Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders

by

Jacqui Knight

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LESBIAN LOVE: VIRGINS AND CHEERLEADERS

Copyright © 2010 by Jacqui Knight

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

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Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders

Chapter One

I stood in the gate and looked up at my new school, I flinched as I was shoved and jostled by kids pushing past me in their haste to get in and meet their old buddies. Lucky them, this was all new to me, a seventeen year old girl’s worst nightmare. What were the kids going to be like? I had the usual worries about bullying, drugs and boys, did my uniform look at least a little bit sexy and had I smudged my makeup? I smoothed down my tartan miniskirt, ok, it looked like all the other girls, ultra short with navy blue pantyhose that made my legs look twice as long, shoes with just enough heel to make my ass look good but not so much as to upset the teachers. Blouse neat and pressed, blazer crisp, just right, yep, I’d pass on that. I lurched forward, damn, another push into my back. Bastards.

“Hey, sorry about that, you’re new aren’t you?”

I looked around to see a true high school goddess, legs up to her armpits descending from a cheerleading dress that barely hid her navel, long, artfully styled highlighted hair in a rumpled California surfer look, creamy skin, looks to die for.

“Er, yeah, I guess I am. I’m Sarah Walsh.”

“Great, nice to meet you, I’m Alexis Eisenberg, I guess it’s obvious what I get up to around here.”

She grinned and spread the skirt of her dress. “I’m head cheerleader by the way, we’re always looking for pretty new talent to come and join us, you interested?”

Maybe, just maybe, I thought, but not yet, let’s see how it goes first. But Christ, she was so damned gorgeous. I realized I was gawking at her like a lovesick schoolgirl. Which I was I realized, a schoolgirl that is, not the other thing. Yeah, Sarah Walsh, sweet twenty two, virgin, never been kissed. Well ok, I’d been kissed more than a few times, but so far I’d never got much further.

“I’ve got to look around a bit, but I’ll think on it.”

She gave a smile that lit up the area like a flare. “Ok, great, I’ll show you to the administrator’s office if you like.”

“Yeah, great, thanks.”

We walked through the crowds of kids hurrying into school and she left me with a dour faced woman who looked about a hundred years old but maybe I’d have looked as bad if I’d worked in this place for a few years. I handed her my documents and she glanced at them quickly and tossed them into a tray.

“Here’s a copy of the school rules, your locker’s in the hallway.” She handed me a key. “Classes start in twelve minutes, make sure you’re not late. Room two six seven, third floor.”

She turned away and that was it. Welcome to Fleming Senior High School, Jackson, Mississippi.

I found my locker and dumped my stuff and walked up the stairs through more crowds of kids to find my class. When I walked into the room it was already full, the teacher was handing out printed sheets to the kids.

“And you are?” he asked me.

“Sarah Walsh, it’s my first day.”

“Ok, find a chair and sit down, Sarah, we’re about to start. I’m Grant Newman, welcome to Fleming.”

He was the typical teacher, almost a caricature in his rumpled tweed jacket, button down shirt, narrow tie and cord pants. Hair overdue for a cut and a face that looked weary of the unending struggle with kids who wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible and move on with their agendas. I looked around the class, Alexis was there sitting with another cheerleader, another babe. She gave me a small wave and I smiled back. There was a chair empty next to an African American girl on the left of the room, I went over to her.

“Do you mind?” I asked her.

“Sure, it’s not taken,” she smiled. “I’m Julia Kelly.”

She was not very pretty, but reasonably attractive in the way that some girls can be when they take what they have and make the best of it. Her skin was almost jet black, her hair cut short in a Halle Berry cut that suited her. I was relieved to be sitting with someone who seemed friendly, perhaps the school wouldn’t be so bad after all. I introduced myself to her and Mr. Newman started giving us his critiques on the nineteenth century American novel. An hour later he’d almost sent me to sleep and I could swear that behind me one of the boys was actually snoring. Did I need to know that Samuel Langhorne Clemens wrote under the pen name of Mark Twain? I don’t think so, and neither did these kids.

I got through my first morning and at break Alexis grabbed me and insisted I sat with her and the other members of her cheerleading squad. As she introduced them I made a mental note of their names, I’d want to remember them for later.

Alexis Eisenberg, of course, the head cheerleader, Emily Marshall, Lisa McLaren, Jessica Hunt, Lyndsey Milner and Rebecca Waterston. All cheerleaders, all babes.

“There are some others, of course,” she shrugged. “But we’re the mainstay of the squad, the others come and go as they feel like it. If some jock asks them out on a date they forget that cheerleading even exists.”

“So you guys always put the squad first?” I said with a smile. “Even if the quarterback asks you out for a romantic evening?”

“Damn right,” Emily said. “That’s Patrick Blake, by the way.”

I didn’t mention that as they were all babes of course, they’d never have to worry about getting a date with this Patrick Blake or anyone else. I expected the other cheerleaders were not quite as well endowed with such attractive qualities as these girls.

“Alexis said she’d asked you to try out for the squad,” Rebecca said. “Do you think you might give it a go?”

“I’m thinking about it, honest. I just need to settle here for a few days first and see how it all goes.”

“Why don’t you come and see us on the field this afternoon?” Alexis said.

I turned to reply and my tongue stuck in my mouth, she was smiling at me, waiting for my reply. But that smile, it turned my knees to water. Oh shit, remember who you are, Sarah, she’s turning you on. The last thing I needed was a schoolgirl crush on another girl, for God’s sake, the head cheerleader, how corny was that. I heard myself stammering out a reply. “Er, yeah, I’d like that, what time is it?”

“We’ve got games for the final period, we’ll be out on the field then. Take a look, come and talk to us afterwards in the changing room, we always go for a shower afterwards.”

“Whereabouts do you live, Sarah? Are you far from here?” Emily asked me.

I told them about our family apartment off North Congress Street, near the City Centre, that my folks had recently moved here from Washington DC. I didn’t need to ask these girls where they were from, they were all white, middle class wholesome American girls, products of the Jackson middle class suburbia.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice,” Emily replied, but I could tell she was thinking the opposite. Well fuck you too. I happened to like city living and wasn’t overly impressed by the middle classes of all colors and races that had fled the inner cities to populate their suburban utopias with latter day Stepford wives.

I had a class after lunch, then the final period was games. In the changing room, Coach Cooper was talking to some of the girls and I waited for her to spot me.

“I’m Sarah Walsh,” I said in reply to her raised eyebrow.

“Hi, Sarah, what have you played?”

I rattled of some of my school sports, when I said hockey her eyes lit up.”

“Hockey will be fine, I’m short a couple of players, you got your kit?”

I nodded. “Ok,” she continued. “Get changed and we’ll see how you do.”

I changed into my hockey uniform, navy blue polo shirt, short pleated skirt, full navy blue underwear, white socks and studded hockey shoes. I slipped in my shin pads and went out onto the field. The coach split us into two teams, the other side had red tabards and we started to play. Or should I say they played? For the first part of the game I worked hard to position myself where I wouldn’t be noticed. While we were playing, the cheerleaders came out onto the field and warmed up, then went into practicing their routines. They were great, colorful and energetic, I began to relax, it was a familiar and happy scene. Then I heard a shout.

“Hey, Sarah, hit it!”

I whipped around and the ball was whistling towards me, an opposing team member was bearing down from the other side and there were no girls between me and the heavily padded defender who guarded the net like a squat troll at the gates of Hades.

Shit! This was all I needed, why couldn’t they just leave me alone? But I surged forward and caught the ball on my stick and urged it forward, I could hear the breath of the girl behind me as I ran, I was sure I could even smell her sweat, but maybe it was mine. The troll came out towards me and reached out with her stick to hook the ball away from me, blocking it with her padded legs if she failed, but she was toast. I’d played a lot of hockey, I swerved around her and zapped the ball into the goal where it hit the net with a resounding ‘whack’. I heard the cheering calls from my team, and then I saw a splash of color and movement across the field. The cheerleaders had watched my goal and went into a wild routine that made me feel like a star. The other girls on my team patted me on the back as I went back to restart the game, I was making comments like, ‘I was just lucky’, stuff like that. Which was the truth, except that when you say it you sound like you’re being modest when really you’re a legend.

After the game we went into the changing rooms and the cheerleaders trooped in with us. I was about to strip off when I saw Alexis’s core group of six were already standing unashamedly, gloriously naked. I tried not to goggle at them, I’d never seen so many girls naked before but it was more than that. What was in front of my eyes were six babes, beautiful, slim, lithe, corn fed All-American girls. I was slim and pretty, or at least I was slim and some people said I was pretty, my mom always said anyway. Mind you, she also said I could do with putting on a bit more weight, I was too thin and haggard looking, but these girls were so much more than just pretty. They moved with a confident grace, a studied elegance that was the product of three things, money, money and money. I felt embarrassed when they clustered around me, they were totally unconcerned that they weren’t wearing any clothes.

“Hey, Sarah, that was some goal, you were great out there,” Alexis said, still smiling her perfect thousand dollar smile.

“Gee, thanks, but it was nothing, really.”

“Look, why don’t you take a shower with us and we’ll talk some more about the cheerleading squad?”

“Well, I don’t know, Alexis,” I said doubtfully. Frankly I felt embarrassed and a little out of it in the face of those six perfect bodies and faces.

“We won’t eat you,” she said with a laugh, but there was a challenge in her eyes, was I up to it, stripping naked and going into the shower with six of Fleming’s babes? Fuck ‘em, I stripped off and followed them into the communal shower room.

They told me about their practice sessions, competitions, about Coach Cooper who ran a pretty tight ship. I said I’d give them an answer by the end of the week and made it sound like it would be yes. I jumped as someone put their hands on my back in the steamy shower room.

“Let me soap your back,” Alexis said. “It’s a lot easier and then you can do mine.”

“Ok, thanks,” I croaked. Her touch was turning my legs to rubber, they felt wobbly. It was so soft, so gentle as she rubbed soap into my skin. I knew my face was flushed bright red, my stomach was churning and oh, shit, I could feel my cunt starting to feel damp. She was really turning me on, the head cheerleader, it was like some crappy scene from a chick-flick. As her hands reached lower and lower, I imagined her touching me there, my vagina, those sure, confident beautiful hands reaching around me and starting to stroke my clit, deeper then, pushing into me.

“Rinse off and you can do me,” she said.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I said. What was the matter with me, this girl was all over me and I was letting her do it? I needed to sharpen up my act if I was to survive this place, I rinsed under the warm water and soaped Alexis’s back more briskly, purposefully. She knew instinctively what had happened, I’m sure, but it was impossible to faze this girl. She kept smiling, thanked me warmly and went to rinse off. She came back over to me.

“I hope we’ll be good friends, Sarah.”

“I hope so too.” I meant it, too. “I think I’m going to like it here.”

“Of course you will,” she said. She moved closer and continued. “Look, if you have any problems with any of the other girls or the work, the teachers or anything like that, like I said, look me up and I’ll be glad to sort it out.”

I didn’t reply, I was mesmerized. I’d heard about people taking their first hit of crack or heroin, was it like this? I couldn’t look down, her face was so close to me, smiling as she spoke. Her hand was on my tit as she talked, like when someone touches you on the arm to hold your attention. Could she feel me shivering beneath her touch, I wondered? I managed to find my voice. “Thanks, Alexis, that would be great.”

She leaned forward and kissed me lightly, gently on the lips, a light touch of her gorgeous lips, then left the shower. I stood rooted with astonishment and drenched by an emotion that I couldn’t identify for at least another minute before I went to dry off. Who are you fooling, Sarah, I could identify that emotion. It was called lust. I went out and started to towel off. Alexis smiled at me.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Sarah?”

I nodded dumbly, feeling my face go an even deeper shade of red. Then I found my voice.

“Does it show?” I asked her bitterly.

She just smiled and turned away to finish dressing.

I dressed in my uniform and tidied my hair and makeup. The cheerleaders were taking almost all of the spaces in front of the mirrors but I managed to find a tiny gap where I could get myself prettied up. I finished dressing and buttoned up my blouse, slipped on my blazer and went out of the changing room to get my things out of my locker. I was so dizzy that I walked straight into someone, almost knocking her to the ground.

“Oh, sorry,” I said.

“What do you think you’re doing, I could have been injured?”

She was an older woman, obviously a teacher. Short dark hair, tailored suit, silk blouse, pearl necklace.

“Look, I said I’m sorry,” I continued.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, what’s your name?”

I told her.

“Well, Sarah Walsh, I’m Miss Zelinski, the deputy headmistress. Be more careful when you walk around the school.”

“I will, sorry Miss.”

She nodded and stalked off. Bitch. I went and found my locker, buttoned on my raincoat and left to get the bus home.

Back in my apartment I thought about my first day. Professionally, it had gone well, better than I might have expected. No-one suspected that I might be anything other than what I appeared to be, a normal seventeen year old schoolgirl recently moved to the area, which was good news. Alexis Eisenberg was bad news. I’d not had a schoolgirl crush since my last school and that wasn’t quite as recent as I’d made out. It had also been on a boy, not the quarterback but a nice looking guy who was the school track star. He wasn’t one for team sports, despised all that macho posturing and happily ran school and state records by himself on the track. He even took me out once, I could still remember him kissing me but after that he started dating another, prettier girl, a fucking cheerleader of all things, as if that wasn’t ironic. But Alexis, she was something different. She’d come on to me, which was nice, but the problem was I’d wanted her to do it, had loved the feel of her hands on my back in the shower, the soft, sensuous touch of her lips as they brushed mine. I felt the butterflies coming back and started to work on some paperwork to take my mind off it. I’d already decided I wouldn’t mention it to Morgan.

Chapter Two

I survived that first week without being beaten up by any other girls, raped or otherwise molested by any of the boys or criticized too harshly by any of the teachers. On Saturday morning I went to Morgan’s offices. I looked around before I went in, but the street was clear. I’d kept my clothes casual, teenage chic, black leggings, boots, short dress and a large designer handbag. If anyone from the school saw me, I wouldn’t look out of character. I went in and pressed the elevator button, the doors opened and I went up to the fifth floor, the offices of Strange Services, the private investigation agency run by Morgan Strange, the enigmatic man who was my boss. I walked into reception and saw Gale Margolis, his receptionist cum secretary cum coffee maker.

“Hi, Sarah,” she brightened when she saw me. “How did it all go? I expected to see you in school uniform.”

“I laughed. “Not today, Gale, it’s Saturday. How’s Morgan?”

