Rachel walked slowly towards the table in front of the judge. The courtroom was filled with others who were also waiting their turn in front of the judge. It wasn't the first time in the courtroom as she felt calm like this was second nature. The first time was scary she remembered and now the fear of going before the judge was gone. She knew the routine and how to act as she focused on making sure her performance was good enough to get sympathy from the judge.

 

She listened to the charges and knew that since she was eighteen, there could be a chance she could spend some time in jail but worrying about it would do no good. It was what it is she thought and if jail happens, so be it. She figured there was a chance but also knew that it was just weed and nothing else. But she also knew that she was a regular in court and they could be tired of it and decided to just put her away. She was so happy that she ditched the meth before the cop pulled her boyfriend over too.

 

It was the same bullshit she thought as the judge asked her if she wanted to be rehabilitated. Doing her best impression of a girl in need she said yes. With more questions, Rachel held back the smile and let her acting routine do its magic. The judge took pity on her again as she knew to hold in the smile till after the gavel came down too. It was going to be a suspended sentence with drug counseling and mandatory attendance in school. To her, it was another bullet dodged and back to her usual life, although returning to school was going to be the biggest issue.

 

Her mom drove her home as she thought about how much school was a drag and that she had to go this time. Although in the twelfth grade, she knew unless she made up classes from last year, there was no way she could graduate on time and that was if she wanted to. She figured it was a few months and after that she could drop out once the suspended sentence was over with.

 

Her boyfriend Joe was not so lucky as Rachel heard that he was going to trial for resisting arrest and weapons possession. She knew he was her ex-boyfriend now since he asked her to tell the police it was her pistol. It would have been a year in jail for her but now he was looking at five years at least for it since it wasn't his first offense.

 

As her mom pulled into the trailer park, she saw that Dave was there. She still harbored hatred for him as she knew it was him that took the four hundred dollars she had saved up. The creep boyfriend of her mother was still in her life as she thought of him as cancer that would not go away.

 

Not only was he an asshole thief but also a serious pervert. Handling the stares and comments about her ass and tits was one thing, but when her mother was not around, she had to watch out for his hand that liked to slap her ass. If he was drunk, then he would talk about how she should suck his cock and how he would love to fuck her.

 

The only thing he was good for was paying the rent as her mom was seemingly fired from all the jobs she had. Bringing up the flaws of Dave and how he would slap her ass did nothing as her mother said it was her that brought it on. Rachel just liked that her mom said nothing on the way back from the courthouse as she knew she was no better as she had a pending charge of drugs against her too.

 

Once inside, she retreated to her room quickly as Dave was not passed out drunk yet. She only ventured out when he fell asleep on the couch drunk or she would have to deal with the comments about how she looked or where she was going. She knew he was going through her clothes and caught him one time touching her panties. Her mom refused to do anything about it as she just had to deal with it until she could get her own place.

 

She got on her phone and texted her friends that she needed to be clean for weed for awhile before partying again. Going out was something she wanted to do but also knew that if she got caught leaving it would mean definite jail time. The freedom from the court came with a lot of restrictions on where and when she could go.

 

Wanting her own place was her goal as she knew that once she was nineteen, she could get a job at the Lounge Lizard strip club. The owner would only hire nineteen year olds as she was told when she got kicked when they found out she was only eighteen. She had two months until her birthday and then she knew she could get a job that paid. She even remembered the owner telling her that with her looks and body she could make tons of money and that he would give her the best time slots too.

 

Rachel felt the only thing she had going for her was her looks. She was not overly tall but not short either. At five foot six she felt she was the perfect height with her long light brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. When she did play sports, she knew she was halfway decent and could run too.

 

Her body had no fat on it and her breasts were large enough to fill a D-cup bra perfectly while still being all natural with no sag either. She loved how people thought her boobs were fake and yet she knew she was blessed with the perfect set. But what she loved was how her ass was shaped and how it had the perfect bump to it. She knew guys looked at her ass when she wore tight clothes too.

 

**

 

Sitting in the guidance department of school, she waited to see the guidance counselor Mr. Franks about her schedule. It was a month into the school year, and it was her first day since the court ordered her to go back. It was a necessary evil she felt until the mandatory stuff was done, and she could drop out and get a job, and then a place of her own.

 

She looked over at the copy machine across from her as two of the secretaries were talking. It was only a few feet from her chair as she could not help but listen as the two lades spoke.

 

"Have you heard about Blake Richards?" One of the older of the ladies said.

 

The younger one smiled as she looked to be about forty or so. "Yess. He got into Yale...full scholarship."

 

"Well, I heard from his parents that he is wanting to study medicine."

 

Before the younger secretary spoke the older one put her hand on the other's hand to speak again. "His parents were going to pay for him even if he didn't get the scholarship too. Some lucky girl is going to be spoiled when he gets married."

