The Booster Club Chinese Auction

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"Oh, Daddy, do you still love me? I'm sorry, Daddy. I ruined everything. I let you down. I let the team down. I just want to die. I don't know why I did it, Daddy? I can't understand myself! Please say you forgive me, Daddy. Please. I'll do anything for you."

Toni-Jo Lewis has a chronic case of diarrhea of the mouth. She is constantly yabbering. When this preteen isn't assaulting her family and friends with her excess verbiage, then she's yabbering to herself in silent ((thought balloons)).

It was well past midnight as Merle Lewis was driving his daughter home after the game and after the post-game party. He glanced at his little sweetie in the passenger seat, her motor mouth going faster than his Accord. Her clothes were disheveled. Cum was still leaking from both her ass and her cunt, as well as a few other orifices. Her blonde hair was no longer in a ponytail but caked in teenage jizz, as was her face, hands, and well, frankly most of her lovely body. And she smelled like a urinal. He knew his wife Jean would be asleep when they got home and therefore they wouldn't have to make up an explanation for her only child's appearance.

Toni-Jo stopped to gasp a breath, and Merle took the opportunity. "My Sweetie, I always love you. In fact I love you more tonight than ever before. You didn't let me down. You didn't let the team down. And Sweetie I can make you a promise. On Monday at school when they announce the winners of this week's booster drive, you will be number one."

"Really, Daddy?"

Merle didn't know which of his assertions she was responding to, so he blended them together. "Sweetie, you are always number one to Daddy."

Then with the dry jizz of 16 males, including her father's, caked over every inch of her petite twelve-year old body, she asked, "Daddy, am I still a virgin?"

If you look "dumb blonde" up in a dictionary, you'll see a picture of Toni-Jo Lewis. And under the entry would be these synonyms: innocent, naïve, clueless. Toni-Jo always assumes the world is beautiful, and everyone is good.

On her facebook page, she explains to the entire world that the picture she posted is from last year when she was only in sixth grade. That she is now in the big high school. That she loves all animals especially unicorns. That her favorite color is pink. That her two BFF's are Kathy and Carren, not Jennie and Louise who were her BFF's last year but not any more. That she is 4'11" tall and 68 pounds.

It was six days ago that Toni-Jo was sitting with these two BFF's in the school cafeteria. Her mouth was working overtime. "Are you going to the game next Saturday? Of course I am. I can't wait! Football is soooo exciting."

"You mean Zach is so exciting," teased Kathy. "Zach in that tight tight uniform."

All three burst into girlish titters. That Toni-Jo had the biggest crush on the linebacker was no secret, that is, except to eleventh-grader Zach who seemed to take no notice of the seventh grader.

East Brentwood is a small district with a single school serving grades 7-12. Since the semester started the girls have been awestruck being in such close quarters with the town's heroes. This is the midwest after all and football is king. It doesn't matter that the team's record so far is 1 and 4. They are still the local team and as such command fierce loyalty from their fans, young and old alike. Every Saturday night, the bleachers were jammed.

"Why are you so quiet today, Carren" Toni-Jo asked.

"Her aunt came this morning," whispered Kathy.

"Really? The one from Chicago?" Toni-Jo was so naïve.

"No, Dummy," Carren said shushing her. "I have my p e r i o d."

"Oooooh. Sorry." Toni-Jo only started spotting two months ago and is still not used to it. Nor to her new pubic fuzz which embarrassed her even though no one else has ever seen it, not even her mother. Nor to her budding little tits, although she's been wearing a training bra since fifth grade. In many respects, she is still in elementary school.

"Toni-Jo, look who just got his tray." She spun around, saw it was Zach, and quickly spun back.

"Why did you make me look? I'm so embarrassed! I hope he didn't see me staring. Hehehe."

In a minute, Zach came carrying his lunch past them. "Hi, Carren." He gave her a wink and a grin and sauntered on his way to the jocks table.