She grimaced. “The usual, all work and no humor. You’re to go straight in.”

I felt her eyes following me as I walked across the office. Was there something she hadn’t told me, was I about to be shredded for something I hadn’t done, or something I had done and shouldn’t have? Well, I’d done my best, so that would have to do.

I walked through the door and came face to face with Morgan Strange, my employer. His skin was dark black, his hair neat and short and his body muscular, an ex-cop who looked and was tough and competent. Invalided out of the force after a thug’s bullet clipped the bone in his knee and gave him a slight but permanent limp, he’d set up the company as an alternative to police work. It was successful, very successful, his natural abilities, strength, and determination together with his official contacts gave good early results in several high profile cases. Now he was often the first person people came to when they had a problem the police couldn’t or wouldn’t solve. It was one such problem that I was working on now. I wasn’t seventeen, I was twenty two, although I could pass for seventeen easily or even younger at a push. I’d worked for Morgan for almost a year, since leaving college. The apartment I went home to wasn’t my parents, it was mine. He’d called me into his office two weeks ago.

“Sarah, this is Brian Ginsberg, I don’t believe you’ve met before.”

I went forward and shook hands.

“Brian, this is Sarah, I think she’s the best person for the job, don’t let her little girl looks deceive you, she’s clever and resourceful.”

“Are you really twenty two, Sarah, you don’t look more than sixteen or seventeen?”

“Thanks, Mr. Ginsberg, I’ll take that as a compliment,” I grinned.

“Call me Brian,” please. He looked at me for a few moments more and I could swear that his eyes were slightly damp. A problem with his daughter, a girl that looked a bit like me maybe? I was right.

“Brian’s daughter, Katie Ginsberg was found dead six weeks ago of a drug overdose. She was seventeen.”

I nodded and he continued. “She was a pupil at Fleming Senior High School here in Jackson. Brian believes she was murdered and has asked us to look into it.”

Ginsberg must have seen the skeptical look on my face, drug deaths amongst kids in their late teens was by no means unusual, many of them experimented with drugs, a few fatally.

“Katie didn’t take drugs, Sarah. She was totally clean.”

“I hear you, Brian, but if she was at a party and had a few drinks she might have been tempted to try them. But surely, if you think it’s murder, why not take it to the police?”

“I did and they didn’t want to know. I went to the school governors and staff, the same lack of any interest. They said the same as you, kids mess with drugs and some swallow an accidental overdose and die.”

“So why do you think it was murder?” I asked him.

A shadow passed over his face as he recounted his last conversation with his daughter. “She came to me a while back and said that some of the kids at Fleming were pushing drugs, she was worried about it. Katie was like that, always thinking of other people. A couple of months back she said she was onto someone at school who she thought was actually behind the whole thing and that she’d nearly got enough evidence to take it to the cops. I told her to be careful.” He stopped to take out a handkerchief and wipe his eyes. He swallowed and then continued. “Two days later she was found dead. It was murder, plain and simple.”

I nodded. “It sure sounds like it, someone covering their tracks maybe.”

Morgan interrupted. “I want you to enroll at the school, Sarah, you can pass as seventeen. Get yourself kitted out with school uniform, all of the stuff, books, sports clothes and so on.”

I smiled inwardly as I pictured myself back in one of those sexy little tartan miniskirts again. Maybe I’d strike lucky and pull a guy this time, trouble was, he’d be seventeen, not much use to virgin Sarah.

“No problem, boss, I can do that. How long does the job last?”

“One month initially,” he replied. “But Brian wants it to go on for as long as it takes.”

Ginsberg leaned forward. “I want you to find the bastard who murdered my daughter, get the evidence and I can take it to the police and have the bastard locked up for ever.”

His expression was fierce and determined, I imagined he wanted a lot more than that when the person responsible was uncovered. If he owned a gun, and he probably did, it was likely he would be tempted to use it. I hoped not, there was no future in that line of thinking.

“So you’ll do it?” he said.

I nodded. “No sweat, I’ll do my best.”

We spent some time going over the details of Katie Ginsberg’s life, I made notes of her contacts and friends at school. Morgan handed me a hard drive.

“That’s a copy of Katie’s computer drive, you can take it and look through it, there’s everything you need to know about the academic side of things and of course who she was in contact with, good or bad.

“Could I ask you a question, Sarah,” Ginsberg said suddenly.

“Sure, of course.”

“You’re still young, I realize that, but are you married yet, Miss Walsh? Or have you got a regular boyfriend?”

I blinked. Wow, some question, I couldn’t see the relevance of it, but still, there was no harm in telling him. “The right guy hasn’t come along yet, that’s why not. When he does, I’ll grab him quick.”

“Yeah, I see. The thing is, Katie was, er, well, sexually, she was...” He faltered.

But it was obvious. “You mean she was gay, a lesbian?”

He nodded. Yeah, exactly.”

“Is that relevant to this investigation?” I asked.

“Not at all.”

“Then it’s of no interest, it makes no difference to us.”

I looked at Morgan and our eyes met. It made all the difference in the world, of course. The fact that the victim was a lesbian meant that the investigation would be slanted to look at other motives for murder, other girls, jilted ex-lovers, whatever.

Morgan looked at me. “I’ll give you the file later, Sarah,we’ll talk more then, that’s all.”

“Ok, nice meeting you, Brian. I’ll give it my best shot, I assure you.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

I nodded to him and left.

Two weeks later I was making my first report. I handed over a file containing documents and other materials I’d photocopied together with prints from photos I’d taken with my cellphone. He indicated a chair and I sat down and waited while he read through the file.

“Yep, this is good stuff, but no line on any drugs yet?”

I shook my head. “Early days yet, Morgan. You know what these druggies are like, they need to get to know you and trust you before they make a move.”

“That’s true. Anything that looks likely, arouses your suspicions?”

“Nothing, sorry. It’s all kosher so far. But if it’s there, I’ll find it.”

“I know you will.” He looked grave, thoughtful. “There’s something about this case that tells me that Brian Ginsberg could be right. Keep digging, and thanks again.”

I left the office and Gale Margolis ambushed me as I was about to leave.

“You got a moment Sarah?”

“Sure, Gale, what is it?”

“What’s it like going back to Senior High, the second time, I mean?”

I laughed. “Not much different to the first time, I guess. Except that this time I know it’ll soon be over and I’ll be chasing down some scumbag who’s cheating on his wife or ripping off his employer.”

“Have you made any boyfriends yet? Any handsome jocks broke your heart?”

“Hey, Gale, give me a chance, they’re all seventeen, not much future there. Besides, I’ve been really busy.”

I told her about the classes, the hockey team, and the cheerleading squad that I had decided to join when I went back to school on Monday.

“So you’re going to be wearing one of those ditzy little cheerleading dresses, Sarah?”

I laughed again. “I guess so, I hadn’t thought about it much.”

“What are they like, the other cheerleading girls?”

My face must have gone beet red. “Er, they’re fine, no problems.”

She looked at me intently for a few moments. Whatever else she was, Gale Margolis was no fool.

“I see, like that is it?”

“Like what, Gale?”

“Who is she, the head cheerleader?”

I paused to get my wits together, but what the hell, I’d go redder than ever if I tried to deny it.

“Yes, Alexis Eisenberg, she was real nice to me on the first day at school.”

“I’ll be she was,” Gale said with a grin.

“It wasn’t like that, she was just...” I thought about the golden Alexis, long legged, beautiful, confident, that lovely warm smile, those inviting red lips.

“Sarah, honey, I’ve lost you, you’re wandering. What were you saying?”

I came crashing back to the present. “She was just nice, Gale.”

“And beautiful, I expect, with perfect teeth and skin, long legged, clothes and makeup perfect, hair to die for?” she continued.

“Yes, that’s right,” I breathed, thinking of her.

I was silent for a minute, thinking of her while Gale sat waiting for me to come back to Earth.

“You’re not gay, are you, Sarah?”

My face felt hotter than ever, damnation, why did I always give away my innermost thoughts?

“No, of course not.”

Now it was her turn to be silent. What was on her mind? Then it hit me like a thunderbolt, why hadn’t I thought about it before?

“You’re a lesbian, aren’t you, Gale?”

She nodded, her face serious. “I think so, yes, although I’ve never, well, slept with a woman. But yes, I do prefer to think of women than men.”

Christ, what a life, not knowing whether you really lusted after one gender or another. I was glad I was firmly heterosexual. I was sure of that, at least. But shit, every time I thought of Alexis my thoughts were anything but hetero, they were downright lesbian lustful dyke. But I wasn’t a lesbian, couldn’t be. I liked being with guys, was looking for the right one to partner with and settle down for life. Someone like, who? But the only face I could bring to mind was Alexis. I realized that Gale had got up from behind the reception desk and was standing next to me.

“What was that, Gale?”

“Could you get me a photo of you in your schoolgirl uniform, Sarah?”

“Christ, Gale, what is this, I’m not available, you know.”

“I know that. But what if I was Alexis, what then?”

My thoughts drifted again, then I realized that I could feel her breath on my face, she was only a couple of inches away from me. She swayed towards me and her lips were on mine and she was kissing me, it was warm, sensual, arousing. I felt her hand caressing my tits but I didn’t throw it off, couldn’t. Her kiss lingered, then she pulled back, but her hand stayed where it was, her other hand was behind me, holding me close to her. With a shock I realized my hands were both around her, pulling her towards me. We looked into each other’s eyes. I pulled my hands back, let them slip around her body to push her away, but as they did, I brushed both her tits. Then I gently disengaged. She was the one who was bright red now, standing with a horrified expression on her face.

“Sarah, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” she muttered.

“Yeah, that’s ok, Gale. It’s not something I normally do either, you know.”

“Don’t say anything to Morgan,” she pleaded.

I grinned. “Of course not, it’s between us girls. Look, we really mustn’t do this sort of thing, I’m looking for a boyfriend, Gale. I don’t want a lesbian relationship.”

“Unless it’s with Alexis,” she said bitterly.

I shook my head. “It’s not like that, really.” I wasn’t sure if I believed myself when I said it. I’d better start chasing down a boyfriend and break the spell of this girly crush that was growing within me.

Chapter Three

I spent a weekend cleaning my apartment, trying to keep myself busy to clear my mind. On Saturday night I’d even gone out to a singles bar, to try and hitch up with some guy and prove to everyone, especially myself, that the infatuation with Alexis was just that. I spent two hours being chatted up by earnest young men with promising careers in lawyer’s offices, accountancy firms and brokerage houses. Apart from being universally boring, they had one thing in common, they were all totally preoccupied with themselves. When I’d heard the fifth one start to tell me what an ace he was at making deals and beating down the opposition, I’d had enough and I went home. I had to make a huge effort in bed to keep my hand away from my cunt and not masturbate whilst fantasizing about Alexis. Damnit, sweet twenty two and never been fucked. I made it through the night, but it was a close thing. On Monday I dressed in my white blouse, navy panty hose and tartan miniskirt, put on my favorite Lauren jacket, a short, neat zipper jacket that I thought looked pretty good on me. I took extra care with my hair and makeup, I wanted to look my best. After a moment’s reflection I got out my prettiest earrings, small diamond studs that had been a gift and I’d treasured ever since. Then I set out to continue my schoolgirl career.

Julia Kelly met me by the lockers where she was putting her stuff away. She looked neat, smart, in control, there sure wasn’t any doubt that she would work hard and get good grades. Although blacks made up a majority in Jackson life was pretty stacked against them in the U.S., we railed about the unfairness and discrimination in other countries, about the treatment of women in Afghanistan, but couldn’t seem to resolve our own problems. She’d probably get a decent job, I reflected, and then wind up with someone like one of those guys who I’d met on Saturday night in the singles bar. But this was older person mentality, like I was her big sister. I switched into schoolgirl mode as she spoke to me.

“You coming to Mr. Newman’s class, Sarah?”

“Sure thing, hang on one second and I’ll be with you.”

I dumped my bag in the locker and took out what I’d need for the lesson.

“Hey, Sarah, how’s it going?” a voice said behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I told myself to keep calm and neutral. Then I turned around.

“Hi, Alexis, fine, thanks. You have a good weekend?”

Then she smiled and I was lost, my knees felt week, even my tits burned as I remembered her hand there during the shower.

“Yep, great time. I wanted to talk to you about the cheerleading team.”

I half noticed Julia’s look of disgust as she walked away, then I listened to Alexis.

“We were hoping you’d try out with us this afternoon, Sarah.”

“Yes, I’d like that, I’ll be there. Have you got a dress I can wear?”

She smiled that lovely, resolve melting smile again. “Sure we have, honey, don’t worry about it, just bring yourself and we’ll take care of the rest. I told you I’d look after you, didn’t I?”

I nodded, I couldn’t speak.

“Ok then,” she went on. “Let’s go to old Newman’s class, it’s on some other crappy American author. Jesus, he wouldn’t know good English it if came and kicked him in the ass.”

We linked arms and walked along the corridor, chatting like old friends. Yet every time she wanted to make a point, she touched me, just above my breasts, far enough away to be polite, but near enough to remind me of the potent, sexual aura that surrounded her and swamped me. She smelt good, too, a magical blend of musky, young woman scent, French perfume and that unique odor of expensive clothes that have just been laundered. It all added up to a heady mixture, certainly it was for me, anyway.

We reached the classroom and I sat next to Julia. She gave me a cold glance and looked down to her book.

“Hey, Julia, she just wanted to talk about the cheerleading team, don’t beat up on me, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m sorry, truly. Give me a break, will you?”

She looked up slowly and then she nodded. “Yeah, ok, forget it. Are you alright on what we’re looking at today?”

Like six or seven years ago, I thought, and I got straight A’s back then. “I’ve looked at the books over the weekend, I think I’m fine. How was your weekend?”

She talked happily about visiting her aunt in New Orleans. As it happened I loved New Orleans, the bit that hadn’t been washed away by Hurricane Katrina and I encouraged Julia to promise to talk to me about the city later. The last thing I needed was to make any enemies. I was pretty curious about her though. “Julia, you don’t seem to like Alexis or the other cheerleaders, why is that?”

She scowled. “You’ll find out when you join them, they’re a bunch of fucking dykes.”

“But they seem pretty normal to me.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Bunch of stuck up bitches, they think they’re too good for everyone else in this school.”

