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Good Girls are the Best Bad Girls

Chapter One: Seduction

Emily's P.O.V

"Pardon me? A spiritual what?" The principal of Bronwyn's Institute of Enlightenment, Mr. Millers, asks, absolutely flabbergasted.

I push a lock of dark hair behind my ear, taking a deep breath to calm my jittery nerves. I curse my best friend, Avery, for forcing me to do this. "A spiritual rep, sir. You know, someone who represents all the religious people in the school, and even those who are non-religious but spiritually troubled on student council?"

"I know what a spiritual rep is, Miss Villaneuve," Mr. Millers snaps, crossing his thick arms and leaning back into his high-backed chair. He looks stern and scary, like every principal should look like, especially because he is an ex-professional football player back in his old days. "What I don't understand is why we should have a spiritual rep, and why that person should be you. You're hardly the model student like the other council members."

I blush at that; it is true that I'm not the best student, but I'm not dumb either! After all, I did make honour roll, even if it was only by a couple percents. "I would be perfect for spiritual rep because of who I am. I was baptized a Christian, and my father is a reverend at the St. Catharine parish down the street. And despite not being a model student, I am a model Christian. Listen to me, sir, you ask why we need a spiritual rep, well, let me tell you why. Look at your school; look at your students. They're all a bunch of bright children with bright futures ahead of them, but they're also one of the most spoiled, fickle, shallow group of young people this country has ever seen. Do you not remember last year's stats for community service? It is the lowest the country has seen ever and you know the Minister of Education was not happy by that. If it wasn't for me and a couple of my friends' overachieving numbers he would be down here already to speak to you about this."

I end my passionate speech off with a glare, and Mr. Millers is glaring right back, his face bright red. "And you think you can change that?"

"I know I can, you just need to give me a chance. Listen, if you don't raise those numbers, this year's group of graduates, including half of your precious council, aren't going to graduate without meeting the Minister of Education's minimum number of community service hours!" I argue, my hands splayed out on Mr. Millers' desk now. "Look, your school looks up to your council and for good reason, because they're the leaders of the school. I will start with them, and then the rest of the students will follow. Give me 'til Christmas, and every single member on your council will have over the recommended number of forty hours."

Mr. Millers sits there, contemplating for a minute. Finally, he sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. "Alright then, Miss Villaneuve. You have until Christmas. Everyone, even Caroline, must have at least forty hours for you to stay spiritual rep on council. Student council meetings are every Wednesday mornings at 7:30am. If you're late or absent three times, you're off of council. Council is run by Mrs. Emerson and Mr. Vevila. You are excused."

I get up, smiling at Mr. Millers. "Thank you sir. See you tomorrow morning!" I exit his office, waving at the secretaries, and then I'm out the door of the main office. Somebody grabs my arm, pulling me towards the main doors of the school.

"Avery!" I snap, tugging my arm away from the tall, handsome boy. "What do you want?"

"How'd it go, Emily?" Avery asks anxiously, flipping his shaggy black hair from his startling grey eyes.

I frown, crossing my arms. "It went fine; he agreed to it. I join council tomorrow morning."

A grin spreads across Avery's face, and he pulls me into a suffocating hug, swinging me around. "That's fantastic, Em!"

"You owe me! Let me down, now!" I screech, but I'm laughing now too. Avery has that effect on people; his emotions just rub off onto others.

"Oh, Em, I know I owe you! Thank you so much!" Avery says, putting me down and placing his hands on my shoulders. I am a good three inches shorter than him and he never lets me forget it.

I shrug him off, turning away and staring out across the campus grounds. Students in small, tight grounds are everywhere, as it is a lunch break. "Just because I'm on council now doesn't mean you'll get her, Avery." My voice has grown surprisingly serious, and I don't know why I feel my heart tightening.

Avery turns me around to face him, smiling gently down at me. I avoid his eyes, looking at the ground. "It doesn't matter, Em, because with you on council, I have a better chance than all the guys in the school! You know that council is as tight as a family."

"Yeah, that's exactly the problem. They're so close already and I'm the newbie. They might not even accept me."

He shakes his head. "Don't worry, Em, they will! You're beautiful and you're smart and you're going to change the world someday. You're exactly like them; they have to love you."