Toni-Jo's jaw hung open. "He said Hi to you. Oh, Carren, he actually knows your name. I am soooo jealous."

"She met him at the game Saturday." Carren glared at Kathy. She'd said too much.

"Really? How? When? After the pizza party? Come on, tell me." The team has pizza after every game, win or lose. It's a tradition. Toni-Jo's father orders the pies, on behalf of the Booster Club, to be delivered each week twenty minutes after the fourth quarter ends.

Carren insisted she didn't want to talk about it and put a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth.

"Come on, Carren, you know how I feel about Zach. Did you tell him about me? Did you... Oooooh, oooooh, listen, they're getting ready to make the announcement." Carren was glad Toni-Jo finally shut up. However, she was nervous knowing what the announcement was going to be. Roy Mangel, student body president, was at the mike. There were the usual things: auditions for the school play, a message from the nurse about the flu season and the importance of hand washing, and Roy's weekly upbeat report of Saturday's game: the great pass in the second quarter, the superb interception in the fourth, the total points scored by the East Brentwood Warriors, and never a mention of the fact they lost, yet again. But there was only one announcement the girls listened for each Monday. The results of the Booster Club fund drive.

The Booster Club is a big deal in East Brentwood. The school budget is tight and only covers the basic football equipment. So it is up to the Boosters to pay for the extras. Besides the weekly pizza celebration, there are the new uniforms, all the latest training equipment, the buses the team, cheerleaders and band use to travel to away games, and the end of season awards banquet at the fanciest restaurant in the county. No expense is spared when it came to "our boys."

Toni-Jo had been working hard ever since school opened. She'd walked up and down her street getting neighbors to buy boosters. She'd solicited cousins in fourteen states. She'd been to every merchant in town. She even sold cupcakes which her mother, Jean Lewis, had baked. And Jean is not a cook! Every week, she turned in what she collected, which was easy enough since her father was Booster Club treasurer. Then every Monday at school, she'd listen for the announcement, butterflies in her tummy.

Roy Mangel was just getting to the announcement. "...so we expect everyone to come out Saturday night and watch the East Brentwood Warriors crush the Oakville Mustangs." Loud cheers. "OK, OK, now quiet down. I have the results here of this week's Booster Drive. In third place, having raised $57.60 this week, the Chiarmonte twins." Mild applause. "In second place, with $86.76 more for our team, Toni-Jo Lewis."

"Congratulations, Toni-Jo." Kathy was so supportive. She was happy for her friend, but knew the girl was disappointed. Every week, someone else walked off with first place. Three weeks ago, it was Kathy herself. Toni-Jo mouthed a thank you and turned to hear Roy.

"And in first place this week,..." Lester Henderson gave a drum roll on the table. "Thank you, Lester, in first place with $987,..." lots of ooooohs around the room. "...the winner is Carren LaMura."

The jock table burst into loud hurrahs! "Yeah, Carren!!" The rest of the tables applauded appreciatively. Toni-Jo simply stared at her friend in disbelief.

"How did you ever raise so much money, Carren?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.

The jocks were still chanting "Yeah, Carren!!"

"But,..."

"I said I don't... I have to go change my tampon." Carren got up and hurried to the girls room. This was very odd. We all know that no female ever goes to the powder room alone.

Toni-Jo stood up to follow her. "Let her go," said Kathy, "I know you're disappointed."

"No, I'm happy for Carren. Really I am. But yeah, I am disappointed also. I wish I knew how to make the really big money. I feel I let the team down. I feel I let Daddy down." Toni-Jo worshipped her father. He is always so loving and caring. Why just three nights before, she must have been having some sort of nightmare. She really doesn't remember it, but she figured out she must have been tossing and turning in bed, because about midnight she was half awake and realized she'd kicked her covers off and her nightie had somehow slipped up so her bottom was all uncovered. Chilled, she started to stir, and realized her father was right there. He must have heard her troubled sleeping and looked in on her. He kindly adjusted her nightie and tucked her back under the covers and gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead.