So they’d turned her down for the cheerleading squad, there was no other explanation. Was it racial, but no, although they were all white, the six core members, there were others on the squad who were black and one girl was Chinese or Korean. So what was it? Then I understood, of course, she wasn’t pretty enough. It was a shame, but maybe she should do something about it if it bothered her. Most girls, and Julia was no exception, could look more beautiful if they really wanted to and made the effort. Grant Newman came into the class and the conversations died away and we got down to some work.

One thing she was right about was that they were inclined to lesbian behavior, but no, it wasn’t really true that they were lesbians. They obviously played lesbian games, but so did lots of other girls at school and afterwards they lived normal heterosexual lives, I guess it was the same for homosexuality with boys. She was bitter, that was all. I speculated on how I could use that to my advantage as the investigation proceeded. After lunch we had a games lesson and I let Julia persuade me to play netball with her. Coach Cooper was in the changing room picking the teams and as I changed into my netball skirt I heard her call my name to be on the same team as Julia. I stuck close to her during the game and fed her a couple of passes, I reckoned it would be useful to get her as an ally. It was even just possible that she knew people who were mixed up in the drug thing and Katie Ginsberg’s murder. I felt a bit like a Judas, I was about to join the cheerleaders and might need to investigate them too, but I had a job to do. Alexis and the squad were practicing at the other end of the field and when we went in they were still out there, I felt a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be sharing their shower again.

I was talking to Julia, enjoying the warm water streaming down over my body when I heard several loud voices joking and laughing. Then Alexis, Emily and Lisa came into the shower and stood under the spray. Alexis smiled at me. “Hi, Sarah, you had a good game?”

“Yeah, good one, didn’t score though.”

She shrugged and walked over to Julia. “Hi, Julia, how’s it all going?”

Julia gave her a cold look and stared straight through her. To my astonishment the head cheerleader closed with her and leaning forward, planted a kiss on her lips, a strong, passionate kiss that must have shocked the other girl. She wriggled to get out of it, but Emily and Lisa stood either side of her and held her arms. Alexis held the kiss and reached down with her hand to feel Julia’s cunt, I was mesmerized. She felt around her labia, I could swear she pushed a finger inside and then broke off, smiling.

“Did you enjoy that, babe? Was it enough to satisfy you or did you want more?”

Julia was shaking with rage and emotion. “I’ll fucking ruin you for that, Alexis. You scum dyke bitch, my dad’s lawyers will nail your white ass to a cross.”

“Really? Nail me for what, Julia, I don’t think anything happened. Emily, Lisa, you see anything happen?” They shook their heads. “See, you’re imagining things. Sarah, you see anything happen?”

Oh Alexis, you know I could never say anything to hurt you. I shook my head and left the shower. Behind me, I heard her continue taunting Julia. “See, nothing happened. Tell me who your dad works for, Julia and my dad’ll get him fired.”

“Fuck you, you dyke bitch,” Julia snapped back.

This was not my fight. I toweled off and got dressed. It was time to get out of here and go home, fast. As I walked through the corridors I saw a pair of UPS men carrying large packages into the chemistry department. Nothing unusual about that of course, but Matt Phillips, the chemistry department head looked furtively around the door as they carried their boxes into his room, then he closed the door and ducked back inside. I walked casually along and opened the door and looked inside. It was some kind of a store room, the men were putting the boxes down next to sacks of chemicals of some kind, Matt Phillips was supervising them. Behind him was another door that was guarded with a key code lock, normal for schools these days, but the door seemed to be made of steel with a peephole set three quarters of the way up. I’d seen a photo of that kind of a door once before, when Morgan showed me photos of a bust he’d taken part in on a city drug den. At that moment Phillips looked up and saw me. He rushed over.

“Can I help you?”

“Well, yeah, I’m looking for the school medical center, I guess this isn’t it.”

He relaxed a little. “It most certainly isn’t, you need to go to the end of the corridor, turn left and you’ll find it halfway down.”

“Thanks,” I said, giving him a flirty wave. “Be seeing you.”

“Yeah, no sweat.”

I walked down the corridor, as I turned the corner I was aware that he was still watching me, checking that I was going in the right direction.

As I sat on the bus going home I felt much more optimistic. What I’d seen suggested a possible location for the drug laboratory, certainly the teacher’s behavior was very odd. It was my first break in the case, when I got home I phoned Morgan, he’d want to know about this so that he could chase down the history of this guy. He was upbeat.

“It sounds like a solid lead, Sarah, that’s good news. Anything else?”

“Nothing, boss, no.”

“That’s ok. Gale wants to know how you got on with the cheerleader squad, have you had your first session yet?”

I laughed. “Tell her no, it was netball today, nothing too exciting, just sweaty girls in netball skirts running around a pitch.”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I see. I’ll let her know. Good work, keep it up.”

I put the phone down and decided to have a soak in a hot tub. I think unconsciously my mind was guiding me, I’d already taken a shower and didn’t need another, but I poured bubble bath into the water and sank gratefully into the warm, inviting water.

I sat there for five minutes mulling over the incident with Matt Phillips, the chemistry teacher. I had to work hard and force myself to think it but really my mind was going around circles. Always it came back to the same thing. Her smile dominated my thoughts, golden, warm, so personal, even secret, a smile that was for me alone. She was soaping my back, then her hand slipped lower just like it had with Julia but this time she was doing it to me, not to torment me but out of warmth and love. I realized that my hand was between my legs, pushing inside my cunt, but I didn’t care, it was Alexis’s hand and she was feeling my clit, her fingers pushed inside me. My lips longed for her hot kiss, nibbling at me, her tongue exploring my own mouth, touching, probing just as my own tongue was inside her. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped me as my hips came off the floor of the bath and lifted in a spasm of passion, hot arousal that drive everything else before it. Her other hand was stroking my breasts, touching my nipples and I moaned even louder. Alexis, my darling, I want you, all of you, please, fuck me hard, suck me, do everything to me. Her head dropped down and she started to nibble on one of my nipples and then the other. My tits were taken one by one in her mouth, sucked, licked, then she was back over my mouth, hot, passionate, engulfing me. My hand massaged my cunt even faster, it was her hand, smooth, warm, gentle, sensuous. But hot, oh, so hot. I was moaning constantly now, I couldn’t take much more of this wonderful ecstasy, it was taking over my whole existence, then I came, shuddering, gasping, my hand rubbing faster, fingers pushing harder, my hips shuddering with the depth of my climax. I lay still then, the moment had passed.

I wondered should I speak to Morgan and invent some story to get taken off the case. One thing was for sure, if Alexis was involved in any way in the death of Katie Ginsberg I would be totally unable to do anything that would hurt the wonderful girl I had, yes, admit it, Sarah, I’d fallen in love with her. I was twenty two and she was seventeen, I should have known better. And I was heterosexual, I knew I was, there was no doubt about it. It was just a schoolgirl crush on the amazingly beautiful head cheerleader, nothing unusual about that, provided that it started and ended there. But I had a job to do and it was a complication I could do without. The problem of course was that if I did tell him and he pulled me off the case, that would be the end of me seeing Alexis again. I couldn’t stand that, I knew I couldn’t. Even though it was only for a few weeks, I wanted to see more of the fabulous creature who had come to almost completely dominate my waking thoughts.

Chapter Four

In school the next morning I made straight for the cheerleaders who were standing in a group near the lockers. They saw me approach.

“Hi, Sarah, everything good?”

“Yep, fine. Look, I’ve thought it over, I’d like to join you guys.”

They all smiled, Alexis an even warmer smile than usual, just for me.

“That’s great news, Sarah. We’re on the field for the last period today, meet us in the changing rooms. Emily, have we got a dress to fit her?”

Emily Marshall reached into her backpack and found a tape measure. She ran it over me, my bust, hips, waist, height, she spent a little more time on my bust I thought, brushing my nipples as she ran the tape over me.

“Hmm, she’s a bit on the big side but we may have something to fit her. Can’t you lose a bit of weight, Sarah, we like to keep ourselves looking good?”

I felt like punching her, I was fairly slim and pretty, but I held my temper in check and took a deep breath. The other girls were all tiny, there was no other way to describe them. Rapier thin, there was not an ounce of excess fat on them. They looked good too, I had to admit it, better than me. Maybe it wouldn’t do any harm to be more like them, a babe. I’d like that, I thought, it would be nice to be one of the prettiest girls in the school, cheerleading, slim, attractive, sought after.

“I’ll see what I can do, Emily, I’ll try and cut down a bit.”

They all relaxed. “That’s fine then,” Alexis said. “We’ll see you in the changing rooms this afternoon. Why don’t you sit with us for lunch if you’re going to join us?”

“Ok, I’d like that, I’ll see you later.”

I went to my classroom. Spending lunchtimes with the cheerleaders would give me a good way to find out what was really going on in the school. After all, they were the girls that got invited to everything, the babes that people talked to and would tell them things they wouldn’t tell other girls. I realized with a start that I was actually becoming one of them, it was a thrilling thought. I should have dismissed the whole thing as silly, schoolgirl behavior, but I couldn’t help it, I was looking forward to joining Fleming’s female elite. Besides, it was my cover, being a schoolgirl, so why shouldn’t I think like one? I sat next to Julia in classes that morning and tried to befriend her even more. I was only partially successful, she was suspicious and jealous of my growing association with the cheerleaders.

“Damnit, Sarah, you saw what those fuckers did to me in the showers, you know what they’re like.”

“They’re not perfect, I know.”

She snorted as I said that and gave a bitter laugh. “You’re right about that. Why didn’t you help me out?”

“Look, Julia, they’re my friends as much as you are my friend. I was brought up to fight my own battles, sorry.”

She didn’t reply and bent to her books.

At lunchtime I took a small salad and just drank water instead of soda. It wouldn’t hurt to drop a few pounds. I noticed the other cheerleaders ate similar meals, they were weight conscious in the extreme.

Rebecca Waterston took out a book when we’d finished eating and went over a routine that Coach Cooper would be working with this afternoon. It didn’t look too difficult, although there was a back flip at the end that was something I hadn’t done in several years. I finished up the afternoon’s lessons and went down to the changing room. Coach Cooper was waiting with the squad. She handed me a dress and matching panties and told me to change. The dress was tiny, even shorter than my tartan miniskirt, in the school colors of navy blue with blue and white pleats. I was glad of the full panties, without those I’d have felt completely naked rather than only half naked. We went out on the field and started to warm up.

“I’ve changed the routine,” the coach said. “We’re going to try a pyramid today girls, link arms, Alexis you help Sarah and form part of the bottom row, come on, join up and let’s see what we can do.”

She drafted in two of the other girls to help. Four of us got into a line and we held each other’s arms. Then we linked the ends of the line to form a kind of circle, I heard the coach shout. “Hold tight, here come the first two,” and grunted as a girl’s feet landed on my shoulders. We steadied the line and I heard another shout, then the last girl ran forward, jumped and was thrown into air as she did a superb somersault, vaulted up and on top of the pyramid. We swayed a little but managed to hold.

“Yeah, that was good, we’ll do that a few more times,” the coach said.

We practiced the routine three more times and then went into a series of cheers and steps that were more familiar to me. After the practice session we wound up together in the changing room, all seven of us. The other girls were all over me, I’d joined them now and acquitted myself well, I’d even gone on a diet to look prettier on the field.

“Great, Sarah, welcome to the squad,” Rebecca said. “We’re gonna go places now that you’re with us.”

I mumbled a gawky ‘you don’t need me for that’ kind of reply and then Alexis was standing next to me. She was naked.

“You’re a very special kind of girl, Sarah, I’m so glad you came along,” she breathed. Her voice was husky, low, soft. “You coming in the shower now?”

“Yeah, sure.” I stripped off my clothes and went to join her under the warm water streaming down. The other girls were soon with us and all seven of us started helping each other wash.

“Sarah, we’ve got an initiation for new girls, you really need to go through it. Believe me, it’s nothing bad, it’s really nice, you’ll love it. You up for it?” Alexis asked me.

I nodded. If she asked me to walk on broken glass I’d probably have done it for her.

“Ok, girls, grab her,” she said.

Two of the girls held my ankles firmly to the floor, two others took my hands and started arching me over backwards. Alexis held my body while I went further and further backwards until my hands were touching the floor, I was bent like an acrobat, which fortunately I had been at my last school. Heaven knew how many years ago.

“You comfortable?” Alexis asked.

“I’ve been better, but I’m ok,” I replied.

She stood in front of me and started to ease my knees apart until my feet were splayed out. Then she knelt down in the streaming warm water and to my utter astonishment started to lick me. Oh, Jesus, fuck, what is this? Her tongue found my clit and explored, then into my hole, oh God it was nice. She licked all around me, I knew that I was soaking wet with vaginal juices, I’d never been so turned on in my life. Then it stopped and I felt sorry, but another girl took her place and the licking started all over again. Alexis was standing over me, she bent down and kissed me so that I could taste my own vaginal juices, at the same time another girl was licking my tits, nibbling my nipples and stroking my hips. The girl at my vagina stopped and another took her place, Alexis moved away and Emily started kissing me, I could see Alexis holding my wrist so that the girl was free to take over my vagina. They circled around and around, a continuous cycle of gorgeous babes servicing my body, I came again and again, my groaning became screams of agonized joy as the pleasure went on. It must have lasted an hour, by the time they stopped I was exhausted and I lay on the wet floor of the shower, water streaming over me, six adorable girls looking down.

“Now you’re one of us, we’ve all tasted you and we liked what we tasted. Welcome to the squad,” Alexis said.

They helped me to my feet and I wobbled out of the shower room and started to towel off. I was totally lost for words, it was the most epic, powerful sexual experience I had ever known although I hadn’t really known many. But this one was mega. They sensed my awe at what they’d achieved and crowded around in friendly congratulations.

“When you gonna lose that virginity?” Alexis asked me.

The others looked at her surprised. “She’s still a virgin? Christ, that’s terrible.”

“Want us to do something about that?” Alexis asked.

“Like what, find a guy to fuck me?” I laughed.

“Even better. Lisa, you gonna fuck her?”

“Oh yes, I think I can manage that.”

How the hell can a girl do something like that, I wondered? Then I saw Lisa standing before me and I realized how she could.

“Oh, Christ, I don’t know, really,” I protested.

She was wearing a strap on dildo, a huge, flesh colored rubber device standing out proud and hard from her hips. Alexis came and kissed me, stroking me gently.

“Schh, it’s ok, I’ll be with you Sarah. Let us help you.”