"I wish you'd done it yourself," I say, looking away. "I wish you hadn't dragged me into this."

"You lost that bet, okay? C'mon, Em, don't sulk, you just made council! We need to celebrate!" He grins hopefully at me again and I sigh, finally giving in and smiling back.

"You really owe me, Av."

"That's exactly why we're going out right after school and I'm gonna buy you whatever you want at your favourite restaurant!" He exclaims, patting my stomach. I swat him away annoyingly.

"That's not enough," I pout, crossing my arms.

"I'll also buy you a huge stuffed bear, the one you wanted for Christmas."

I give him a stern look and he wilts.

"And I'll lend you my whole DVD collection and you can keep them for as long as you like."

My look doesn't change and he sighs.

"I'll also bake you a box of chocolate chip cookies. Okay, is that enough now?"

I smile, linking my arm with his. "Yes, that's enough! I better have all of that by tomorrow!"

"You got it!" Avery laughs and tugs on my dark hair.

As the bell rings for the next period, we go back into the school, and for the moment, I'm happy. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, this is enough.

I'm throwing textbooks and binders into my backpack after school, as the sounds of cheerful chatter and laughter from my surrounding schoolmates are being blocked out completely by my headphones which is blasting my latest favourite song by A Rocket to the Moon. I bob my head to the beat, lip-singing the words, even though I know that even if I belted the lyrics out no one would hear me.

Suddenly, someone yanks my right headphone out, and I gasp in surprise, turning to the culprit. A handsome teenage boy is leaning against the locker beside mine, my headphone swinging from his left hand. His hazel eyes are dark with suspicion as he regards me carefully. I glare at him, grabbing my headphone back. "What do you want?" My voice is harsh, and I wish I could put more venom in it; I did not appreciate the rude treatment. It doesn't help that I know exactly why he is here and what he wants.

"I should be asking you that. Emily Villaneuve, Bronwyn's very own wallflower. What could possibly motivate you to join council, and as a spiritual rep?" Eric Carlton, student council president, asks, his voice cold as he appraises me.

If I'm Bronwyn High's very own wallflower, well then he is Bronwyn's very own Sherlock Holmes and Barack Obama thrown into one, making him one very-much-loved president. There is nothing that he didn't know and nothing he couldn't fix, if he chooses to, that is.

I shrug, looking away. I'm not very good at lying, and how could I possibly tell him that I joined council for a girl? Even if the girl isn't for me? "I figured since it is my last year I might as well do something worthwhile."

I look back at Eric, whose eyebrows had risen. Obviously my answer surprised him. "But as spiritual rep? I, have you forgotten that we go to a public school, or has your father finally hypnotized you?"

I scowl at his familiar tone, as if this isn't the first conversation we've ever actually had together, which it is. How dare he talk about my father in that way? "You know nothing about my father, and you know nothing about me. Perhaps I really do have an ulterior motive, or maybe I really do want to make a change. Isn't that your slogan anyway? Something like, make a change or go home?"

This time Eric shoots me a dirty look then steps closer to me, until all I could see are those beautiful hazel eyes of his narrowed at me. "I don't know what you're planning, Villaneuve, but I'm going to figure it out. And when I do, you could say goodbye to that position of yours. This council is full, and we don't need the likes of you on it." He steps back then flashes me his signature smile, the one that could get anyone and everyone to fall head over heels for him. "By the way, you now get a locker in the student council section. Here you go," He gives me a slip of paper, then lowers his friendly voice until it is a harsh whisper, "I wouldn't get too comfortable, though."

He turns and walks away, his backpack swinging as it hangs lazily over one shoulder. I watch him as he walks away, biting my lip. Already this council thing isn't going well, and technically I haven't even started yet. How am I possibly supposed to get the whole council to agree to do some community service by Christmas? I wouldn't convince Eric to do anything, unless it is to kick my ass off of council, which I'm sure he would do gladly.

I slam my locker, perhaps too loudly, because some freshmen girls several lockers away jump and then glare at me.

I want to stick my tongue out at them, but instead I swing my bag over one shoulder and head in the opposite direction of President Asshole towards the parking lot.