 

Rachel never had a moment where it all seemed to come together, but when she heard them talk, a light came on and a plan instantly scrambled into action. She knew who Blake was as they made a big deal of him when she was in middle school. She was in his gym class and remembered how nerdy and awkward he was and how his parents refused to let him skip a grade. She also knew that his parents were super rich and could afford anything.

 

A smile came to her as she realized that she could have what she wanted if she had herself a rich guy to spoil her. She knew stripping was a sure thing and paid enough money to get her out of her trailer. The time between now and her birthday she figured she could swindle a guy into giving her things before switching to work at a strip club. It was a great idea on how to get out of the trailer and stay away from Dave too.

 

The more she pondered the plan the more she did wonder about having a single man give her the world without dancing and grinding on men while being nude sounded better. It could work and if she used him up then she could always take to the stage to get her life moving. If he was nice and all, she might think about keeping him around if he had enough money too.

 

Blake was the academic star of the school and most likely to be filthy rich. She knew jumping on the train of life with him would get her more than she could ever dream of too. Even if he failed, she knew that he could live off his parents which was still better than stripping or living with Dave.

 

She knew Blake was an average guy at first glance, not fat, not short, just average. What she did really know about him was also the heart of her plan. Blake was terrible around people and socially awkward. In middle school, he and his geeky friends only talked about video games and other geeky things. She even laughed to herself as the gym teacher would make fun of him and his friends for being so bad at sports. She did know that was years ago though and that he might have changed, but she also knew that the chance of him having a girlfriend was slim to none.

 

The memory of her mother telling her to find a man who had money now rang in her head like a church bell waking up the entire town. The thought of finding a Dave in her life was not an option and wanting more now came to her. She wanted a place of her own and she figured and planned on Blake spoiling her with what she wanted.

 

Joe was a way out after Dave got drunk that night and groped her breasts telling her that she liked it and her pussy was wet for his dick. Joe had a place and a car and that was all she needed at the moment. Now the idea of playing the long game with Blake could not even be compared to just surviving like she did with Joe.

 

The more she thought about the plan, the more she realized that there was also Blake's parents. His father was a famous college football player and a doctor who made tons of money. She figured that even if he didn't make it rich, having super rich parents would work as plan B. She only knew his mother worked with models at some agency but nothing more than that.

 

For the first time walking the hallway of the school things seemed to click for her. The plan was basic and simple and would give her what she wanted. She felt there were no drawbacks from it and had multiple backup plans built in. The main goal was to get out of the trailer and use Blake until she could strip.

 

The more she thought about it, the more ideas of what to do came to her too. The simple plan she had now became more complex the more she thought about how to get money from him. The only issue was what Blake was like now. It was just a matter of finding him and seeing how a couple of years changed him.

 

It wasn't until lunch that she was able to scan the cafeteria for him. She walked up and down the tables looking for him and knowing that she had not seen him since about seventh grade. Instead of doing a search just for him, she looked for a group of nerdy outcasts, but there were so many of them.

 

She saw a table of girls that looked weird and funny with a few guys and then another table of just guys that looked nerdy or as close to never getting laid she thought. Staring at each person at the table, she tried to remember what he looked like or would look like a few years later.

 

Not seeing him, she finally saw a teacher and walked up to her. Rachel assumed the teacher would know and hoped she did. "Hey, I was told to find Blake Richards. Mr. Franks asked me."

 

She pointed to the far table with the girls and guys and felt her heart drop that he could be dating one of the weird girls. "Last one in the seat."

 

Rachel sat near the table and then scouted him out. She knew talking to him now would draw attention to her and the conversation so waiting was the best option. She wondered how far she needed to go and knew deep down that she would have to go all the way with him and do it multiple times.

 

Once the bell rang, Rachel jumped up into action. She walked near him and pulled out her schedule. She knew she had to play a little dumb, but it might work. "Hey...I remember you. You're Blake. We were in seventh grade together." Her voice sounding upbeat and non threatening for a shy person not wanting to scare him off.

 

"You, do. I...I..." He paused as she knew he couldn't place her. She skipped school a lot and was also put in a home for a time. She knew she needed to help him.

 

"Rachel," she interrupted him knowing that he couldn't remember her.

 

"Do you know where I need to go?" she asked, holding out her schedule and smiling at him, wanting him to smile back.

 

She could see the nervousness in his face and his body language too. He was not bad looking but his black transformers t-shirt was doing nothing for her. His hair was a mess and too long as well. Although he looked the part, she also knew that the worse he looked the more likely he was single and a virgin to boot.

 

"Down the Science Wing....and to the left. Ahhh, last door on the right."

 

"Walk with me? I might get lost," she softly asked, knowing that it was an obvious flirt from a mile away. She just hoped he either knew it or was oblivious so her plan would work easier.

 

The sound of the crowd in the hallway made it impossible to talk but she followed him closely almost playing the part of a girlfriend. Nobody seemed to look as they all were scrambling to get to their classes too. She let her mind think of what questions to ask and then reminded herself to sound interested and flirty while doing it.