She gave me a gentle push and I felt hands catching me as I was lowered to a heap of towels on the changing room floor. They spread my legs and then Lisa was kneeling in front of me, the terrible dildo in front of her. Alexis bent down once again and kissed me and I couldn’t see Lisa, but I felt her touching my labia, exploring , a shock went through me as she stroked my clit, then I felt the dildo pushing in, harder, further, until it stopped. She pushed, a firm hard push and I felt a sharp pain as my hymen was ruptured, Christ, that hurt, I was about to cry out but Alexis’s lips were over mine and then the dildo went all the way and I gasped.

I’d travelled to heaven, or another planet. I heard myself sigh with pleasure as the dildo started fucking me, in and out. My tits were being stroked, my nipples played with, someone was touching my body, no, licking me, I felt the warm moisture. Someone else was kissing me, I’d lost any idea of who was doing what in the ocean of pleasure that engulfed me. I was no longer a virgin, fuck, that was great, at least I knew what it meant to have a hard cock thrusting inside me, even if it wasn’t quite the real thing. I’d read enough Cosmo magazines to know that it was near enough to the real thing and regarded by many women as a better alternative. I came, bucking and writhing, skewered by the beautiful thing that was pumping in and out of me. Lisa stopped and removed it and I lay there, I must have had a smile on my face big enough to light the school. They helped me to my feet.

“Thank you, thank you all of you,” I said. I went around all of them and kissed them gently on the lips. Then we got dressed, it was way past time to go home. Someone banged on the door and Emily went to look. It was Coach Cooper.

“What the fuck, why did you girls lock the door?” she said suspiciously.

Alexis faced up to her. “We had a couple of jocks sniffing around here earlier Coach, it was embarrassing. We were just trying to stop them getting in.”

Coach Cooper nodded, satisfied. “Yep, that was the right thing to do. Perverts, that’s what they are, perverts. Let me know if it happens again.

“We will do,” Alexis said sweetly.

Back in my school uniform I went to my locker and got my coat, buttoned myself into it and went to catch the bus. I knew it would be a while before I started to think straight again, I’d never known anything like what had happened to me this afternoon. Of course I played with myself from time to time, but this was an entirely different ball game. I had to fold my arms to stop my hands wandering as I sat on the bus home and when I got to my apartment I went down into the basement gym and worked out until I was physically exhausted, but it did the trick, when I did finally got to bed I went straight to sleep. The following morning I made sure that I cut my breakfast in half, I didn’t want to look like a pregnant cow in my new cheerleading dress. I literally bounced into school that morning, looking forward to another fantastic day with my new friends, I’d even almost forgotten what I was really supposed to be doing there. There was no-one I knew by the lockers so I put my stuff away and walked towards the classroom. Then I saw the door to the room where the packages had been delivered standing slightly open. I knew I had to check, even though this time I wouldn’t be able to use an excuse, they’d know I was snooping. I slipped in and pushed the door back almost closed. I carefully checked all of the boxes and packages on the floor, two of them had the names of chemicals printed on them and I memorized the words without knowing the meaning. Then I slipped out again. At lunchtime I had my meager half salad with the cheerleaders, feeling so warm and wanted as they chatted away happily without a care in the world. Why should they? They were young, rich, pretty, and slim, they had everything going for them.

After I’d finished my food I made an excuse and left to go out of the school and call Morgan on my cell. I spelt the names on the boxes in the storeroom.

“Yeah, it could be innocent but those are known precursors in the production of Meth Amphetamine. That was the drug that killed Katie Ginsberg. This is the best lead yet, Sarah. It’s looking like this Matt Phillips is running his own little sideline producing Meth, probably coke too. Keep going for now, try and see if anyone else seems to go in and out of that room. We also need to know who associates with Phillips, I could really do with a list of his friends and contacts to run down with Jackson PD.”

I told him I’d do my best, and then I ran back to school, just in time for the afternoon lesson.

Chapter Five

As luck would have it my first lesson was chemistry, with none other than Matt Phillips as the teacher. He looked at me closely as I walked in the classroom but I didn’t think he’d recognized me from when I walked into his storeroom. We went through some boring shit about molecular structures of complex crystals, even Phillips couldn’t bring himself to be enthusiastic. That hadn’t changed since I was last at a high school, most teachers couldn’t give a damn, they just went through the motions. Afterwards, the cheerleaders came and collared me and I was talking to them outside the classroom when Mr. Phillips came up to us.

“Hey, girls, how are you doing?”

They smiled brightly when they saw him, apparently he was a star. Why was that, I wondered?

“Look, I’ve got another party on Saturday, I was thinking about inviting you babes, what do you think? And you, you’re new aren’t you, a cheerleader too?”

“Yep, she’s one of us now,” Alexis said brightly.

“Great, well then, all of you come along on Saturday. I’m inviting some jocks too as well as a few musicians I know, local guys. Maybe some other folks, it’ll be a good gig.”

“That sounds great,” Emily said. “We’ll all be there, Matt.”

“Hey, it’s Mr. Phillips in school,” he grinned.

“Not if you want to fuck me it ain’t,” she said back to him.

He flushed red and looked quickly around and shushed her. “You’ll get me into trouble, Emily, keep it down.”

She laughed as we walked away.

It was a good break. At his party I’d see if he produced any homemade coke or meth, or any other drug for that matter. We went on to our next classroom, I was conducting a balancing act. Trying to keep friends with Julia, who I generally sat next to, keeping in with the cheerleaders, which wasn’t hard because I loved them and everything they did. And I loved looking like them too, I now took extra care with my hair and makeup, I seemed to spend hours every day working on it, but I knew I looked much prettier, I was glowing. My waist would slim down in time as I was eating so little and every time they paid me a compliment, especially Alexis, it all felt worth it. I was in love with her of course, although I wasn’t sure if she was in love with me. I didn’t really care, I’d take what she could offer me. Between it all I had to keep up with my studies and remember that I was a schoolgirl, that meant actually producing some written work when I wasn’t busy doing my nails. Amongst it all I was trying to conduct an undercover investigation into a drugs ring. It was a dizzying mix and one that left me little time for myself, but I didn’t care. As long as I had Alexis, it was all worth it.

The week rushed by and I threw myself into cheerleading, cheerleading and more cheerleading. Walking around the school in my tiny dress, then onto the field, skirt flying as I ran. Showers with the other girls afterwards, a sex fest that left me gasping for more and more. And occasionally trying to fit in some work when I came out of the bathroom after spending endless time touching up my makeup. Julia sensed my joy and was jealous, she knew I’d fallen totally under the spell of the cheerleaders, or at least one of them and she hated it. When I sat down in class in my cheerleading dress she recoiled, as if it was some kind of poisonous juju. Then it was Saturday and I found myself preparing for Matt’s party.

I had a cocktail dress that I’d decided to wear, the bodice was in black taffeta, sleeveless, the skirt in grey taffeta overlaid with layers of grey net. I didn’t need to ask any opinions, I knew I looked gorgeous in it. On Saturday morning I went into the mall and bought new underwear, panties that were so sheer they were like I was not actually wearing them. They came with a matching bra in the same silk but heavier, cut low to show off my tits. Feeling daring, I bought a third item, a waspy, a corset in black satin with bones and suspender straps to go with some stockings I bought as well. I was going through makeup quite heavily so I topped up my supplies, a new bottle of perfume, nail varnish, hair slides, they were beautiful, Gucci designs. Then I took it all home and spent the afternoon preparing.

First a long bath, filled with bubbles and spicy smelling mixtures, I felt like an Egyptian princess laying in the hot water and soaking. All I needed were a couple of dusky handmaidens to rub mysterious biblical oils over my body. It made me think of Alexis, I wondered what she was doing right now. When I’d had enough and my I’d shaved and smoothed my skin I got out and started to dress. I rubbed lotion over my body until it was smooth and felt good. Then my corset, laces fastened, stockings on my smooth, long legs and clipped to the suspenders. I pulled on my panties, great, my vagina showed as a tempting shadow beneath the sheer fabric. I clipped on my bra, if only it was Alexis doing this for me. I stroked my tits as I did it and a shiver went through me. I was ready for my dress and I put it on slowly and sensuously, savoring the feel of crisp, cool silk and taffeta. Finally my shoes, Jimmy Choo with five inch heels and my makeup and hair took me another hour before I thought it was just about ok, then I fastened the Gucci slide, more of an ornament. But when I looked in the mirror I took a breath, I’d never looked this good, never taken the trouble before. I looked stunning, glowing with a beauty that I’d never seen before reflected into a mirror in front of me.

I needed a jacket of some kind, I looked in the closet and found a cropped little Ralph Lauren leather jacket I’d bought last year in a sale and never worn. I tried it on over my dress, yes, it worked beautifully. I looked like, what? Then it struck me, I looked like a seventeen year old cheerleader babe, pretty, slim and confident, dressed like a teenage celebrity for a society party. My image was perfect. I mixed a soft drink and took off my jacket, I had an hour to kill before the cab I’d ordered would pick me up to take me to Matt Phillips’ house. I scanned through a magazine, Cosmopolitan, my regular read. An article caught my attention, ‘are you a lesbian, here’s how to tell’. I smiled to myself, at least that was something I wouldn’t need to worry about, despite my girly crush on Alexis and the romps in the showers. The first thing that hit me was the question ‘when you masturbate, do you think about a man or a woman?’ I skated down the rest of the quiz. The conclusion was obvious. But maybe they hadn’t aimed it at seventeen year old schoolgirls with a crush, that was it, of course it was. Except that I wasn’t seventeen, was I? It was just that my cover required me to play the part of a seventeen year old schoolgirl, so maybe that was ok. I left it totally confused and checked another article about losing weight, I felt a bit more comfortable already, another month or two and I’d be as slim and pretty as the other cheerleaders.

The doorbell buzzed and I put on my cropped jacket and went out to the cab. Matt Phillips’s place was out to the East of Jackson near the country club, an impressive piece of real estate that looked to have cost upwards of a million dollars at today’s prices. I walked up the long drive and rung the doorbell. Matt came to the door, saw me and whistled.

“Wow, Sarah, glad you could make it. You look like a million dollars, I can’t believe it. Come on in.”

I followed him through the house out to the patio at the back. Alexis was there, she smiled and came over and kissed me. There were four guys of about school age and Matt introduced me to them.

“Guys, this gorgeous creature is Sarah, she’s at Fleming, of course. Sarah, meet Patrick Blake, our quarterback, Joseph Gallagher, Andrew Dean and

Toby Owen, they’re all football players. The rest of the cheerleaders you know. Mike and Dave over there,” he waved in the direction of a pair of bearded, long haired guys strumming a guitar. “They’re local recording artists. And where’s Molly?”

Our deputy headmistress walked out from the house. “Just topping up my drink, Matt. Hi, Sarah,” she said in a friendly way.

“Oh, hi, Miss Zelinski.”

“Hey, it’s Molly when we’re away from the school, you’ll make me feel old,” she grinned.

The food was laid out on tables and there were couches ranged around a fabulous swimming pool. In the distance I could make out the forests and hills that ringed the city. Matt saw me looking. “Not a bad view, eh?”

“It’s great, Matt, I, love it.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty keen on it too,” he laughed. “Fix you a drink, a martini ok?”

I looked at him surprised, I was a seventeen year old, as far as he knew.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

He disappeared and brought me out a martini, I stood sipping it. Molly came and stood next to me.

“Sarah, are you friends with that Julia Kelly?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not really, no. I’ve sat next to her a few times in class, but she’s got a thing against the cheerleaders so I’m not too close to her since I joined them.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone’s that close to her. Did you know she’d complained about the cheerleaders?”

I was surprised and I shook my head.

“So you didn’t know. She’s saying that the cheerleaders are engaging in deviant sexual practices, know anything about it?”

I laughed out loud, I didn’t think anyone had called most of what we did deviant for about a hundred years. “No, I don’t know. It’s not really true anyway.”

She nodded. “Of course not, I’ll deal with her in due course. Tell me, how do you find the school?”

As she was speaking she put her arm up and placed it on my upper arm. As she did it she brushed my breast, a few weeks ago I would have dismissed it as accidental, now I knew different, she was coming on to me. I wasn’t overly happy about it, but I had a job to do and I decided to play her along, up to a point. And no further. I told her about my time at school, how I’d enjoyed it, liked the life, made some friends.

“Good, that’s good. Can I get you another drink?”

Do you mean to replace the one I tipped into the plant pot when you weren’t looking?

“Thanks, that would be nice, I don’t know my way around here.”

She went into the house and came back out with another martini. Three more martinis and she had her hand around me, bringing it around to cup my right breast. Alexis came to my rescue.

“Hi, you two. Sarah, can I borrow you for a dance?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

I disengaged from Molly and we danced a slow, smoochy number, our arms around each other, kissing, touching, feeling. It was a prelude to sex and we both knew it.

“You look wonderful tonight, Sarah, terrific. I’m feeling hungry for you.”

“Mm, you’re looking pretty nice too, Alexis. So you want to eat me do you?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I reckon I do.”

“Again?” I said with a grin.

She laughed. “Yep, again. Shall we go?”

She led me through the house and up to a bedroom. When we got through the door we were already ripping off our clothes and throwing them on the floor. We were both naked and we climbed on the bed and Alexis was all over me, touching, feeling, kissing, licking, my crotch, my tits, my lips, it was wonderful, my golden girl and I had her all to myself. She knew the room well, she moved her hand over to a cabinet at the side of the bed and brought out a vibrator, a huge, rubber dildo that buzzed when she switched it on. It was knobbly at the end, I’d used a vibrator of course but this one was different.

“Relax and let me do this to you, darling Sarah, you’ll love it.”

I lay back and waited. It touched the outside of my vagina and I flinched.

“Relax, you’ll be fine,” she said.

Then she started pushing it inside me. Christ it was wonderful too. I started bucking straight away with the persistent vibrations turning my resolution in to mush. She was kissing me passionately and I smelt her musky girl scent of arousal, she was so near to me. She took my hand and put it on the vibrator.

“Close your eyes and manage it yourself for a tick, I’ll be back.”

I did as she said and continued moving the vibrator inside my cunt, moaning with pleasure.

“Hey, love bunny, shift onto your tummy, keep the vibrator going, you can do it if you’re careful. When you’ve turned over, go up on all fours, doggie fashion. Trust me, Sarah.”

I carefully rolled over and knelt into position, the vibrator still clamped firmly in my hand, pushing in and out.

“You ready?” she said.