Toni-Jo then remembered something. ((Three weeks ago, Kathy was number 1. She raised even more than Carren did this week. Oh, maybe that's why Carren is upset.))

At lunch on Tuesday, Carren seemed to be in a better mood. Toni-Jo started to blabber again, "Carren, don't feel bad that you didn't raise as much as Kathy. Be happy that you got so much money for our team. I don't know how you two do it. I sure wish I knew your secret. I'd love to raise a few hundred dollars some week. Daddy would be so proud of me."

Kathy and Carren looked at each other. Poor innocent Toni-Jo. They figured her time had come to discover the truth. Carren began, "Toni-Jo, do you know what a Chinese auction is?"

"Oh, yeah, Mommy loves to go to those. She won our living room lamps last year at the Elks Club. And we've gotten gift certificates to restaurants, and beauty salons, and... Oh, my, is that how you got so much money? A Chinese auction? What a super idea!"

Chinese auctions, sometimes known by the PC term "silent auctions," have become popular fundraisers in many towns. An organization collects donations from local businesses and secondhand items that people are willing to give them. They display these prizes in a big hall with a sack in front of each one. People arrive, look over the prizes, and decide which ones they wish to "bid" on. They purchase tickets, write their names on the back, and drop them into any sack they want to bid on. They can put as many tickets in a sack as they want, or a few, or none of course. Then when the auction begins, one ticket is drawn from the sack to determine the winner for each prize.

"Here's a list of things to buy, Toni-Jo. You can go to the craft store for most of them. Come to my house on Saturday afternoon and we'll help you set it up."

"Oh, wow! That's super. And I can ask the craft store for a gift certificate while I'm there, and I'll see what Mommy can donate, and..."

"No, don't collect any prizes. That'll be taken care of. And, Toni-Jo, don't tell your mother about this auction."

She didn't understand, but she was still excited. That very afternoon she went to the store and bought the things on her list: two dozen small sacks, colored paper (she chose pink), lacy ribbons, a stapler, tape, marking pens (all colors), and five silk scarves. She didn't know what the scarves were for, but she'd find out. On a whim, she also bought a pair of pinking shears. She thought it made the paper look pretty to have that zigzag edge. When her mother asked about the shopping bag, Toni-Jo said it was for a school science project. She hated to lie to her parents, but she knew when her Daddy learned what she did for the team, he'd forgive her.

On Saturday, she sat on Carren's bed cutting her paper to decorate the sacks. She was happy she could find nice white sacks to use instead of brown lunch bags. She replaced the black string handle on each one with a pretty ribbon. Then she pinked and stapled a lovely border around the top. ((That will hold the sack open nicely,)) she thought. Meanwhile, Kathy and Carren were at the desk drawing pictures they would later tape to the sacks. From the bed, Toni-Jo couldn't see all the pictures, but she caught sight of some of them. On one, Kathy had drawn a head of blonde hair with a ponytail, so Toni-Jo assumed, ((that must be for a gift certificate to the Clipper, East Brentwood's only hair salon. Carren drew two eyes on another, obviously that's for the optometrist. Probably a coupon for contacts, because otherwise she would have drawn glasses. Gee, this is fun, guessing what each prize is. I have to crane my neck to see the next drawing. A camera! Maybe for Main Street Photo Shop, unless someone donated a used camera.))

"Wow, when did you get all these great prizes?" No answer. "I think I'm done with the sacks now. Don't they look pretty. What can I do now?"

Carren gave her a paper and some colored markers. "Here, draw two feet on this one. Bare feet." Toni-Jo wasn't much of an artist, but she felt she could do that. She slipped off one sock to use her own foot as a model. Very carefully she drew the outline, heel, sole, five toes. Then tried to make an exact match beside it. She took a red marker and painted the toenails to match her own lovely ones. ((I wish I had some glitter to glue on. Why didn't I buy some at the craft store? This can't be for a shoe store, because Carren specified "bare feet" so there's only one other possibility.)) Pleased with her powers of deduction, she wrote "Pedicure" on one of the sacks in big balloon letters and dotted the i with a heart.

