For the record, Adeline had no idea that Tasha was an illegal immigrant.
She also was unaware of any hazing that the WASP inductees might have gone through, as those things require a certain level of comfort in confiding in other people'which people were not exactly wont to do because of how cold Adeline had the potential to be. They both just happened to be very lucky guesses, calling Ms. Polluck's bluff on sheer dumb luck. But her shot in the dark proved very valuable, and very rewarding.
Holding this information over her headmistress had yielded her a veritable smorgasbord of new opportunities, and was not without its rewards. Under the watchful eye of her mentor in indulgence, Adeline was determined to see just how far her shining golden ticket could take her. And, true to Ashley's word, it would take her far.
For instance, Adeline could now win any argument with any teacher she pleased. Say Ms. Nelson had already checked out Buttercombe Academy's lone DVD of Red October Sky on a day when Adeline didn't particularly feel like doing her job. Rita could have had that movie in reserve for weeks, but all it took was for Adeline to call up her boss and, within moments, Rita would waddle her way down the hallway'DVD in tow.
Or, perhaps more usefully, she could lay claim to most things that she should have no right to lay claim to. Say Adeline happened to 'miss breakfast' on the day that Jen Walker stored her Culinary Arts classes' miscellaneous concoctions in the East Wing teachers' lounge. Considering that Adeline didn't even teach on this wing, she should have no business sticking her nose in the fridge and taking a treat or two for herself. But with Ms. Polluck backing her big butt up, the rotund arithmetic teacher had no reservations about claiming a Lemon Meringue and a Boston Cr'me all for herself'with Jen watching as she happily made her way back to the classroom, big butt bobbing along like nothing had happened!
And then, of course, came the actual material rewards. Adeline didn't have an office to load up like Ashley, but that didn't mean her cabin couldn't be refurbished with a few extras. A new microwave she saw in a catalog, one of the old pizza ovens (that had been a doozy to swing) Ms. Flatterly was going to throw out finding a new home in her kitchen, a bigger TV and a fancy tablet computer that synced up with her classroom's projector, Adeline came home to at least one improvement every day or so. In the meantime, Adeline had been given full access to cabin services. A maid came by while she was in class, she was given all the pay-per-view channels on her satellite, and she could order anything she wanted to eat! All absolutely, one hundred percent free!
'Mm, oh man.' Ashley mumbled huskily from her Jacuzzi on the deck of her cabin, 'I gotta talk to Polluck about that room service biz.'
Adeline sat opposite her friend, a glass of wine in one hand as she rest the other beneath the surface of the bubbling water. She touched the pale swell of her pot belly, sensitive and itchy as its contents gurgled alongside the jets of the tub. Idly she found herself rubbing the soft white skin, smiling wryly in agreement to her friends' suggestion. Blackmailing her boss had easily been the smartest decision she'd ever done. While she still had to (ugh) do her job, it had easily allowed her a lot more wiggle room. Though figuratively of course, both Adeline and Ashley were finding that the Assistant Coach's new tub had a lot of frivolities'with wiggle room being scarce between them.
Across from Adeline, Ashley used one pillowy arm to lower a cheesy glob of nachos into her mouth. Placing softened chips into her mouth, the corpulent coach chewed for a moment before suckling on her fat fingers. Her flabby upper half was completely visible, with her fat arms resting against the side of the Jacuzzi (spilling over slightly in their adiposity) and her bikini-covered knockers pooling heavily into her cups. Her face was red with a combination of things, though mostly alcohol and the heat of the tub. In one hand she gripped a can of beer.
'Then I wouldn't have to get up to get me summore of those'' Ashley slurred slightly as she looked past Adeline to the chips, 'Be a dollface and grab those for me?'
'Of course.' Adeline said with a polite smile as she braced herself for the cold Winter air that lived outside the tub. Standing and leaning over, her massive ass on display for any nearby neighbors to see, Adeline acquired the tortilla chips and sat back down'the tub gave an audible groan of dismay as she lowered herself down and nestled under the water.
'Jeez Addy, lay off the chips.' Ashley joked, 'Your butt gets much bigger and I'll have to have Polluck order me a whole goddamn new tub!'
'Oh please, a few more chips between us isn't going to hurt your precious hot tub.' Adeline rolled her eyes behind her foggy glasses playfully as she stole a few servings from Ashley, 'But even if it did' who cares? She'd just buy you a new one!'
A great laugh escaped the former athlete as her belly shook beneath the water, unsettling the bubbling tempest even further as the great white blob of her belly bounced over the disturbed surface of the pool.
'Yeah, you're totally right.' Ashley said as she raised her can of beer, 'To' oh shit''she laughed again''what the fuck should we toast to?'
'To Ms. Polluck!' Adeline said confidently as she tapped Ashley's can with her glass, 'And how well she treats us... the real Queens of the Buttercombe!'
The both lifted their respective containers over their head, and resumed a night filled with gluttony and hedonism. Just one of many more to come, as Ashley and Adeline would certainly do this again. And again. And again and again, until it got old. Which it never did'
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