Ready for what? But I didn’t care, she was my Alexis.

“Yes, of course.”

I felt something hard and firm at my ass. Then astonishingly I felt another dildo being pushed into my ass. No-one, but no-one had ever touched me there, not ever. But I let her. It became obvious she was wearing a strap on, as the dildo went all the way inside me her body came over mine and she was humping me, I was being fucked from both sides at once. Wave after wave of passionate pleasure soared through me, how could anything be this good, no way could it ever get better. Then I felt her touching my nose and mouth, she clamped my mouth with one hand while the other held a substance over my nostrils. As I sucked in air I snorted in whatever she was giving me. It was then that I realized that I’d been wrong, it could get better. I was shooting across a sexual nirvana, I could feel every single cell of my body working individually, screaming with the most exquisite pleasure that anyone could possibly imagine. Almost immediately I climaxed, then again, she kept it going and I followed with my vibrator, again I climaxed, then again, finally she stopped realizing that I’d explode if I took any more.

“You can lie down now and take it out,” I heard her say. I took it out slowly and straight away it felt like I’d lost a friend. I saw her standing up, un-strapping the dildo. She saw me looking. “You ok?” she grinned.

I nodded, I couldn’t speak.

Chapter Six

The following day, the Sunday, I went into the office to talk to Morgan. He wanted to know how things were going and had asked me to come in and talk to him. It was mid-morning and on a Sunday the city streets were quiet. I checked before I went in and saw no-one watching, so I used the elevator and went up to the offices of Strange Services. Gale was behind her desk, which surprised me.

“Working on a Sunday, Gale?”

“I’m just so curious about this job you’re on, tell me how it’s all going after you come out from speaking to Morgan.”

I said I would and went in.

“How are things at Fleming, any progress?” he said. The familiar figure of my boss, the black, no-nonsense guy that it would be fatal to double cross but was a dream to work for. He didn’t forgive fools or sloppy work, but if you pulled your weight he’d do anything for you. I told him about the week at school, then about the party. He looked up. “Anything interesting?”

I nodded and told him about the coke in the bedroom, although I didn’t mention that we were in there for something other than taking drugs. I remembered what I’d seen afterwards, two of the jocks high on meth, Matt Phillips was handing it out to the two musicians too. Several more guys arrived, too old to be at the school and they settled down with drinks while Matt passed them large Jiffy mailing bag sized packets. They didn’t take any drugs, I saw one wad of bills passed to Matt and then they left.

“Did he take any of the drugs that you saw?”

I shook my head. “I think he’s too clever for that, but I’d guess he’s the source alright.”

Then I told him about Molly Zelinski.

“Did she do any drugs?”

Again, I shook my head. “Nope, she didn’t take any, buy any or sell any. But she watched everything for the whole evening. There’s something about her, Morgan, she looks, I don’t know.”

I thought for a moment, and then the word came to me. “Evil.”

He made notes about what I’d told him, and then I left the office to go home. Gale Margolis was waiting for me.

“Come on, Sarah, tell me everything, how’s it all going at the school?”

I grinned, she was like a school kid herself, so curious about what was going down at my high school. I gave her the full story, a bit more than I’d given Morgan, girl to girl I could even tell her the spicy bits.

“So what did this Alexis do to you, you know, how did she, well...”

“Fuck me?”

She went scarlet and nodded her head.

“With a strap on dildo in the ass while I was using the vibrator she’d put inside me.”

“Fuck, no,” she breathed. “What was it like?”

“Like nothing on this earth,” I replied.

She looked thoughtful. I got the impression she was working out who she could co-opt into being her partner for such a kinky sex session. She looked at me but I shook my head. “You make your own fun, Gale, leave me out of it.”

I laughed to take the sting out of my words. I felt bold now that I’d got involved in the kinky sex games of the cheerleaders, so why not, I thought?

“Tell you what, why don’t we have a girl’s night out soon at a gay bar, you can see what you can pick up.”

She goggled at me. “A gay bar? Oh Jesus, I don’t know, if anyone saw me what would they think?”

“That you’re a lesbian, Gale, what else. Well you are, aren’t you? Why not just be open about it?”

She nodded. “I’ll think about it, Sarah, thanks.”

“No sweat. I’ve got to go now.”

“Really? What are you up to today?”

“I’ve got to get on with my homework,” I laughed. “It’s falling behind, I need to catch up.”

I left the building and went straight home. I wasn’t joking, my homework looked dire. I settled in, had a light lunch, after all I had to watch my weight, the cheerleaders would watch me like hawks. I spent all afternoon working, by the time I prepared my evening meal I still hadn’t finished, but it would have to be enough. I needed a long soak in the tub to recharge my batteries before the coming week, I lay in the hot water for nearly an hour, and my mind emptied of everything, letting the stresses of my current assignment ooze out of every pore. Then I toweled off and went to bed, totally exhausted. But by the following morning I felt refreshed, I spent an age doing my hair and makeup. I even tried on three different blouses to make sure that the one I wore to school was crisp and smart. Then I buttoned on my miniskirt, put on my raincoat, picked up my backpack and went off to school.

The big news was that this Friday the school football team was playing an out of state side for some important competition and I would be on the field for the first time as a fully fledged cheerleader. We worked hard, we were given extra time off from our lessons to practice and by Friday I felt confident that I could pull it off. Alexis and I stayed away from any more sexual contact, restricting ourselves to kissing, touching and licking each other’s nipples in the shower. The work was too hard and too demanding to go fucking around, that was one thing about Alexis. She was totally uninhibited about all things sexual but when it came to something important she could put it all in a compartment in her mind and concentrate on the job in hand. Friday came around and after lunch we went to the changing room and I put on my new cheerleading dress. We checked each other’s hair and makeup, made sure our hose were neat and immaculate, our shoes white and sparkling. We were ready. Coach Cooper came into the changing rooms and checked us all out, but there was no fault to find. She stood by the tunnel to the field, then nodded to us. “That’s it, you’re on, good luck.”

I ran out into a packed stadium to the roar of the kids. The teams were waiting to come on and we went straight into our routine, I felt young, happy, excited and sexy. Then the jocks crashed out onto the field to more roars and we redoubled our efforts. It was wonderful, Alexis directed us flawlessly and we performed like troopers, as if we’d been doing it for the last ten years. We performed our pyramid during the interval and then began our more familiar routines during the game. Then it was over and we ran out to loud applause, the only regret I had was that this wasn’t permanent, that I wasn’t here for real. We congratulated ourselves as we showered, we were much too tired for any fun and then I toweled off and left to go home. I walked out through the gate and looked behind me as I heard footsteps.

“Can I give you a lift, Sarah?”

It was Patrick Blake, oh fuck me, the school quarterback. A God, there was no other way to describe it. Handsome, muscular, immaculate clothes and hair, gorgeous.

I told him where I was heading.

“Yeah, that’s ok, I’ll take you.”

He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. As he drove off, he spoke to me. “Sarah, I wanted to chat with you for a moment, would you mind if we stopped somewhere. It’s nothing funny, I promise you.”

I was a bit dubious, but he seemed on the level and I agreed. He stopped the car in a quiet part of town and killed the engine. Then he looked across at me.

“Sarah, you’re a babe, you look great. Have you wondered why I haven’t asked you out for a date?”

“Not really, no, there are better looking girls than me in the school, besides, I assumed you were already dating.”

He thought for a long moment. “I don’t know why, but I feel I can trust you, it’s something that’s driving me mad. Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Only Alexis knows, and I thought you were good friends with her. But no-one else, ok?”

“Sure.”

“Did you know that Alexis is gay, she’s a lesbian?”

“That’s really none of your business, Patrick, nor mine. Maybe I did know, maybe I didn’t, but I wouldn’t share it with anyone.”

He smiled. “So you can keep a secret. It’s ok, Alexis and I are old friends, and we still date sometimes.”

I stared at him. “I thought you said she was gay?”

“Yeah, I did. You see, she comes out with me on dates as a camouflage so that no-one realizes about the gay thing.”

I laughed. “You must be joking, I don’t think she’d give a damn about anyone knowing that she was gay, even if she was, which I’m not saying is true.”

He nodded. “I wasn’t talking about the camouflage being for Alexis’s sake.”

Then it hit me like a falling tree trunk.

“You’re gay, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

Well if this wasn’t a turn up, Captain America and his girl, the quarterback and the head cheerleader and they were both gay. Macho Mississippi.

“It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone, Patrick. As a matter of fact, I admire you for dealing with it and being as honest as you can be. It can’t be easy.”

He shook his head. “If the rest of the guys knew they’d go crazy. Sarah, now that you know, I want to ask you out on a date. You know that I’d expect nothing, girls are not my thing, but we could have some fun, a decent evening together and you wouldn’t have to wrestle a testosterone charged jock afterwards.”

I agreed to go out with him, it was true that it would be nice for a boy to treat his girl as just a friend rather than a piece of tail. We had some time to spare so he drove on and found a decent coffee bar where we could talk some more. After the waitress had brought the coffee I asked him the question that was burning me up with curiosity.

“So who’s your boyfriend, Patrick, come on, I have to know?”

He laughed. “It’s no-one at school, he’s a boy named James, he lives outside Jackson, I can’t say anymore because he’s as terrified as I am about being found out.”

We finished our coffee and went back out to his car.

“Do you fancy something to give the evening a bit of extra zing?” he asked me.

I was thinking about someone else as he spoke. Alexis.

“What? What was that?”

“I’ve got some meth if you fancy a hit. Some coke too, if you’d prefer that, it’ll make doing homework less of a bummer.”

“Yeah, if I can climb down from the ceiling to do it.”

He laughed. “What’s it to be, Sarah, I’ve got plenty in stock, you’ve been great and I’d like to give you something.”

Like the name of the fucker who’s pushing it around the school and killed Katie Ginsberg, that would do me.

“Yeah, a couple of lines of coke would be nice.”

“Ok.”

He rummaged in the glove box and pulled out a Jiffy mailing envelope, the same as the ones I’d seen at Matt Phillips’s party. He gave me a couple of clear envelopes with white powder.

“There you go Sarah, have fun.”

“Thanks, Patrick.” I leaned across and gave him a peck on the cheek. “By the way, who gives you these, I’d like a regular supply myself?”

He looked around the outside of the car. “I guess it’s ok to tell you, you being on the cheerleading squad and Alexis’s best friend. Matt Phillips, the chemistry teacher. We all think he puts them together in the school chem. lab, it’s the perfect cover.”

So, it was Matt Phillips. And who else, I wondered? I thought of the face of Molly Zelinski at the party. It could be her, of course, but I wasn’t going to arouse Patrick’s suspicions by asking.

“It’s ok, Patrick, I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Except the cops and CNN, naturally.

He started the car, put it into gear and started driving me home.

“My dad works for a guy who had a daughter at Fleming,” I continued. “She died, they reckoned it was a drug overdose.”

“Oh, who was that?”

“Katie Ginsberg.”

The car lurched suddenly to one side and then he regained control.

“Sarah, don’t talk about her, ok?”

I managed to put a sound of surprise in my voice. “Why ever not, why shouldn’t I talk about Katie?”

“Take my word for it, that name is bad news around here. Don’t even think about mentioning her at school, I can’t say any more, just forget it, ok?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, makes no odds to me. Christ, I can’t see why you’re getting all upset about it.”

“I’m not upset,” he shouted. “Just shut the fuck up about her.”

I sat in silence, thinking about his reaction. It was one of the most eloquent admissions that Katie had died a suspicious death at the very least and murder seemed very likely. I decided not to push it any more, I was making good progress and I’d gone as far as I could with Patrick. He stopped in the street where I lived and put on the brake. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Patrick, I’m sorry, I really am,” I said to him in my most pleading, girly tone. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I don’t know what I did wrong but I won’t mention it again, ok?”

Then I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a great guy, giving me a lift home and sharing your secret. Friends?”

He smiled across at me and I knew I’d got him. He kissed my own cheek. “Of course we’re friends, Sarah. I knew you’d understand. How about that date next week sometime, maybe we could take in a movie?”

I gave him a warm smile. “I’d love that, Patrick thanks.”

I got out of the car and watched him drive away. Outside I was smiling, inside I raged. Nasty little creep, a girl had died and all he could think to do was hide his secret. What if it had been his sister, or his mom? What then, would he be so keen on covering it all up? I made a note to keep him in the firing line.

Chapter Seven

On Saturday I had an appointment with Morgan to bring him up to date. Gale smiled warmly as I entered reception. “He’s waiting for you, go right in.”

Morgan was wide awake and focussed. “You’ve done well, Sarah, that report you emailed last night seems to clinch it. It looks like Brian Ginsberg was correct, his daughter Katie was murdered.”

I nodded.

“By the way,” he continued. “You’re looking good, school seems to suit you. Have you lost a little weight?”

“Yeah, boss, it’s important to look slim for the cheerleaders, they’ve got high standards.”

It was not just my weight, of course. I spent at least an extra hour every morning grooming and getting myself looking pretty to face the world. I’d taken on the values of the cheerleaders, appearance was king and the looks I got from other kids proved the point.

“It suits you. Ok, what’s next?”

“I need to get into Matt Phillip’s laboratory, that’s the next step. Until I can prove that he’s making the drugs there, or at least storing the raw materials, there’s not a lot we can do. After that, it should all slot into place, the rats will start deserting the sinking ship and we’ll see his people scrambling to leave town.

He was thoughtful for a few moments. “That’s going to be risky, Sarah. If they catch you snooping around a drugs lab, you know what they’ll do?”

I nodded. “I know, don’t worry, Morgan, I’ll be careful.”

“Yeah, I know you will, but sometimes shit happens. I’m worried about you.”

I smiled. “I’ll be fine. I’ll keep you up to date by email and check in next week. Bye, Morgan.”

He smiled. “Watch your back, Walsh.”

I left the office and shut the door. Gale ambushed me, as I knew she would.

“Come on, Sarah, tell me everything.”

I rummaged in my purse and pulled out a photo I’d begged from Julia, who took lots of pictures at the game. “You can take it, I don’t want a photo of the cheerleaders, Sarah,” she’d said. “Fucking dykes. Present company excepted, of course.”

I gave the photo to Gale, I was prominent in the middle of the image, next to Alexis. Gale locked onto her straight away.

“Christ, she’s gorgeous, Sarah. Is it her?”

“Leave it out, Gale.”

She looked at me knowingly. “When are we gonna go to that bar, then?”