She held up the picture and the sack to show the others. "See, I guessed right, didn't I?"

"No, you didn't." Kathy grabbed the sack, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash. "Now you'll have to make another. It's good you bought extras. You need fifteen."

Confused, Toni-Jo frowned, but went to work on the replacement.

Carren's mom called up from downstairs. "Come on, girls, let's get going. It's almost time to leave." Every Saturday, they went early to the game to take part in the tailgate parties. Kathy put all the finished sacks in a big lawn bag along with the scarves that were never explained.

The girls sat together in the stands and cheered in vain for their heroes. The Warriors lost 25-7. As the teams faced each other for the final handshake designed to demonstrate good sportsmanship, the fans couldn't hear the Mustangs calling each Warrior a loser. Some even made the L gesture on their forehead and snickered.

But by then Carren, Kathy and Toni-Jo were running to the parking lot to get the lawn bag. They took it inside the school and into the gym. "Quickly, this way," Kathy said.

"But this is the boy's side," Toni-Jo objected. She had never set foot in that corridor off the gym. She could smell male sweat as they darted down the hall. As they went past the door of the boys locker room, she could hear the coach giving his post-game talk. She could smell the pizza and immediately thought of her sweet Daddy who made sure it was delivered on time. "I know Daddy's in there, along with Coach Horton, and the other football players, oooooh Zach is in there, and the other officers of the Boosters Club. I know them all: Mr. Hartman of Hartman's Hardware, and Kathy, your Dad, and Vice-principal Hollander. Hollander is the president of the Boosters."

"Quick, Toni-Jo. We don't have much time."

"Wait, I see the boys' shower room. I have to peek inside."

"Toni-Jo, please."

"No one is taking a shower now. I have to see something." Frustrated, Carren and Kathy followed her into the showers. "Wow, what Marcia told me is right! There are no curtains. The boys have to look at each other naked when they shower."

The girls dragged Toni-Jo out of there, but then lost her again when she darted into the boys' bathroom. "Toni-Jo, what are you doing? Do you have to pee?"

"No, silly. I would never use the boys' room. I just wanted to see it. I've never seen a boys' bathroom. Look at those funny little toilet bowls and they aren't even in stalls."

"Toni-Jo, those are urinals. The boys pee in them. Boys can pee standing up."

"I know that."

"You do?" They were amazed that Toni-Jo actually knew this one fact about the opposite sex. As they dragged her out of there, she started explaining how she knew. Had any of the three girls taken the time to look past the urinals, under the toilet stall partitions, they would have seen two feet, with a pair of pants and boxers down around the ankles. Kathy's Dad, Mr. Malachowsky, had been taking a dump. He tried to be quiet when he heard them coming in. Now that they left he was laughing while wiping his rear end. He couldn't wait to go tell the other men, especially Merle, about Toni-Jo's ignorance of urinals.

"It was about a year ago," Toni-Jo explained to her friends as they pulled her to their destination. She tried to talk softly. "Daddy came into the bathroom while I was still in the shower. He apologized of course but said he really had to pee and couldn't wait. Thankfully, the shower door is like frosted and you can't really see through it, except sort of outlines of things, pink outlines, hehe. Well, I heard the tinkling, and I couldn't help myself, I turned and sorta peeked through the shower door and I could see my fuzzy Daddy peeing and even fuzzy I could tell he was standing up. Gee, now that I think of it, I wonder why he didn't use our other bathroom. You know, girls, maybe I should pee. It's been hours since half time."

"No, Toni-Jo. You'll have to wait." By now they were inside the room they'd been heading for.