I hate council already. Maybe I should ask Avery for more things because he really owes me now.

"Council, I'd like you to meet our newest member, Emily Villaneuve, who is going to be spiritual rep," Mrs. Emerson exclaims ectastically, giving me a wide grin. "Please make her feel like a part of the family! Eric, please introduce her to the other members, if she doesn't already know them."

Eric stands up grouchily, giving me a stony glare. I glare right back. "Emily," I cringe slightly at his cold tone, "this here is our vice-president, Madison Grigori." He points to the girl sitting closest to him.

I know Madison since we share some classes. She is blonde, beautiful and nice; there is no question that she is also the queen of the school. Madison smiles at me, flashing perfect white teeth and two dimples. It's that same smile that captured Avery's heart, and the reason why I'm even sitting here in the first place. As nice as she is, I kinda loathe her smile. "Welcome, Emily! We're going to have so much fun together!"

"Next is our treasurer, Adrian Bettencourt."

Adrian belongs to my church, and he actually seems like a nice guy, although we've never spoken. He is deeply tanned, and wears glasses that only makes him more attractive. He is watching me with calculating eyes, and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. I look away to the next two people.

"Our social convenor, Alana Lopresti and our public relations rep, Shane Jansen."

Alana is a junior and Shane is a senior; they're also an on-off sort of couple. Right now it is probably off, because they are sitting apart, and Alana is glaring at him with striking green eyes, her auburn hair twisted up into an elegant bun. Shane has his dark head on the table, without even bothering to look up at me. He is dark-skinned and one of the greatest athletes our school currently has.

"Then our four grade reps, senior Callum Carobelli, junior Brooklyn Heung, sophomore Jeffrey Hudson, and our freshmen rep, Caroline McNeil." The four of them sit at the end of the table together. I know both Callum, who is class clown and valedictorian-to-be, and Brooklyn, school slut. I have no idea why Brooklyn is even on council, and why they would question me when they allowed the likes of her on council. Obviously their judgement is screwed up. The other two I had only ever seen around school, and Jeffrey is a shy looking guy while Caroline is considered Bronwyn's very own princess. She is adorable, with her perfectly curled strawberry blonde hair and big blue eyes, making her look like a porcelain doll. Everyone seems to absolutely love her.

"As spiritual rep, you'll probably sit between the grade reps and public relations rep, so take a seat between Shane and Callum." Eric crosses his arms and glares at me. "Now, if you don't mind."

I shoot him one more dirty look then I make my way to the empty seat between the two hot studs. I'm not going to last being on council if I have to continue sitting between these two. How am I supposed to concentrate on anything?

"It's a good thing you're joining us so early in the year, Emily," Mr. Vevila says from the front desk, resting his chin on his folded hands. "We haven't made any decisions quite yet because we recently welcomed Caroline onto the council, so you guys are both new."

Caroline flashes me a wide, dimpled smile, and I instantly smile back. "Yay! We're newbies together!"

"Caroline," Eric warns, giving her a look. She shrinks into herself, biting down on her lip hard to keep her smile off. I frown at Eric; what's wrong with smiling and welcoming me to council? "Anyway, we have lots to discuss. Our homecoming dance is coming up this Friday, so we need all hands on board. Alana, you're in charge, so please, tell us what you need us to do." He motions to Alana, who stands up as he sits down.

She holds a list in her hands and reads off it. "I've got the DJ booked, but we need all you big, strong men here on Friday to help set up the equipment. I also hired Undersigned to play for us, so they'll need help setting up too. Eric and Madison, as president and vice-president, I need you two to get teachers to volunteer as chaperones and hire the security. Adrian, buy water; lots of it. Also, we need streamers and balloons in school colours. Shane, help him. Shane, you also have to do all the advertising. Grade reps, encourage people to buy tickets; we'll be selling on all lunches, even Friday's lunches. You guys are in charge of the selling." Alana looks up at me and frowns. "I suppose you could help out wherever you're needed, since spirituality isn't all that important for dances, unless you want to have some bibles around or something, in case someone needs to make a confession." She sneers at me, and I take it quietly, even though inside I'm imagining all the ways I could ruin her life, including but not limiting myself to cutting her hair off and super-gluing it to the part above her lips and between her eyebrows.

