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“You all know why you’re here,” FP says. He doesn’t raise his voice, there’s no need when it’s just four kids in front of him. The Serpents form a ring around them, stopping them from leaving the trailer park.
“I think you’re pretty smart kids, to tell the truth. Who else would have been so bold so as break into my home?” His eyes settle on the Lodge girl. Archie Andrews isn’t here, but FP doesn’t mind. It’s more important Fred have someone at his bedside when he does wake up. Being without his parent is punishment enough for the kid. “I think all of you know how the rules of this works. None of your parents can stop me and I’m the deciding factor in when you’ve paid enough. It was your parents who put you in this position, just remember that.” He gives them a smile and it’s not a nice look.
FP’s got no interest in men let alone teenaged boys but luckily, he knows someone who does. “Joaquin!” The look of shock on the face of the sheriff’s kid’s face is priceless as his Serpent steps forward. “Not before midnight, you hear?”
Joaquin nods and takes his boyfriend’s hand. They’d discussed this plan during one of Jughead’s many naps in recent days and his gang member had been surprisingly forthright about what would punish his boyfriend. A teenager brought to the edge again and again for hours sounded just fine to FP. Even better that he had someone willing to stroke that cock instead of him.
“What’s going on?” the kid cries and it’s echoed by the others from Riverdale proper. The Keller kid is tugged through the line of Serpents, stumbling after Joaquin and FP watches from the trailer steps as he hands over a helmet, straps it on because the kid’s fingers are shaking too hard and then they’re off into the night on the back of a rumbling motorcycle.
“Where did Kevin go? What’s Joaquin going to do to him?”
“This isn’t the way it works! You’re supposed to mete out the punishment!” FP never thought he’d hear a Blossom advocate for following the rules and he laughs. He hasn’t had much cause to laugh the last few days, taking care of his son’s bruises and near broken spirit. It feels good.
“Rules don’t matter much here on the Southside,” FP says as his laughter dies. “Like I said, I’m the one directing this show. So here’s how it’s gonna work. I’m gonna call you one at a time and you’re not gonna put up a fight. I promise you won’t like it if you do. Don’t be smart and I won’t be too hard.”
The girls in front of him nod as one. FP can see the trembling of the Cooper girl even as she clenches her small hands into fists. It might be nice to take her inside first but that isn’t the way FP had tonight planned out. He hates it when a plan doesn’t follow suit and tonight is more important than most. It’s his turn to show the town what FP Jones is capable of, it’s his chance to remind Riverdale that the South Side might be trash but they get even. Especially when one of their own is hurt, let alone an innocent kid like Jughead.
“Ms. Lodge, if you’d be so kind?” FP holds the trailer door open and gestures for her to walk in. There’s no trace of Hermione’s haughtiness in her gait, head kept down toward the gravel as she walks. This might be easier than FP thought.
He lets her precede him and swats at her ass as he follows her. The laughter of the Serpents only cuts off when the door slams shut.
Veronica stands in the main room of the trailer, hands clasped in front of her. She looks at FP warily.
“Strip, unless you want that fancy top of your to be stained.” he says. He takes a seat in his favorite over-stuffed chair as she shakily unzips the jacket.
FP palms himself lazily through his jeans as Veronica unbuttons her blouse.
Her tits are smaller than one would think but FP doesn’t mind. He motions and Veronica steps closer. A gentle hand on her shoulder lets her know what he wants and she goes to knees in front of him.
FP digs a condom out of his pocket and pulls his cock out. “Put it on and get to work, I assume you know what to do.”
Veronica takes the condom delicately, carefully not touching FP’s fingers. He chuckles at her look of disdain and hisses when she rolls the protection on with a less than gentle hand.
Veronica leans forward and takes his cock in her mouth. She sucks, bobbing her head over the first few inches. FP lets her get used to the motion, holding back her long dark hair with one of his hands so he has an unobstructed view of her lips wrapped around his cock.
The angle is awkward but he manages to palm her breast with his other hand. Veronica jerks back in surprise as he squeezes her flesh but she doesn’t go far with his hand cupping her head. His fingers are threaded through her hair still.
He takes advantage of that leverage, forcing her further down until his cock hits her throat and she chokes. FP pulls back, sliding just the tip in and out so she can breathe before thrusting in again. It doesn’t take long before Veronica’s tears spill over. FP wipes them away with his thumb gently.
“You’re doing real good sweetheart,” he coaxes. “Now we’re gonna do something else. Take off that pretty skirt and get up on my lap.”
Veronica stands, lets her skirt fall to the ground around her ankles. She clambers onto his lap and FP nudges her into position. Veronica straddles him, chest facing his. Her panties are black lace with a little bow at each hip.
“These are cute,” FP says, snapping the band. Veronica bites her lip, which only draws attention to how swollen it is after the cock sucking.
“Now,” FP says as he strokes the soft skin above her panties, “I can be a gentleman. Unlike that two-faced adultress you call a mother, I’m nothing but nice.” He squeezes Veronica’s breast again, plucking at a nipple until it hardens and she cries out.
FP strokes across her pussy, unsurprised to feel damp cotton. “Oh, you liked taking care of me, huh?” He questions, rubbing a bit more firmly. Veronica’s hips follow his movements, bearing down for more friction. FP chuckles against her soft skin.
He leans forward to take a breast in his mouth, laving at it as his hand moves aside the gusset and slides a finger into her. Veronica moans and clenches around him.
He doesn’t wait but a minute to push a second finger alongside the first, ignoring his own cock between them in favor of short, small thrusts into Veronica’s wet cunt.
“Yeah, you’ve been here before haven’t you?” FP murmurs to her chest. “Grinding down on some teenage boy, hoping he’ll have enough stamina before he blows his load that you’ll get off too. We both know it never works out like that, teenage boys are too eager.” He goes back to fondling her breasts with one hand, using his mouth on the other. His other hand continues driving into her with three fingers now, Veronica meeting him halfway as she shoves herself down on his fingers. She makes breathy sounds when the palm of his hand manages to hits her clit. FP thought she might be a screamer, but turns out he was wrong.
“You close?” FP asks calmly, like he isn’t affected by this teenage slut riding his fingers, in his lap. “You seem close.” He pinches her nipples, one after the other and Veronica shouts at the unexpected pain. “Yeah, you can take a little more.” Her eyes go from half-mast to wide in surprise as FP removes his fingers and pulls away from her body.
“Kneel,” FP orders and Veronica falls out of his lap with little grace and shaky legs.
She opens her mouth to ask something, most likely if she can come because FP got her all hot and bothered with no release, and FP reaches out, taps her jaw shut. “You’re not in charge tonight, Ms. Lodge. That’s the whole point.”
He strokes his cock, slaps it against her cheek. Veronica closes her eyes when he tilts her head toward the lamp to get a better look at his come on her tan skin. It looks good. He keeps pulling at himself, setting a quick pace. He’s got two more to see to after this.
FP doesn’t give her any warning, just paints stripes across her face and hair, Veronica’s chest with his come. It drips down, beading at her nipple and falling off one drop at a time.
Veronica stays on the carpet, shock written across her face even as her legs squirm together for release. FP pats her head as he stands up, walks across the small room to gather her discarded clothes.
“Get dressed, Ms. Lodge. We’re finished here.”