"You're right. It's a long way back to the girls' room. I'm sure I can wait. This won't take too long, right? Hey, what is this room, anyway?" It was small, with some dry mark boards on the wall, a counter along one wall with cabinets underneath, and a leather topped table in the center.

"This is where the players get their rubdowns. The Boosters bought this massage table." Again Toni-Jo thought of her Daddy. ((He must have placed the order for this equipment. He's so generous.))

Kathy and Carren were lining the fifteen sacks up along the counter. Toni-Jo thought, ((this is an awfully small room for a Chinese auction. Usually they have them in the fire house or the Moose Hall or some other large space. This room could probably only fit a couple dozen people, three dozen tops, all standing.)) She could now finally have gotten a good look at all the pictures on the sacks, but she was too distracted to notice them. She rubbed her fingers along the table. "Do you think, hehe, that Zach had a rubdown today?"

Carren and Kathy looked at each other. "I'm sure he did, Toni-Jo. Why don't you lie down on the table right where he was." Toni-Jo giggled and lay on the table, fantasizing about the boy whose muscular body had been right there.

"But you know, Toni-Jo, they don't get massages with clothes on. Zach was naked when he was lying there." Toni-Jo giggled at the thought. "Come on, get naked, like he was." She looked at her friends wide-eyed. ((What a naughty suggestion.)) But before she could respond, they were unbuttoning her sweater, untying her sneakers, and pulling at her pants. All three were now laughing and Toni-Jo was afraid someone would hear them, afraid they'd be caught, three girls in this inner sanctum of the boys' area. She tried resisting but her two friends kept on holding her and undressing her. "There, now you're naked, just like Zach was."

She felt strange. No one, not even her mother, not even her BFF's until now, had seen her naked titties without her bra, her fuzzy cunt without her panties. "Come on, this is silly. Give me my clothes."

As Kathy gathered up the clothes on the floor and put them in one of the cabinets, Carren began talking seductively, "Don't you want to lie still and let your body feel the leather that Zach's body was on?" Toni-Jo was transported. She decided to allow herself this one illicit fantasy. She closed her eyes. ((My bare bottom is pressing down where Zach's was. His broad shoulders were right here and Coach was rubbing the tightness out.)) Toni-Jo felt a warmth come over her naked body as she continued to think about Zach. ((His legs were down there, those beautiful legs that can run so fast down the field. Coach must have rubbed them also, probably using some special oil.)) She inhaled trying to capture the smell. ((Then Coach probably rubbed Zach's back muscles. Lats or pecs I forget which are the back muscles. So he had to turn over.)) Toni-Jo went to move.

"Hey!" In her daydream, she hadn't realized Kathy and Carren had taken her ankles and wrists and tied them to the four steel legs of the massage table, using the lovely silk scarves she had bought. "This isn't funny any more. Let me up. I gotta get dressed. Someone might come in. Come on."

"Shhhh! If you keep jabbering, someone probably will come to investigate. You have to be quiet, Toni-Jo." Carren took the fifth scarf and tied it around Toni-Jo's mouth as a gag. "There, now you won't make any noise." Toni-Jo started to shake. Suddenly she felt cold again. She was helpless. "Kathy, I have to go change my tampon. Come with me to the bathroom."

Toni-jo tried to stop them. She wanted to plead not to leave her alone. But suddenly that's what she was, alone, and vulnerable. Crazy questions ran through her dim twelve-year old brain. ((What if Daddy sees me like this? What are the other pictures on the sacks? I can't see them now. The counter is behind my head. What if my friends forget me and leave me here all night? Did they close the door? Oh, I can't raise my head enough to see the door. When is the Chinese auction going to be? Tomorrow? I didn't put up any posters. People won't know to come. What if I have to go to the bathroom? I haven't gone since half-time. Hey, where did they go anyway; there's no girls room in this area!))

She heard the door open again. ((Thank goodness they came back. The nightmare will be over soon.))

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