I thought for a moment, in truth I was up to my neck with work. “We’ll go next week, next Saturday night.”

“That’s great, thanks. Christ, me being taken to a gay bar by a lipstick lesbian.”

“What? What was that?”

She reddened. “Nothing, I didn’t mean anything.”

“Gale, what’s a lipstick lesbian?”

“Oh, that’s one that’s really pretty, well made up, nice hair and grooming. A babe.”

“So you’re saying that’s me?” I was aghast, how the hell had she arrived at that conclusion. Wishful thinking, probably.

“No, I didn’t mean that. Sorry.”

“Ok, for your information, I’m not a lesbian, I much prefer guys.”

She nodded. “Of course you do.”

I went home and spent the weekend going over my schoolwork, shopping for makeup and some new underwear, I wanted everything to look good. Then I gave serious thought to getting into Matt’s lab. There was nothing else for it, no excuse under the sun would help me this time, I had to get in, take some photos and get out without being caught. On Monday morning I got myself ready for school. Morgan had been right, I did look much slimmer and prettier. My makeup was perfect, I’d worked hard to get it just right and my hair was glossy and beautiful. I really was a babe, for the first time in my life I felt beautiful and desirable, up there with the best of them. I put on a jacket, grabbed my backpack and went to school.

Julia was chatting to some friends by the lockers, they drifted away and I went and said hi. She was pleased that I’d noticed her.

“I thought that being a cheerleader meant that you wouldn’t have time for ordinary girls like me, Sarah. Babes usually stick together.”

I laughed. “Come on, I’m not a babe, I just enjoy cheerleading.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. You coming to class?”

We walked on together and sat through another interminable lesson from Grant Newman, who I doubted knew the difference between good American literature and a horse’s ass. We sat together in the cafeteria during break and went into the next lesson together too. I needed some space from the cheerleaders for what I had to do and they were too friendly with Matt Phillips, I didn’t want them telling any tales. Julia was really surprised when I stayed with her for lunch, I grabbed a tiny salad, wolfed it down with spring water and got up to go.

“I need to make a couple of calls, I’ll look you up when I get back, I shouldn’t be long.”

She smiled and nodded and I got up and left the cafeteria. The corridors were empty, everyone was eating lunch and I got to the chemistry lab without seeing anyone.

I waited for a few seconds to see if anyone was following me, but it was all quiet. The room was locked of course but I had an electronic lockpick in my purse that Morgan had given me and shown me how to use. A quiet buzz and the lock clicked open, I went in and shut the door. I took pictures of the room together with close ups of the cartons that were stacked against the far wall. The inner door to the lab was also locked and I took out the electronic pick and opened the manual override. Inside, it was a typical school science lab, benches and glass tubes, pipes, equipment that I couldn’t identify. I took photos of everything. In a far corner I found a small array of pipes and tubes, there was a residue of white powder on the bench next to them and when I put my finger in and tasted it, there was no doubt. Coke.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Sarah?”

I whirled around. Molly Zelinski, wearing a triumphant smile. “I thought there was something funny about you, dear. You were just too good to be true. Who do you work for?”

I shook my head. “No, you’ve got it wrong. My cousin is a teaching student, he wanted to know what the layout of the lab looked like, so I said I’d take some pictures for him.”

“Really. So you picked the lock of two separate doors just so that you could take some pictures?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Matt Phillips appeared in the doorway. “We’ll have to take her somewhere Molly, what do you suggest?”

“Take her down to the boiler room, Matt. There’s a room down there where no-one goes, we can lock her in there until we decide what to do.”

“Hey, you can’t just kidnap me for Christ’s sake, the cops will be all over you, the FBI, too.”

They ignored me and I was grabbed from behind by Phillips, then a pungent smelling cloth was pressed over my mouth and I felt my knees wobbling, then everything went dark.

I woke up in a room that was very dim. The only light came from a small, thick, armored glass window set high in the wall. My arms and legs were bound, the door looked solid. I’d have screamed for help, but they’d fastened a piece of cloth over my mouth as a gag. I lay there thinking about what they would do to me, it was certain that it wouldn’t be anything good. Would they kill me? Yes, probably, they knew that the second I left I’d report them to the cops. I needed to escape, that was the bottom line, the only solution. I felt my bonds, they seemed to be solid, thin, strong rope. So I needed something to cut them. I looked around the floor, there was nothing immediately obvious that would do the trick so I started moving awkwardly across the room, hunting for anything that might help. Irrelevantly I worried about ruining my pantyhose as I slid across the floor, then smiled to myself, what a stupid thought. If I ever got out of here alive, that would be all that mattered. Fuck the pantyhose. Then I heard the mutter of voices from the other side of the door. I lay there waiting for them to come into the basement room, but the door remained closed.

After a few minutes, I heard the sound of low moans, a giggle, then a scream. The murmur of low voices. Christ, they were screwing out there, but who was it? It could only be a couple of the kids. I squirmed over to the door and started kicking it, the moans kept going, then there was a high pitched scream, well at least someone was enjoying themselves. The sounds died away. It was my only chance. I brought up my legs and kicked the door with my bound feet, again and again. Nothing. Surely they’d heard. I kept going, a rhythmic banging that should have been unmistakable. At last I heard someone shout.

“Is someone in there?”

I banged again with my feet and tried to shout but there was only a gurgle. I kept banging, then mercifully the door opened. It was Andrew Dean, the football player. Behind him stood my cheerleading companion, Lyndsey Milner.

“Fuck, is that Sarah?”

I nodded my head and gurgled.

“Help her out, Andrew,” Lyndsey shouted. She ran towards me and untied my gag. “What the hell happened to you?”

As she was speaking, Andrew was untying the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I told them about Matt Phillips and Molly Zelinski.

“Jesus Christ, are you sure?”

“Yep, there’s no doubt, they’re running a drugs ring here in the school, processing the materials in the chemistry lab, it’s the perfect cover. If you hadn’t turned up they would have killed me.”

They were skeptical. “Oh, I don’t know, Sarah, that’s a bit of a stretch, they may cook up a bit of meth but murder? I don’t believe it.”

“What about Katie Ginsberg? They killed her.”

“Katie? She died from a drug overdose,” Lyndsey said.

I told her about Katie’s father and his search for the truth about his daughter’s death, about her suspecting Matt Phillips shortly before she was killed. They weren’t convinced.

“Nope, I don’t believe it, sorry,” Lyndsey said. “They wouldn’t do anything like that. Let’s get you out of here, you need to get yourself cleaned up. How about a coffee in the cafeteria and we can talk about it?”

I smiled. “Yeah, that would be great.”

I kept a wary eye open for Phillips and Zelinski, but they were nowhere to be seen. I sat with Lyndsey and Andrew went and bought the coffees. I told them more of what I’d found out, but they were shaking their heads. I saw them glancing at each other.

“What is it with you two, what aren’t you telling me about Zelinski and Phillips?”

The glanced at each other again. Andrew shrugged. “You may as well tell her, Lyndsey.”

“Matt took some photos of me when I was at one of his parties,” she said.

“What kind of pictures, are they embarrassing?”

She flushed red. “Yeah, just a bit. Let’s say I was engaged in oral sex at the time.”

“Oh, I see. With Andrew?”

She looked down at the ground. “Yeah, Andrew. And about half a dozen others.”

“Right. And neither you nor the other boys want them made public? I can understand that.”

“It wasn’t just boys.”

Now it was clear. A girl sucking dick was one thing, she’d look pretty cheap if the pictures ever got out. Everyone’s fear these days was of that kind of smut being circulated on the internet. And if the pictures were of Lyndsey sucking off boys and girls, shit, she’d be ruined. Her folks would put her in rehab, or a convent.

I asked them to come with me while I went out of school, I was still worried about Phillips and Zelinski grabbing me again. I’d considered going to the headmaster, Seth Grayden. He was a hard, tough but fair minded man, someone who would listen. But listen to what? They would have moved the raw materials and equipment out as soon as they’d finished locking me in the basement, they weren’t total fools. It would be my word against theirs, and it was clear that neither Andrew nor Lyndsey would back me up. As we walked out, Lyndsey asked me if I was a cop.

“No, I’m not, I’m just someone who was asked by Katie’s dad to try and find out who killed his daughter. Don’t say anything to the other cheerleaders, Lyndsey, or to anyone else. I’ll sort it out myself, but let them think that everything is just as normal.”

“Sure, I can do that. What about Matt and Miss Zelinski?”

“Stalemate, I’m afraid. They know that I know and they know I can’t prove it, so I’ll have to keep looking and watch my back.”

“So you’re coming into school tomorrow?”

“You’re damn right I am.”

When I got home I phoned Morgan to bring him up to date.

“Sarah, you’d better pull out, those bastards could have killed you.”

“No, I’m ok, they won’t touch me again now that it’s all out in the open, but I don’t know how I can get the evidence you need. I took pictures on my cellphone but they took it off me, it’s long gone.”

“We’ll need to do this the old fashioned way then,” he said.

“What’s that, Morgan?”

“We’ll get them to admit it.”

I pressed him for more on how he was going to achieve that, it didn’t seem possible, but he wouldn’t say anymore. “It’s giving away my trade secrets. I’ll get a new cellphone sent over tonight, I’ve got a courier who’ll deliver it for me. You’ll find some other goodies in the package, check them all out and make sure you use them. Take care now, Sarah, you’re doing great, I don’t want to lose you. I’d prefer you never went near the place again, but if you insist at least I’ll do my best to cover you.”

We hung up. I couldn’t of course tell him the real reason for not wanting to give up on the school. Of course it was professional pride that dictated that I finish the job and get the bastards who killed Katie Ginsberg. But feminine emotion was dictating that I had to see Alexis again, my body craved for her touch, the smell of her, that lovely, warm smile that was for me alone.

Chapter Eight

I went back to Fleming the following day. Lyndsey had kept her promise and said nothing and I was able to carry on as if nothing had happened. Zelinski and Phillips looked at me strangely when they saw me, they were obviously surprised that the cops hadn’t come busting in when they found I had escaped but there was little they could do about it now. After our cheerleading practice we went back into the showers and had almost the most electrifying sex session imaginable. Ok, not quite as glorious as the double ender at the party when the hefty dose of coke sent me spinning into orbit, but it was pretty amazing. The seven of us formed a circle and alternately lay down, knelt down or stood up so that every one of us had a tasty part of the other to enjoy. Lisa had the strap on rammed into my ass, my tongue was exploring Alexis’s cunt. She tasted good too, musky, spicy, the taste of sex. Pretty soon I felt myself heading to a climax as the dildo rammed in and out of me, the taste in my mouth driving me insane with the delicious taste and scent of my lover. Then I did come, I was the first and the others followed and the shower room echoed to the sound of female orgasms as we held onto each other, hot and excited, sated by the sex.

Schooldays rushed past, classrooms, gossiping in the cafeteria, hockey and cheerleading on the field. Fucking in the showers and trying to convince myself that I wasn’t really a lesbian, although I was beginning to doubt it. My desire to make out with a boy was waning and my feelings for Alexis were strengthening every day. I worked hard to get Julia on my side, I was convinced that her hatred of the cheerleaders would be useful so I sat next to her in class as much as possible and sometimes ate with her in the cafeteria. I thought about leveling with her, it couldn’t do any harm. At least I could give her an indication of what I was looking for, although not that I was a private dick, five years older than her.

“Jesus, Sarah, you don’t say. You’re looking at the death of Katie Ginsberg?”

“Yep, I am. I had to move schools anyway and when her dad found out I was coming here he asked me look around and see what I could find out.”

I spent some time outlining what I was looking for.

“Julia, this is all highly confidential, can I rely on you to keep quiet about it?”

She nodded. “Of course you can, I’d like to help you if I could, is there anything I can do?

I asked her to keep her eyes open for anything drug related in the school, especially if it led back to Phillips or Zelinski. When I’d finished explaining I felt as if a load was off my mind, I had an ally that was not part of the Matt Phillips party group. Much as I loved Alexis and was close to the other cheerleaders, I couldn’t rely on them to do anything that would threaten their parties with the virtually unlimited supply of drugs. Even as I thought it, I was reminded of Alexis fucking me while I held the vibrator in my cunt, then put coke under my nose and took me out beyond the stars.

“Are you ok, Sarah, you looked as if something was bothering you?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Bloody hell, was I that obvious?

On Saturday I fixed up to take Gale to the gay bar. I’d never been to one before myself, but I did have, yeah, admit it, Sarah, some experience of lesbian sex. The cab picked me up and dropped me off outside the building, called Hom. Gale was waiting for me dressed in a decent floral dress, she looked fine but it was not something I would have worn to an exotic place like this. She took one look at me and her jaw dropped.

“Sarah? Christ, that’s a different look.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I thought it might turn a few heads.”

I’d bought myself a leather hobble skirt in glossy black that tapered down to my knees. Fishnet stockings, high heeled boots and a sheer silk blouse that was virtually see through. And there was plenty to see, I’d deliberately left my bra off and the shape of my nipples stood out prominently and clearly under the blouse. A studded collar was fastened around my neck and I’d made my makeup especially garish, dark red lipstick, hair plastered flat on my head with gel and eyes ringed with thick mascara so that they looked twice their normal size. I was wearing my cropped leather jacket over the blouse and carrying a tiny, Gucci purse in black patent leather.

We went into the club, found a table and ordered drinks. Gale was looking around with an expression of awe on her face, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Men with men, women with women, laughing, chatting, drinking, kissing, groping, dancing, I had to admit it was bizarre.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” she asked me with an excited look.

I shook my head, but of course it wasn’t quite true. I’d experienced something rather more erotic than anything in this room under the school showers on several occasions, but some things were best kept quiet. Almost straight away a girl hit on me, asking me to dance and I told her I was with Gale.

“Sarah, there’s no need, I’m much older than you. You look hot, you’re going to get lots of people asking you to dance so go ahead, I’ll be fine.”

I said ok, but before I could say anything further another girl came and asked me to dance. As I was getting up she was undressing me with her eyes, it was quite an experience. She held me tight to her on the dance floor and as the music went on, caressed me all over, my tits, my neck and dropping her hands down to my crotch, I guess she could feel my hot arousal even through the leather of my skirt. She told me her name was Gina and she wanted to fuck me, what did I think?

“Thanks Gina, I’m touched. Literally,” I grinned. “But not right now, I need to get back to my friend. Maybe next time.”

She nodded and I went back to Gale, who was still awestruck by the girl almost undressing me on the dance floor.

“What did she want?” she asked. “I saw her talking to you.”

“She wanted to fuck me, Gale. I said maybe later.”

She opened her mouth wide. “Oh, my God, really?”

“Sure, why not. What did you think this place was, a convent?”

She smiled. “I guess not. I think of you these days in that ditzy little uniform, the tartan miniskirt and the cheerleading dress and it doesn’t fit with the way you look tonight.”

There was a roll of drums that interrupted her and we looked at the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, for educational purposes only, a lesson in the gentle art of massage.”

We looked up, Gale was slightly disappointed. “That doesn’t sound very erotic.”

I laughed. “Wait for it.”

A girl came on the stage carrying a huge dildo shaped vibrator. She was licking it and then she sucked it, paying homage to its fascinating eroticism. The room was still. She held it up and looked at the audience, licking her lips and smiling, a secret, knowing smile. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her short skirt. Gale gasped, the girl on the stage she wasn’t wearing any panties of course, as I’d expected. She held the hem of her skirt up in one hand and with the other brought the vibrator down and pointed at her vagina. Then she pushed it in, slowly, exaggerating every step, twisting it to push it in more easily, then finally its vast length had all but disappeared inside her. I looked down, Gale was gripping my arm in unconscious fascination with what she was doing.

Then she started to fuck herself, slowly at first, pushing the dildo in and out of her cunt. The microphone was switched on and we could hear her breathing clearly, then a small moan as the device touched something sensitive. She started to fuck herself faster, there was an urgency now, she was moaning, panting, we could hear every sound over the speakers. I looked down, Gale had her other hand under the hem of her own dress and was moving it rhythmically, she couldn’t help herself. Faster and faster went the girl, faster and faster went Gale, they were both moaning with ecstasy overcome by the power of their masturbation, the groaning became louder, then a shriek echoed around the bar and the woman writhed and moaned with the power of her climax, beside me Gale had come too, her moans and wails almost in synchronization with the ones coming from the stage. Both women’s eyes were closed tightly as they savored the release of sexual tension, then they flicked open. There was a roar of applause and the woman went off stage. Gale realized only then what she’d done and flushed scarlet. “Oh my God, Sarah, I can’t believe it. Oh Christ, in public.”

I smiled to try and make her feel at ease. “You and a few more, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, but, oh dear. Have you ever done anything like that?”

“Me? Yep, sure. It’s better with one in the ass at the same time, though.”

Her eyes widened again. “No, surely you haven’t? Oh, dear.”

“Gale, you need a girl friend, someone to show you how the world works.”

“But, I don’t know, what if...”

“What if nothing. If a girl asks you to dance, go with it and see how things develop. You never know, you could meet someone nice.”

Within minutes I was dancing again, when I came back to the table Gale had gone and I could see she was up dancing with a tasty looking girl of about her own age, around thirty. They seemed to be all over each other too, good. Then Alexis came into the club with Patrick. They saw me at once and came over, we hugged and kissed. Alexis and I held hands, I was with my lover.

“Sarah, what are you doing in here?” she said.

I told her about Gale and me bringing her here so that she could explore the lesbian scene.

“You look great,” she said. “Totally gorgeous, are you going totally dyke then?”

“Not yet, Alexis, but maybe I could be persuaded, I don’t know.”

She gave me a soft kiss that sent shivers down me. “Anything I can do to help you along the way, you let me know.”

I looked her in the eyes. “You’ve already done a lot, Alexis.”

“Anything you didn’t like?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

We danced and I was in heaven. Sometime later, Gale told me that she and her new friend, Jeanne, were leaving to go home.

“I’m pleased, you have a good time.”

“You too, Sarah. She’s gorgeous,” she said, referring to Alexis.

“I know, she is lovely but don’t get any ideas, it’s a schoolgirl crush, nothing more.”

“That’s how I started out,” Jeanne said. “I still haven’t got over it.”

We danced for the rest of the evening. I was terribly conscious that the job was coming to a climax and when it ended, that would be the end of things with Alexis when she found out I was really twenty two. I was tempted to tell her, but I knew instinctively that it would throw the switch that turned off our relationship.

Patrick joined us later with his boyfriend, James.

“We thought it would look better if there were two guys and two girls together, at least we could explain it away,” he said with a laugh.

Alexis gave him a surprised glance. “In here? How the fuck would you explain this place away?”

We looked around the bar, it had filled up quite a bit more. Guys dancing with guys, girls with girls, exotic clothes, leather, rubber, PVC, cross dressers, pretty girls with size eleven shoes, tough looking guys with size four shoes. Bikers with studs and chains, lipstick lesbians with exquisite cocktail dresses and makeup that was crafted to perfection. We all laughed like crazy, nope, explaining anything away here was a lost cause.

When we came out of the bar I suggested that Alexis come to my apartment.

“Mom and Dad are away this weekend so I’ve got it to myself.”

“That’d be great,” she said.

I’d prepared for this in case I met up with her and could invite her home. I’d cleared away my single girl junk and managed to make it look a bit more Momsy and domesticated. As soon as we were through the door we fell on each other with a deep hunger. We ripped off each others’ clothes, just like at the party and greedily stroked and licked the other’s body. We went into my bedroom, I had a selection of toys ready and we chose a double dildo so that Alexis could fuck me and herself at the same time. She pushed it into her cunt and moved towards me, I took the other end and guided it into myself. Then she started screwing me, we were both totally lost in each other, sighing with pleasure at the nearness of each other, the intimacy. I smelt her musk, the spicy, rich girl scent of her and it drove me crazy. Her eyes flicked open as I rammed the dildo deeper inside me which made it go deeper inside her.

“Steady on, cowboy, you’re really hot tonight.”

I didn’t answer, just sucked at her lips, her tongue, then felt her breasts and lowered my head to chew softly on her nipples. She groaned and arched her back and I felt her push harder against me, her hands holding my hips tightly desperately trying to reach further and further inside. We were screaming, perspiration pouring off us, the young girl scent of sex was overpowering, we were dizzy, transported and yes, we came, both of us, gasping and screaming to an incredible climax. We clutched each other and squirmed, holding each other’s bodies as we strung out the peak until the last possible moment. Then we relaxed. I leaned forward and kissed her.

“Alexis, my darling, that was awesome.”

She opened her eyes and smiled. “I’m not letting you go just yet, tiger. Stay with it, that was just the warm up.

Chapter Nine

Alexis stayed all night and we made love twice more. In the morning she dressed and we had breakfast, then she got a cab home. Our parting kiss and caress was very long, the cab driver started to blip the gas to remind her that he was waiting. I spent Sunday clearing my apartment and catching up with my homework, it was time to think of my next move. I had a new cellphone that Morgan had sent around together with a range of electronic gizmos that he assured me would protect me if I got into trouble. On Monday I put on my school uniform, something of a change from the outrageous outfit I’d worn to the gay bar. I adjusted my miniskirt, buttoned my blouse and double checked my hair and makeup, I’d fastened ribbons in my hair this morning to pretty it all up a little. It was time to go and finish with these bastards once and for all. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I looked like one of those dinky little Japanese schoolgirls in the Manga stories that go out and slaughter the bad guys. Exactly, Sarah-San. I put on my raincoat, picked up my backpack and left for school.

I met up with Julia and we went into class together.

“Have you seen anything useful, anything that might lead to the people who killed Katie?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “Sorry, I’ve been looking around, but nothing yet. I did have one possibility, I don’t want to say anything now in case it goes nowhere, but I’ll let you know later if it looks any good. It could be a large stash of drugs or it could be innocent janitor’s supplies, so I need to check.”

The teacher arrived and we started on the daily grind of generally below-par lessons, punctuated by schoolgirl gossip. Afterwards we went into the cafeteria where Alexis and the other cheerleaders were drinking mineral water.

“You’re not with us today?” Alexis asked. They were all wearing their ditzy cheerleading dresses.

I nodded. “Yep, I’ll be along this afternoon, my dress is in my locker, I’ve got a few things to do first.”

She gave Julia a sour look. “Julia, you ok?”

She nodded, gave a frosty glance and moved away from the girls.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Alexis, I’m sorting out some work with Julia.”

“Yeah, knock yourself out.”

I grinned. “Knock her out too?” She laughed.

I rejoined Julia and went on to our next class, we got there early so that I could help her catch up with some of her work.

“Give me a minute, I need to get something,” she said as she got up.

I nodded and went back over my own work. She seemed to be taking a long time and I began to get anxious, hoping that she hadn’t put her head somewhere it wasn’t wanted. Like a drugs lab. Then she reappeared, she looked excited.

“I’ve got it, Sarah, a stash of chemicals just where I thought I’d seen them before. There’s an account book there too and some documents. Do you want to take a look? I’m worried it may not be there if they realize it’s not too well hidden and move it somewhere else.”

“Damn right I do.” Christ, an account book, it could be enough to put names to what was going on here and call in the cops to start making arrests. We wound our way through the school to a part I hadn’t seen before.

“This is the rear of the science block, we’re nearly there,” she said. She opened a door and went quietly down a long flight of steps. There was another door leading into a basement and she opened it.

“This is where I saw it,” she said. “Come on, take a look.”

As soon as I walked through the door it banged shut and I realized that I’d been hoodwinked. My arms were held in a strong grip and the light went on, I was staring at the face of Molly Zelinski.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the little lesbian girl guide. Can’t leave anything alone, can you, girlie?”

I was pushed to the floor and Matt Phillips stepped out in front of me. “You little fucker, who the hell are you, who sent you here?”

He kicked me hard and I felt one of my ribs crack.

“No-one sent me, I’m a pupil at this school, what have you done with Julia?”

I wondered if they’d captured her too. Then a black girl’s face appeared from the back of the basement. “You don’t need to worry about me, darlin’, I reckon you’ve got all the problems you can handle yourself.”

“Fuck you Julia. So you were part of it all along?”

“A girl’s got to make a few dollars somehow, sweetie. Drugs are too good to ignore. I’m putting a few dollars aside for when I leave school, maybe I’ll buy myself a little something. Like a ranch,” she exploded with giggles.

“You’re wasting your time, Sarah,” Phillips said. “We know you’re here to fuck with us, the only thing we don’t know yet is who you work for. You will tell us sooner or later, the only question is do you want the easy way or the hard way?”

I burned with anger at these scum taking money for supposedly looking after and educating kids and all the time they were screwing them, getting them hooked on drugs and in the case of Katie, murdering them if they got too close.

“How about the way that gets you to the electric chair, shitface? That’ll do for me.”

He kicked me in the ribs again and I screamed, Christ it hurt. But it only made him laugh.

“Help me get her up, Molly and we’ll take her over to the table and tie her down. She’s in for a shock, I would guess.”

Zelinski took one of my arms and they dragged me over to an old physio’s table. I was too sore to escape but Phillips punched me in the face to make sure I didn’t make too much trouble. They wrenched my arms over my head and I felt Zelinski fumbling with my panties.

“Hey, leave those along you bitch.”

She laughed again. “Don’t worry, Sarah, you won’t be needing these, we’ve got something else to keep you warm.”

She fastened my legs to a pair of stirrups that were built into the bench, and then adjusted them upwards so that my feet were stuck up in the air like for a gynecological exam. With a start I realized my cunt was on view to all of them if they stood in front of my legs. Which they did, all three of them and inspected me closely. Fucking perverts. But I was afraid, very afraid.

“For the last time, Sarah, who sent you?” Phillips asked.

“Fuck off, you sick minded piece of shit,” I spat out at him.

He just laughed and went to a closet set into the wall. He pulled a metal case out and brought it over to me. Then he pulled a huge, metal dildo out of it with a cable attached to the end. He took a tube of gel and rubbed it over the metal dildo.

“It’s conducting gel, Sarah. I figure that if you’re going to get information out of someone you need to do it right.”

He gave me a sickly grin. Then he stepped forward and I felt the ghastly device being pushed all the way into my cunt, it was horrible.

“The cable is connected to this control box, you see. It’s a rechargeable device, you can take it anyway so it’s ideal for using in the field. Don’t worry that the battery is flat, I keep it fully charged. When I switch it on, current starts to flow to your cunt. Like this.”

He flicked a switch and a bolt of lightning shot through me, an agonizing pain that made me feel as if I’d been hit with hammers.

“Then I adjust the voltage and when I throw the switch, the current increases and so does the pain, let me show you.”

He fiddled with the device and threw the switch, my whole body erupted in utter agony, a pain like nothing else I’d ever known shot through my crotch and my whole body, for a moment I nearly blacked out.

When I recovered, he was speaking again. “Now, who are you working for? I need names and I need to know how much you’ve told them.”

Oh fuck, Morgan, I don’t know if I can stand it. I knew if I told them they would send a hit man into his offices and quite likely kill him and Gale, as well as any other of the field operatives that were there at the time. But I couldn’t take much more of the pain it was like nothing on this planet, a seeping, insidious agony that tore through your very soul. My body leapt off the bench again as he threw the switch and a blackness came over my brain once more. I don’t know how long I was out that time but when I came to my crotch was burning with agony, like it was on fire.

“We’ll leave you to think about it for a while and when we come back you’ll either tell us or I’ll turn it up full. What a way to go, eh, a high voltage fuck. You’d better make up your mind.”

He went away and left me with my legs hooked up on the stirrups. The dildo was still in my cunt and I shivered at its touch on the inside of my vagina. It hurt bad, real bad, I had smelt burning flesh on the last jolt and I knew that I had sustained a serious injury down there, if I ever got out of here it would take a long time to heal. I didn’t know what the hell to do for the best. If I told them everything, he’d still kill me, probably brutally out of pure spite and malice. As well as that I had hopes that Morgan would get to me in time, I hadn’t lost all hope. Then the agony ripped through my crotch even worse, the pain washing over me again and I blacked out. When I came to they were back, Phillips, Zelinski and Julia, who was smiling at my misery. Matt Phillips stood over me, I could see his eyes clearly, they were staring, mad, the eyes of someone who had completely lost all humanity.

“Sarah, this is your last chance, are you going to tell us or not?”

No, shithead, my last chance was to string this out as long as possible in the hopes that Morgan would turn up with the cavalry.

“What’s in it for me, why should I tell you anything?”

“Ah, you’re thinking about helping us are you? Well, we won’t kill you if you’re honest with us, how’s that for starters?”

“No dice, I know there’s no way you’ll let me live.”

“Perceptive of you, Sarah,” Zelinski said, walking over to us. “Of course we can’t let you live, we’re not completely insane, you know.”

Not fucking much you’re not, you loopy cow.

“So why would I bother to help then?”

“We could give you a painless death, we’ll guarantee that for you, no more suffering, no more pain,” Phillips said. “The alternative is more of that.” He touched the probe inserted into me and I shivered.

“How can I trust you, how do I know that when I tell you I won’t be shocked to death?”

“You’ll have to trust us, won’t you?” Zelinski said.

“You must be fucking crazy if you think I’d trust you, you mad cow,” I sneered at her.

She stepped forward with a snarl on her face, her hand raised to hit me. Phillips stopped her. “Leave it out, Molly. Ok, here’s the deal. We’ll release you from the bench to show you that we mean business. Then you tell us what we need to know, after that I guarantee there’ll be no more torture. It’s that or I switch the machine back on.”

I trembled as he said that, thinking of the voltage burning inside me,shattering me internally, I knew that I was beyond the limits of what I could take, what kep me going was willpower and a determination not to give in to these scum. If they carried on, I’d become a destroyed vegetable, unable to think or function as a human being. All they’d have to kill would be a lump of tissue and blood. Sarah Walsh would have ceased to exist.

“Give me a minute to think about it.”

“You’d better make it quick, Sarah, I’m running out of patience,” Phillips said.

“For fuck’s sake, give it to her Matt, she’s playing with us.”

He looked at me suspiciously.

“I’m not,” I screamed. “Please, I’m not, just give me a minute.”

“I think you need something to help you decide.”

He turned the switch and my body erupted, I smelt the burning flesh odor again, I could also smell excrement and I realized I’d shit myself.

“Ugh, that’s gross,” Julia said from where she’d been standing looking at the probe in my cunt. “She’s shit herself, that’s disgusting.”

“Shut up,” snapped Zelinski. “I daresay you’d do worse if you were strapped there with electricity running through your vagina.”

Julia glared at her and went silent.

“Time’s up, Sarah. What’s it going to be?”

But I already knew. There was no way they were going to let me live, they would probably ignore their promises and torture me to death anyway even if I did tell them and put Morgan in danger.

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you,” I said in a whisper.

“What?” they both asked me. “Sarah, what did you say?” Zelinski said.

I whispered again, as if my throat had been burned and not my cunt. They came nearer and nearer, I whispered again and they put their heads close to mine.

“Tell us Sarah, spare yourself the pain.”

That’s when I turned my head to first one side and then the other, spitting in their faces.

“Fuck you, you pair of assholes. You’ll fry for this, believe me. If you think you’re making me suffer, you wait for the needle, think of when the drugs go into your arm and you start to die.”

They stood astonished and open mouthed, my spit running down their faces. Then Zelinski rushed to the metal control box. “You bitch, I’ll fry you to hell for that.” Her hand reached for the switch and I closed my eyes and prepared to die. It was exactly then that the door burst open and men poured through it. “Police, throw down any weapons and put up your hands where we can see them. You’re all under arrest for possession and supply of drugs, murder and,” the voice stopped as the officer looked at my body in amazement. “And torture. Fuck me, you sick bastards. Move a muscle, you sons of bitches and you’re toast.”

I heard the welcome voice of Morgan Strange and then a policewoman was removing the probe, untying me and covering me with a blanket.

Chapter Ten

I got back to the offices of Morgan Strange after spending two weeks recovering in hospital. I had visitors, lots of visitors. Morgan came as often as he could, so did Gale. My mom and dad travelled to see me and tried to persuade me to find a safer job and I said I’d think about it, just to shut them up. Matt Phillips and Molly Zelinski were charged with a range of offences, from drug trafficking to murder, attempted murder and kidnap amongst others. The bug that Morgan had given me and I’d sewn into my bra had done the trick and they’d incriminated themselves when they thought they were talking to me alone and not half of the Jackson PD. The bug had a locator built in which had enabled them to find me. Julia Kelly was charged with aiding and abetting and was facing a lengthy term in Juvie. During that first week it seemed that everybody I knew came to visit, except one. The one I wanted more than any of them. After nine days I was resigned to accepting that it was all based on a deception, a necessary deception but nonetheless I’d been living a lie.

I looked up from my book, sensing someone in the room. My stomach churned, Alexis stood there, beautiful, elegant, immaculately groomed. She smiled at me and I knew that she’d forgiven me for deceiving her.

“How are you doing?”

I smiled back. “Never been better, you heard all about what they did to me?”

She nodded. “It must have been terrible.”

“Yeah, it was a bit of a shock.”

She looked puzzled, saw me grinning and collapsed into laughter. She came to me and kissed me, holding my head to her as if she’d never let go of me. I didn’t want her to let go either. We chatted about things, my recovery in the hospital, she told me what was going on in school.

“It’s total chaos, for the first few days the staff were running scared, a couple of teachers have resigned, some staff are under investigation, crazy. Coach Cooper asked after you, said to say hi.”

I nodded.

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Is there any chance you’ll be coming back to school?” Alexis asked.

I was puzzled. “You know how old I really am, Alexis?”

“Sure I do, twenty two, so what? There’s no rule that says you can’t be at senior high school five years on. We all want you back, Sarah, all of the cheerleading team. They’ll be coming to visit you soon, by the way, they wanted to know you were ok before they all descended on you.”

I smiled at her naivety, she was so bright, clever and golden, yet had no understanding of the way things worked, like having to go to work and earn a living. I tried to explain it to her.

“Alexis, I’ve left school, got my college degree and I’m starting out on a career. I need to earn money to pay the rent on my apartment and some of the boring necessities of life, like food.”

Her face clouded over. “So what about us, isn’t there any future for us? You don’t have to work, you know. I’ve got a good income from my trust fund, more than enough for both of us. You come back to school and I’ll come and live in your apartment and buy the food and pay the rent.”

She wasn’t giving up, that was for sure. Her burning love and desire for me made me feel better than any of the drugs and treatments I’d had in here for the past week. I held up my arms and she came to me and we held each other, happy to be together again. We kissed for so long that I thought I’d pass out from lack of oxygen, but I wasn’t complaining. I had to admit to myself that more than anything in the world, more than my job, my career, I wanted her. Eventually we released each other. We talked for another hour until she was forced out by the nurse who told her I needed to rest. As she was leaving, she turned back to me.

“Sarah, will you think about it, about coming back?”

“I’ll think about, I really will.”

I lay there for hours unable to reflect on anything other than Alexis. Could I go back to school? I thought of the life I’d grown to love, the kids, the ditzy little uniform, the hockey, kids cheering when I scored a goal. I thought of the cheerleaders, of me dressed in that cute little dress dancing and somersaulting on the sports field, seven babes giving the boys wet dreams and maybe giving some of the girls pause for thought.

The following afternoon there was a bright splash of color and noise outside my door, then six cheerleaders came into my room, Alexis and the others, all in uniform.

“Lay back, we’ve got a surprise for you,” Alexis said. “Relax and watch.”

They went into their routine, our routine, dancing and leaping in the tiny hospital room, they’d cut things down a lot to fit it all in but when they finished I was weeping tears of joy. They stayed and chatted, when they left Alexis hung back. She came and gave me a warm kiss and put her arms around me again, it felt so good. She just held me for a while and then turned to leave.

“I’ve got this for you, for when you’re feeling better, I hope you haven’t put on any weight eating hospital food,” she said, putting a package on the bed. I shook my head. Then she was gone. I opened the package and I was holding a brand new cheerleading uniform, dress and panties, all exactly my size.

I got out of hospital and went home to my apartment, finding it of course exactly as I’d left it. The next day I went into the offices of Morgan Strange. There was something radically different and it took me a few seconds to work it out, there was a new receptionist, but no, it was still Gale Margolis. Except that it wasn’t the somewhat drab and dowdy woman I’d last seen sat behind the reception desk. Her hair had been restyled in a shorter, punk style with subtle streaks of orange, if streaks of orange could ever be called subtle. Her clothes were different, she was well made up, and she looked, fantastic. She came out and kissed me, a full, passionate kiss on the lips. Jesus Christ, in the office, too.

“How are things, Sarah, it’s real good to see you back.”

I told her I was pretty well recovered. I didn’t say that inside it would take a few weeks longer, that perverted little shit had burned me badly, but it would recover and there was no permanent damage.

“You look great, Gale, what’s the secret?”

“I’m in love, for the first time and it’s wonderful.”

“With Jeannie, the girl you met at the club?”

She nodded. So that’s the way it was. I felt happy for her and lonely for myself. After all this time, I had neither one nor the other, I didn’t have the boyfriend I wanted, someone nice that I could think about spending my life with. And I was certain I wouldn’t be going back to Fleming, so any relationship with Alexis was not looking good.

Morgan called me through to his office and looked me over. “You’re looking much better, Sarah, back to normal. Everything else ok?”

“Getting there,” I said.

He nodded. “When you’re ready, I’ve got another assignment that might be right up your street. Another school in Jackson, some kind of accusation of sexual impropriety. There’s no rush though, the teacher concerned is ill at the moment so there’s nothing to investigate for the next three months at least. Take a few weeks to get yourself fully recovered, take the whole three months if you like.”

I thought about it, three months would be enough to get to the end of the semester at Fleming. I was working it all out in my mind when I looked up and saw him grinning at me.

“You had a great time at Fleming, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, apart from the end.”

“You’re still enrolled, you know, everything signed up and paid up.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

He shook his head. “It’s the least I could do, you did a fantastic job, Ginsberg has paid up with a hefty bonus, he’s over the moon. And the school could hardly complain about your age, nothing illegal about going back to school and after all, covering your real age was totally necessary to discover what they should have found out for themselves. They’re bending over to kiss ass at the moment, if I told them to make you head of the governors they’d probably do it. They were running a drug den in that school, murder, torture, blackmail, it’s incredible. Even though the head and the governors say they knew nothing about it, someone has to take the rap for not being more pro-active about a widespread drugs and extortion racket, they’re all running scared at the moment. Nope, you’re totally ok with them and me to go back.”

I thanked him and left the office. I was going back to school. In the outer office Gale was talking on the phone when the outer door opened and Alexis came in carrying a shopping bag and saw me. We kissed and held each other warmly.

“I’m coming back to Fleming, Alexis, at least for now.”

“Fantastic.” She kissed me again. “We’ve been working on a new routine for the cheerleaders, I hope you’ve still got that new uniform.”

She chatted on happily about the group. Gale came out from behind the desk and I introduced them.

“Yeah, we met at the gay bar,” Alexis said, remembering her. “Look, guys, I’ve been shopping for some new toys, let me show you what I got.”

She opened the bag and pulled out several packages. Vibrators, dildos, beads, balls, sprays, it was like a travelling salesman’s sample pack.

“I thought you might be interested when you feel better,” she said, looking at me checking out the various gadgets. “I wondered if I could invite myself up to your place and explore them a little bit more.”

Even as she said it I felt a twinge in my crotch, deep inside my cunt where it was still healing from the burns. She saw the look of pain on my face.

“Still bad, uh?”

I nodded. “Yes, it is a bit, it’ll be a while before it’s fully healed.”

“Yeah, that’s bad, but what about the rest of you, the other hole, is that ok?”

I felt hot as she said it, remembering our session at Matt Phillips’s party when she’d rode me with a strap on.

“Yep, that’s just fine.”

“And you’ve got a hot mouth, I know that from past experience. So what’s the problem?”

“None,” I said hungrily. It had been a while and I wanted her desperately.

“Gale, what about you, have you got a girlfriend?”

She nodded. “Yes, I have now, Jeannie.”

“Why don’t you bring her too and let’s have a party, providing Sarah doesn’t mind me inviting you to her place?”

I shrugged. “Fine with me.”

“Me too,” Gale said. “I’ll talk to her later and we can fix something up.”

Morgan came out of his office with a piece of paper in his hand. He saw us three girls standing there holding foot long dildos and sex toys and disappeared back into his office.

On the Saturday we had our little party. Alexis and I spent most of the evening in my bedroom exploring each other’s bodies, when she pushed the dildo into my rear I erupted with joy and pleasure. The waves of arousal swept through me as it touched every part of my hole, bullying me with its hard, ruthless smooth shaft. I swung my body around so that I was looking at her crotch, then I went down on her, sucking her juices and frantically giving her tongue, it had been so long. She was working the device in my rear, moving it in and out, twisting it, screwing it slowly around, nudging the tip from side to side. Overcome with joy I sucked at her vagina, drinking greedily the very essence of the beautiful girl that I had come to love so much. We were both moaning in ecstasy, then we came in a crescendo of shrieking that was almost the howling of a wolf. We lay back exhausted, grinning to each other while we listened to Gale and Jeannie on the couch in the living room, literally fucking the brains out of each other. We lay there for an hour, saying nothing, each content with our partner’s body. Then Alexis reached for me again and we sucked at each other’s lips, burning once more with arousal and I felt the dildo slide back into my ass as our lovemaking began once more.

A week later I got up and showered and put on my panties and bra and started to dress. My blouse was neat and pressed and I buttoned it on. Then my tiny miniskirt followed by my thick school pantyhose. I slipped on my shoes and put on a jacket, put on my raincoat and picked up my backpack. It was time to go back to school. When I got there I put my stuff into my locker and to find the classroom. Christ, it was Grant Newman, did I really have to sit through an hour of the most boring teacher in Christendom? The seat next to me was empty and I felt a little lonely, but then Alexis slipped in late and sat down next to me. Underneath the desk we held hands. Mr. Newman got the lesson underway, from time to time he darted worried glances in my direction. He knew the truth of course, I was a twenty two year old college graduate and employee of an investigations outfit that had literally ripped through this school like a tornado. I doubted he would be picking on me a too much.

In the afternoon I went down to the changing room with my cheerleading uniform, my new dress and panties. The girls crowded around me and gave me a group hug, then we trotted out onto the field, God it felt good to be back in my sexy little dress with the other babes, going through the routines and generally having a ball. If only it could last forever, but of course all good things do come to an end. In the changing room they promised to go easy on me in the shower. We were standing naked, about to get under the stream of warm water when Alexis faced me. The other girls looked on with interest.

“A question for you, Sarah. You were adamant before this all happened that you weren’t a lesbian. We all wondered if you’d changed your mind.”

The others watched, there was a tension in the air. I paused and let it build. Then I put an angry expression on my face.

“Alexis.”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me. All of you fuck me. Is that good enough for all of you?”

We sped into the shower.

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