"I'll take her," Madison chirps. "We'll get the chaperones." I smile gratefully at Madison, forgetting my hatred towards her (I can't hate one of the only people who might not hate me on this stupid council now can I?) who winks back.

Alana shrugs, jotting it down. "That's fine then. I think that's it; I'll text you if I need you to do anything else." She goes to sit down.

As Eric gets back up to talk some more, that self-loving, egotistical jerk, I settle further into my seat, my arms tightly crossed. I could feel the boredom already killing me, and I realize that it's going to be a long year.

Hey Emily! Wait!"

I turn around, surprised to see that it is Madison who is calling me. I stand there politely as Madison stops and catches her breath. "Where are you going so fast?"

"Home?"

Madison laughs as if I had said something funny, which I hadn't. "You're so cute, Em. Listen, how about you come over tonight and we can make a list of teachers who are suitable chaperones so that we can ask them tomorrow? Here's my number and address; come at 8 and don't be late!" She giggles at her own wit, hands me a slip of paper, then takes off before I could even say a word.

I sigh, tucking the paper into my jean's pocket, thinking about how this is a good opportunity. Avery wants me to hook him up with Madison right? Well, if we become friends, it'll be so much easier.

With that, I go for my car, feeling something like dread well in the pit of my stomach.

I stand in front of Madison's house, gawking at the size of it. It is larger than my own house by double, if not triple the size! The building looks old, with ivy climbing up its creme-coloured walls. Pillars surround the front entrance, with two tall, heavy-looking white double doors that await me. I ring the doorbell, eyeing the large, lion-head knocker on the right door warily.

I hear shuffling from inside, and then the right door is being pulled open by a man in a suit; a butler. "Hello there, young miss. How can I help you?"

"I-I'm looking for Madison? Madison Grigori?" I stammer, suddenly wondering if I'm at the right place. If Madison's family could afford to live here then how come she isn't in a private school of some kind?

"Ah, yes. The young mistress did say she is expecting someone. Please come in," He beckons me inside and I follow him. "Can I take your bag?"

I'm busy gawking at the front parlor which is wide and spacious. A curving stairwell sits by the far side of the room and leads to the second floor. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, sparkling in the sunlight.

"Miss?"

I look back at the butler and shake my head, tightening my grip on my worn out backpack. I definitely didn't belong in a place like this. "Please just take me to Madison."

The butler nods. "Very well. Please follow me." He leads me up the grand staircase, and down the right hall. "This is Madison's wing, but she is usually in her room."

Wing?! She has a wing to herself?!

A couple of maids, dressed in the traditional black dress with white aprons, pass by and nods at the butler, giving me a strange look. I stare right back, having never seen real maids before.

We stop before two beautifully carved wooden doors and the butler knocks. No one replies so he pushes the door open and motions me in. "She must be in her office or library, or possibly the gameroom. Do make yourself at home while I find her. If you'll excuse me..."

I nod and watch him go before stepping into Madison's enormous room. The walls are painted a light pink and posters of every kind plastered them. The furniture is all white, and she has her own mini-living room with white couches surrounding a flat screen tv. A four- poster bed rests against the far left wall and windows with their own pink cushioned window seats and pink drape curtains line the opposite wall from me.

I walk slowly into her room, sitting down gingerly on the white sofa, afraid of dirtying it. As soon as my butt touches the sofa, a piece of the right wall that is actually one big mirror opens, revealing a hidden room. Madison steps out, wearing only a tiny pink, fluffy towel wrapped around herself, her body still glistening with drops of water. In her hands is another towel and she's rubbing her dirty blonde hair with it, causing the tops of her breasts to be exposed.

I gulp nervously and check my watch; 8:23. Obviously she is bad at telling time. Or forgot that I was coming. Why did I feel so hot?

"Uh, hi." I say uncomfortably. Should I leave the room while she changes?

"Hey there, sorry for looking like this, I lost track of time when I was swimming out back. Let me just get some clothes," She says, heading for another section of the mirror. I can now see some parts that seem more prominent than others and realise it's probably more rooms.

Suddenly, Madison drops her body towel. I gape as she continues on without it, seemingly forgetting that I am here. I quickly avert my eyes, a blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. Oh God, this was so awkward.

