The opportunity came precisely as I expected.
And I was well prepared for it.
English class had ended and the next class was PE, making everyone head to the gym. Jacie had a habit of taking her time. She rushed for no one.
Mel and Vicky, however, were on PE class preparation duty for the month - a little punishment by the teacher for a prank they pulled on Katie in the last PE class, surely ordered by Jacie. Hence the two hurried before everyone else as soon as the bell rang to get the gym materials out, while their leader took her sweet time.
For a brief moment, it was just me and her in the classroom, and I thanked the teacher's union for objecting to CCTVs in the classroom.
I casually approached the whore as she was finally getting up from her seat, and showed her my phone screen without a word.
"What is this?" Jacie asked, confused, and understandably so, as we had never really interacted much before.
"Look closer."
The picture I've shown her from my phone was a Polaroid photo of Mel flashing her boobs, a little souvenir from our short-lived time as a couple back in the day. The only one.
"Mel?" Jacie gasped.
The whore then looked at me, her eyes glistening with excitement.
Just as I thought.
"I have more," I told her.
It wasn't a hard sell.
Jacie wasn't the type to be enraged by seeing a compromising picture of her 'bestie' being in possession of some random boy in class. Instead, she would relish getting her dirty paws on them herself. It was currency, and she could never get enough of it.
"What do you want for these?" She asked, leaning her head back slightly.
I had the pictures, but she wanted to assert dominance here. She wanted me to say what I want, so she would be the one to grant or deny what I ask for.
And I had just the thing that she'd be happy to entertain.
"I want more of Katie's pictures."
"What?!"
Jacie burst out laughing.
"Seriously?!"
She exclaimed, looking at me like I was a pathetic pervert, which wasn't a wrong assessment in the context she understood it.
"Custom pictures."
"Bro, you are so sick!"
She couldn't stop laughing. She was loving it.
"So are you up for it or not?"
She stopped laughing, but still grinning, she demanded.
"Fifty dollars per picture." Jacie played with her hair.
"So she's worth more than Mel?" I played along.
"Throw in two hundred and I will let you fuck her."
"Deal."
"Oh man, you are one sick fuck!" The whore was in ecstasy.
"So it is a deal?"
"Deal."
She nodded. Of course, she wasn't going to shake hand with a sick fuck.
"Meet me at the hiking road by the forest. Behind the public toilet. 1AM."
"That's creepy."
"There you go. I'm a creep who wants creepy pictures of a creep."
She laughed again. I knew she'd like my joke.
"Fine. I will see you then."
"Thanks."
"Don't forget to bring the money."
"I will. I really want those pictures."
Jacie did not respond, just shook her head and walked out of the classroom, whispering, "What a fucking pervert," loud enough to ensure that I heard it.