of a necklace.” George masked his enthusiasm and merely nodded in agreement. As a matter of fact, he did have one hell of a necklace. It was blue sapphire and very pretty. Libby had come across it and given it to George to add to his inventory. He was very grateful for it and if somebody did indeed buy it, he promised himself to buy the girl a present. “I believe I have just the thing,” he said. “Libby!” Libby Marazankis had been in the back sewing, but she heard enough to know what to bring. She was 19 years old, tall and blond. She was a plain-looking girl who was neither exceptionally ugly nor exceptionally beautiful. Her father died when she was 15 and she had come to rely heavily on the work provided to her by his brother George. He was a kind man and she was grateful for the opportunity. It did not escape George’s notice that she was troubled. Her mother wanted her to have what she did not and demanded much of her. The two years of community college that she attended was not good enough, nor was working for Uncle George. While Libby sat mending prom dresses she occasionally cried: she had never been able to attend her own prom. Libby emerged carrying a box. Upon seeing her, the girls sneered. They knew her, of course. They didn’t know who she was, but they resented her appearance. She made no overt effort to look beautiful, and by their standards, that was unacceptable. George summoned Libby forward and asked her to open the box. She did and when they saw it, the girls’ eyes seemed to glow. “I’ll take it!” Jessica said without hesitation. Her friends seemed a little disappointed but made no objection to her decision. She paid using the credit card her father had given her and they left, expounding upon the beauty of the necklace and sneering at Libby as they passed. George smiled as he went back to his newspaper. His internal promise to Libby was soon forgotten. Chapter 2 “So why aren’t you going again?” asked Pete Parmell over lunch. Gil shrugged his shoulders and sighed. He hated questions like these. “I already told you,” he said. “It’s stupid. It’s a waste of time.” “Uh-huh,” said Pete. “Or maybe it’s just because you couldn’t get a date.” “Fuck you. I have no problem getting a date. But I’m not going to empty my wallet on some girl who I don’t even really like.” Pete continued to grin as he took a swig of soda. “So why not ask a girl that you like?” Gil looked behind him and saw Jessica, Michelle and a couple other girls eating with their friends and boyfriends. “Their already taken,” he said somberly. Following his conversation with Pete, nothing that day seemed to go well for Gilliam Zander. He was upset and with good reason: how could a loser (albeit a loser who was his friend) like Pete Parmell be all set for the prom? As much as he ranted and raved about how much he hated it, the truth remained that Gil wanted to go. He would have given anything to go and have a great time with one person......if only that one person had wanted to go with him. Alas, she didn’t. He knew she would look incredible in her prom dress and there was a good chance she would later be putting out for her boyfriend as they all went down to the beach for the weekend. Gil couldn't face that. He just couldn’t. Thus....he decided not to go. As he walked home from school and the problem bothered him more and more, he reached a determination: I am going to go and have a good time no matter what, even if it means going alone. The prom was in a matter of days and Gil sure hoped there was time to get a tux. His parents would pay for it, though he was bound to take some ribbing for waiting so damn long. Oh well....better late then never. Gil stopped in front of the door of The Right Fit formalwear store and peered inside. The sign on the door read OPEN, but there was no sign of the old Greek guy. Gil’s father knew Mr. Marazankis and he hoped he’d be able to cut him a discount. Shrugging his shoulders again, Gil entered. The place looked how he expected it would look: nearly empty. Most of his peers had visited the place a few days before and carefully combed through an appealing item of apparel. All that remained were leftovers he wouldn’t wear even if he were going to the far reaches of the Sahara. “Can I help you?” asked a voice, and Gil nearly had a heart attack. Where the hell did that come from? He turned slowly and cast his eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, with blond hair a bit lighter than honey and olive colored eyes. She put even the secret object of his affection, Jessica Flune, to shame. His jaw must have been gaping open for a full thirty seconds before he spoke. “Uh...yeah,” he said. Gil usually spoke his mind. “I’m looking for a tux.” “Hmm,” said the blonde. “Kind of last minute, don’t you think?” “I know,” Gil answered. “It’s just that I was even sure if I was going and......” “Come with me,” she interrupted, grasping his hand. “I have just the thing.” Hypnotized by her attractiveness, Gil marched obediently forward. Chapter 3 Jessica looked at herself in the mirror and nodded approvingly. She was trying to get some idea of how she would look on Friday and so far she was impressed. Her hair would be different, of course, but her elegant blue sleeveless gown would be the same. What really caught her attention as she looked in the mirror, however, was the sapphire. It sparkled radiantly and made her feel extra special. She had given that fat old guy a lot for it, but if he had any idea how much she wanted it, she would have paid a lot more. It looked great. Rick wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of her....and it felt good knowing that he would be firmly in her control. A few blocks away, Michelle was baby-sitting her 13 year old sister Lisa. Though resentful at times, Lisa all but worshipped her older sister and tried to emulate her in every way. Michelle appreciated the adulation, but found it somewhat annoying. When Lisa announced she was going to cut her blonde hair short just like Michelle’s, Michelle threatened to shave it off if she did. Michelle also made sure that Lisa kept a bit of a distance from her friends. This was not just out of a sense of embarrassment, but from a genuine concern for her younger sister. Tammy and Jessica sometimes took things too far in an effort to have fun. The two girls were lying on Lisa’s bed playing poker (their father taught them how to play and although they kept it a secret, they were actually quite good at it). Lisa took her eyes off of her cards and looked at Michelle and smiled. “What?” Michelle asked. “Where did you get those earrings?” “These?” Michelle asked, pointing to the radiant red rubies that hung from her ear lobes. “Oh.....I went down to The Right Fit and got them yesterday.” “They look so great on you.” “Yeah...I know,” she said, smiling. They really did look good. When Jessica got that necklace, she felt like she too needed some wardrobe modification. Thus, she returned to the store and met with Mr. Marazankis (who arrived about 15 minutes after Gilliam Zander left). He told her his niece had discovered a very pretty pair of earrings. She wasted no time in buying them. “Anyway,” Michelle said, trying not to gloat over them........ “I’m amazing,” Tamara told herself. She too was looking in the mirror. She had been doing it for the past half hour. Every once in awhile, she’d fool with her hair or extend one leg seductively outward. Nothing she did, however, drew her attention away from the gold hairpiece nestled atop her head. It was the perfect thing for her to have. For awhile, she was so angry that Mr. Marazankis sold that necklace to Jessica and not to her. Then....she discovered the hairpiece. It was ten times better than the necklace (at least she thought so). It made her feel like royalty. Chapter 4 Libby Marazankis smiled. Her plan was finally working. She had some initial hesitation at first: can I really do this? She thought back to when she was in high school and how she happened to miss the prom. She pretended to be unaffected by the whole thing, but like Gil, she secretly wanted to go. However, not a single boy would ask her. She didn’t blame them really: she was plain and poor while others were rich and pretty. As her mother would say: life’s tough; deal with it. Eventually, somebody did ask her. He was a tall, strong young man named Martin Flune. She couldn’t believe that HE would ask HER. She was actually breathless. Naturally, she accepted. As her excitement grew, a voice warned her not to get too anxious. What if this was all a big joke? Libby silenced the voice but kept a close eye on Martin nonetheless. To her, he seemed sincere. Martins’ friends were very supportive of his choice. Even though these boys and girls looked down on Libby most of the time, they put aside old grudges and helped her make the necessary preparations for the big night. They even picked out a most magnificent dress for her. Libby finally felt happy. The night before the prom, Libby spent some time with Martin and his friends making final arrangements. Each of them was dressed as they would be the next night: the boys wore their tuxes, the girls wore their gowns. It was agreed that they all pose for a picture. Libby positioned herself next to several others while Martin got his camera. She was beaming with Joy. “Hey Libby,” said one of the girls next to her. “You have a loose thread.” She pulled on the thread and the entire dress unraveled. Libby was standing there wearing mere rags when the photo was snapped. She was surrounded by wave after wave of taunting laughter and was tormented from then til graduation. To them, it was a very funny if somewhat cruel prank. To her, it was the one night that she’d never forget. Libby couldn’t take any revenge on Martin directly; he had moved on to college out of state. However, his sister bore the same superior attitude and good looks that must have run in the family. Libby made it her priority to ruin her and her friends at any means necessary. She waited for two years until it was time for these girls to have their prom....then made her move. Ever since the death of her father, Libby had been experimenting with various methods of coping. She read books on spirituality and eventually a few on witchcraft. The concept intrigued her, though she didn’t share this knowledge with a single soul. She did her reading in private and soon became knowledgeable in all sorts of rituals and spells. Doubting they would really work, she cast a few of them and was pleasantly surprised with the results. This newfound power would play a big part in her plan for revenge. She already had her targets; all she needed was a gun at which to aim them. That gun was Gilliam Zander and he didn’t take much convening. He was a nice boy and she felt a little guilty about using him, but as her mother said life’s tough; deal with it. Besides, he would more than reap the rewards of her efforts. Chapter 5 It was Wednesday and Gil had trouble sleeping. He assumed it was because the prom was only two days away, but in actuality he knew better. He couldn't sleep because he kept dreaming about her: the girl he met in the shop. He remembered very clearly how she led him aside and showed him the black tuxedo with red trim. He remembered her telling him how handsome he’d look in it. He remembered wanting her...and wanting to serve her. He remembered buying the tux and putting it on. It certainly was sharp.....but it had an odd feel to it. The weirdest part was the cufflinks: they were both gold. One was studded with a sapphire and the other with a ruby. They reminded him oddly of her eyes. Feeling that he was losing his mind, he finally brought the cufflinks in and showed them to Pete. “Wow,” exclaimed his friend. “Aren’t they weird?” “Yeah......but their awesome. I told you you’d regret not going.” Jessica walked by and Gil stopped to admire her as he did every day. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pang in his wrist. Something strange happened: he began thinking thoughts that weren’t his. He thought about what shade of make-up would look best or which member of N’Sync was the hottest. With a powerful surge of realization, he knew that he had somehow entered Jessica’s mind. “What is it?” asked Pete. “Nothing,” Gil answered. He then took the cufflinks and put them away. Later on, he began to ask himself about what had happened. What exactly had happened? Why? How? He knew it had something to do with the blonde from The Right Fit and made up his mind to ask her about it. “It’s best not to ask,” her voice whispered from inside her head. “A girl can’t give a guy all her secrets.” She giggled. “But don’t you worry. You’ll be able to have most of Jessica’s......” Jessica. Just hearing that name made him forget all about her. He had a crush on Jessica for the past 5 years, but always found himself at arm’s length from her. They had talked every now and then and he was certain that while they weren’t enemies, she had no such feelings for him. He either wasn’t strong enough or wasn’t popular enough or what ever the case may be for her to like him. It made him sick that she could deceive herself into being so shallow. Gil took the cufflinks out of the box and rubbed his thumb against them. Suddenly, he was in Jessica’s mind again. He could see all her thoughts very clearly. He began to wonder if he could change them. “Lift right hand,” he whispered, and he saw her do just that. The discovery astounded him: this meant that he could get her to go to the prom with him. No, wait.....that wouldn’t be right. He couldn't accept her affection if it wasn’t natural. Besides, her boyfriend would certainly not approve. Thinking about Ricky Dunbar made him angry. He didn’t appreciate her at all....save for the way he looked. He treated her well enough, he supposed: bought her things, took her out, made sure she was happy, but he had felt that to the Ricky Dunbars of the world all she was was a slut. And the thought that over the weekend Ricky would be down at some beach house fucking her made Gil furious. Perhaps it was more jealousy then concern speaking, but he couldn’t let him do that. He wouldn’t. He would have to devise a way that made sure nobody had her.....except for him. Chapter 6 It was the day of the prom and George expected a wave of customers coming in seeking emergency alterations and such. While he would gladly take whatever business he could get, it bothered him that these kids made such a big deal of this whole thing. Besides, it would likely be more then he could handle: Libby asked for the day off and he gladly gave it to her. Across town, Gilliam Zander put on his tux. He still had plenty of time left before the prom began but he had plenty to do beforehand. He had a plan to make sure that Jessica would be all his. He knew it would work, too. The blonde (her name was Libby) said that it would. She also said she hoped he had a good time and he believed her. After all, why wouldn’t he? Even if she was a witch, she wasn’t doing anything to hurt anyone as far as he could see. Jessica knew she would be having an impossibly late night and decided to take a nap beforehand. Carefully setting aside her beloved necklace, she climbed not bed. When she awoke an hour later, she had quite a surprise. At first, she couldn't close her legs. Then she looked down and saw why. Wrapped around her crotch was a big, thick baby diaper. Covering the diaper was a pair of lacy plastic panties. Attached to the panties was a small lock. Jessica put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
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