She giggles and I look at her surprised, only to find her dark brown eyes trained on me mischievously through the mirrror. "You're so nervous, Em; it's like you've never seen another naked girl before."

I look away, shrugging. But I actually haven't seen many naked girls, since I've always opted for changing in stalls.

"Oh my gosh, you haven't seen another naked girl before!" Madison exclaims, sounding gleeful.

I shoot her a dirty look, only to see that she's turned around and heading for me, her hips swaying erotically.

"I bet you've never touched another naked girl before either," Madison whispers, forcing my eyes straight to her perky breasts with her erect nipples, then down to her pussy that's clean shaven. My breath catches, and I force myself to look away as she smirks. My heart thuds faster in my chest.

She stops when she's a few feet before me but even from here I can smell her body wash and shampoo. It's enticing and I feel disgusted by my desire to look at her again.

"Look at me," She whispers, taking my chin and forcing me to face her. My eyes are level with her neck, and her breasts are by my mouth. I let out the breath that I didn't even know I was holding, and she shivers when my breath reaches her breasts.

"That felt good. Now touch me," Madison demands, taking my right hand and guiding it to her right breast. I hesitant and try to resist, but she yanks hard and I find myself squeezing her breast. She moans, throwing her head back and uses my hand to massage it around the nipples. I'm amazed to feel how soft and nice her breast is. Her nipple is so hard and I just want to reach out and lick it.

It's like she can hear my thoughts or something; she moves closer to me until her left breast is pressed against my mouth. "Lick me."

Against my will, I tentatively reach out with my tongue, and she moans again, climbing into my lap and straddling me. Her hot centre is by my own groin, and I can feel how wet she is already. She begins grinding me in circular motions, her clitoris rubbing against my jeans' zipper.

I want to continue and I want her to touch me, but this is all so, so wrong. I push away from her, forcing her back on her sofa, her legs wide open as I stand up. My breath is coming in ragged pants and I'm so wet down there. It's aching and I want to cry because of all my jumbled emotions.

"This isn't right, I can't do this." But even as I'm saying this my eyes are locked on her exposed pink pussy, glistening with her juices.

"Emily..." She's reaching for me but I take a step back then another. Finally, I flee from her room, running past more maids and the butler without even saying goodbye.

I know it is rude, but if I had stayed one more second I would've given in, and I couldn't do that.

I joined council to hook Avery up with Madison, and to change them and make them more spiritual. I didn't join so that Madison could seduce me and try to change me instead. And I can't let that happen.

I won't.

But dammit, if it's so wrong, so sinful, why does it feel so damn good?

Madison's P.O.V

I've always hated rejection, and Emily's is no exception. I'm so angry now that I want to tear into something, particularly her face, so I head to my intercom and buzz my butler, Noah.

"Stop Emily from leaving!" I scream, my hands playing with my nipples. I'm so horny right now, and this only angers me more. How dare she push away from me? It's not like anyone could just waltz in here and have the privilege of my attention and my body!

"She's already left, miss." Noah replies nervously.

I let out an enraged cry then shout, "Send Beth and Kylie up here, and Chris if he's around too."

I go to my night-table beside my bed, rummaging through it. Just as my doors open and my two favourite maids step in, I pull two pairs of handcuffs and a couple of different dildos from the dresser. I turn to the two beautiful maids and motion to my bed. "Lay down."

They both oblige and lay down straight with their hands towards the headpost. I grin; my pets know what I like. I quickly cuff them, and turn to dark-haired Beth first.

"Beth, baby, spread those legs," I murmur as I push her black skirt up around her waist. She whimpers as the cool air hits her warm center and I lazily run my left hand against her plain cotton panties. My other hand is reaching for Kylie, pushing her skirt up and rubbing her through her panties too.

Both girls moan at my touch and I pull their panties down in one smooth motion.

Beth is shaven clean, like myself, but Kylie's tangled blood curls are shaped into a heart, just like how I wanted.

I grab a pink dildo that has a small hook that goes into the ass and I lubricate it. Then I rub it along Beth's slit and clitoris until she's writhing desperately beneath me. "Oh, please, miss, please!"

