Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders (7 page)

“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.