I smile, getting turned on by her constant begging. I unlace her bodice and pull it down, thankful that I had given them strapless dresses to make it easier for times like these. I take her simple white bra off, then I kiss her nipples, tugging her right one into my mouth and swirling my tongue around her. Beth's gasping now, her back aching as she tries to take the dildo herself.

"Beg," I demand, teasing her some more.

"Please, mistress, please! Give it to me, oh, please just fuck me!" Beth screams.

I comply, shoving the dildo into her to the hilt. The hook that goes into her ass also goes in, and she lets out a high-pitched scream. I turn the dildo on, and it begins to vibrate, making Beth moan and shiver.

I turn my eyes to Kylie, who's staring lustfully at Beth. She then looks at me and pleads with her blue eyes. Kylie isn't loud like Beth, but she orgasms quickly and they're always powerful. I pull her whole dress off, and I play with her nipples, running my index finger up and down her slit then around her clitoris. She's already so wet that I know I don't need lubrication.

As I kiss her lips, my tongue dominating hers for power, I reach behind me and grab a double-ended purple dildo. I push one side into my pussy, moaning at the feeling of fullness and the intense pleasure it is already giving me then I get above Kylie and I push it into her. She gasps and her eyes close, but then she quickly opens them. Kylie knows I like to watch them as they scream. I turn the vibrate on and then I begin to push into her, making my own end push further into me. It feels amazing and I'm breathless after a couple of thrusts.

Kylie is moaning and I can tell that she's close. I push faster and harder, and she bites her lip, gasping.

As Beth begins to cum, screaming, "Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Oh, oh my god! I'm cumming!" I feel someone behind me, and then I cry out as a large cock slides right into my asshole.

"Chris, baby, you made it," I gasp, as he grabs my breasts in both his hands, squeezing hard, and continues to thrust into me, forcing me to push into Kylie.

Kylie's body is spasming as her orgasm rocks through her, and I'm so close too. I love double penetration, and it feels like with every thrust Chris is pushing up into my stomach.

Suddenly, he pulls me out of Kylie and flips me onto my back, slipping out and back into my pussy. "Fuck! Yes, baby, fuck me! Go hard, ohhh baby!" I moan, my hands grabbing onto my covers for dear life as he rides my body like he owns it.

He had thrown me between my two girls, and they both take my nipples into their mouths, their hands reaching down to my clit. The special attention makes me go insane, and I scream as I go over the edge, my orgasm flooding me with intense pleasure.

Chris pulls out and I sit up, taking his long, thick cock into my mouth, bobbing my head. He's slick with my juices, and I moan at the taste. Chris grabs the back of my head, forcing me to take more and more of them until he's hitting the back of my throat with every thrust and then cums into my mouth. He moans and stills, but I keep sucking, until he's spent dry.

I flop back down on my bed, and try to catch my breath. The girls are cleaning up around me and changing back into their proper attire. I watch them as they dress each other, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Chris is pulling his black pants back up, and tucking in his white shirt.

"Where were you, Chris?" I ask curiously, propping my head up by my elbow.

"I was walking the dogs, miss," he answers, wiggling his hips to get the jeans over them.

My eyes are locked on his cock, and I realize I'm still not satisfied. With a smile, I say, "Well since you came late, you have to stay later. Come here."

The girls giggle and curtsy on their way out. Chris's clothes are off in a flash and he's back on the bed with me, his head between my legs.

I sigh happily, my body eagerly waiting for rounds two, three, six...

So tell me what you think! Do you think it's the beginnings of a good story? What do I need to improve on? I know I need to expand on the characters and the bet that Avery and Emily placed which we will get to, but what else?

Here's the list of the student council members so far:

President - Eric Carlton

Vice-president - Madison Grigori

Treasurer - Adrian Bettencourt

Social convenor - Alana Lopresti

Public relations rep - Shane Jansen

Spiritual rep - Emily Villaneuve

Senior rep - Callum Carobelli

Junior rep - Brooklyn Heung

Sophomore rep - Jeffrey Hudson

Freshman rep - Caroline McNeil

Another person who could be thrown into the mix is Avery DiStefano.

So please, let me know which combinations you would like to see, and I'll try to add it.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned!