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10-25-2007, 05:16 PM
Hello again everyone, and welcome back. I certainly hope you weren't bored or disappointed at my first effort at online writing. I know, the story itself didn't really concentrate on sex scenes very much, but I'm going to try to include a little bit better stuff for you guys to help get you through the plot. I'm not really sure right now how many installments I'm going to make in the Game Night series, but the suspense is killing me. I can't wait to see what happens to our heroes next. Will Kalvin break down and join the Bod Squad for some of that "undercover" action they're so famous for? When are we going to see some of the relationship dynamic between Michelle Trachtenberg and Trask? And what the hell happened to Carmen Elektra? All this and more is coming up in the following chapters, so read on…
When last we left our characters, they had just been assigned to a high profile case involving the murder of several professional cheerleaders who cheered for the L.A. Tyrants football team. One week before Superbowl Sunday, after returning from an unknown adventure in Las Vegas, our lead character, Kalvin Trask, was greeted by two Los Angeles detectives with a case they wanted his assistance on; the case of the murdered cheerleaders. The following morning, Carmen Elektra, head cheerleader for the Tyrants, survived an attempt on her life by four unknown assailants. Afterwards, Love, the unofficial leader of the Bod Squad, had been phoned at her home by Jimmy, who told her to collect the Squad and report to Headquarters for a quick briefing. The Squad spent most of the morning reading over the case file. Around mid-day, Jimmy phoned headquarters and told Love to contact an outside party for a little help on the case, namely Kalvin Trask, a fellow Private Investigator and Senior at Roosevelt High school. After Trask showed up at Bod Squad Headquarters and he and the girls agreed to team up for the case, Jimmy told them that there would be an audition for replacing the murdered cheerleaders on Tuesday. Kalvin then told them that it would be held at Roosevelt High School. Jimmy, off in search of more information, leaves the group to strategize.
Featuring: Christina Aguilera, Amanda Bynes, Hilary Duff, Danielle Fishel, and Michelle Trachtenberg.
Also, recurring from Chapter 1, a special cameo appearance by the Bod Squad, with the Squad Leader's permission, of course. Thanks again, Squad Leader.
If you are a fan of the Bod Squad series, you may find minor discrepancies in the series' timeline and/or characters. Please disregard any mistakes you might find and consider the Bod Squad in this story to be in an entirely different universe than as the original series described by the Squad Leader. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I must reiterate that if you are offended by sexual scenes between consenting parties, some minors, or if such materials are banned in your area, please don't get ME or YOURSELF in trouble, just leave. Some characters within this story are fictitiously displayed in scenes of a graphic and sexual nature. As far as we know, these character have in no way participated in such activities in real life.
Introduction of the Bod Squad by The Squad Leader:
The Bod Squad is a top secret team of four highly trained, sexy young women, who in the tradition of Charlie's Angels are led by their oft heard, but never seen director Jimmy. The members of the Bod Squad are Love: the oldest member of the group and their unofficial leader, Britney: the party animal with a killer body and a mean streak to match, Rachel: the British bombshell and Kirsten: the baby of the group who uses her sweetness and innocent looks to accomplish things the others can't. Their purpose is to go undercover and use any means necessary to solve crimes and protect humanity.
And now, on with the show.
Game Night - Chapter 2
By Ronin
"So, how are we going to do this?" Love asked, addressing the group.
Kirsten was the first to volunteer, remembering her last experience as an undercover cheerleader, "I'll do it, I mean I have done this before, so it shouldn't be a problem."
"No," Britney spoke up, her hostility towards Kalvin still gleaming in her eyes. "I wanna do it myself this time if that's all right with you, Kiki." She shot another scornful look at Kalvin, who was trying to avoid her gaze.
"Sure, I guess I don't want to hog all the fun." Kirsten relinquished, feeling a little let down.
Rachel kept stealing glances at Kalvin, intrigued by his reserved calm. The fact that he wasn't drooling all over them definitely seemed to say something about his willpower, and she began to find him quite attractive.
"Okay," Love continued, always in control, "so tomorrow we'll register Britney at Roosevelt for a day. Tell them you're just there to check out the school and some classes before deciding if that's the school for you. You'll need to accompany her, Kalvin. You know, show her around the place and make sure she gets to the try-outs."
"No problem." Trask said.
"Why do I have to hang out with him?" Britney protested. "I can handle myself, Love. We don't need-"
"Brit, calm down." Rachel tried to calm her. "You're being rude to our partner."
"No, I won't calm down," Britney went on, rising from the sofa. "And don't call him our partner. He's not my partner. This is bullshit, I've got more cases under my belt than he ever will."
Trask finally looked up, thinking that the only way to win any kind of respect would be to fight back. "I'm sure you've had quite few things under your belt."
"Oh shit." Kirsten blurted, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles.
Rachel smiled, satisfied that Kalvin had stood up for himself.
Love, however, was getting fed up with Britney's insolence. Love liked Kalvin.
"Fuck you!" Britney yelled at him.
"No thanks, I don't know where you've been." Trask answered. She took one threatening step towards him.
"Britney!" Love barked.
"What?" Britney challenged just as loudly, looking over her shoulder at Love.
"You can either calm down or get the fuck out of here. We don't need this shit right now. We've got work to do."
Britney looked conflicted as she stood silent, debating what to do. Finally she said, "Fuck it," and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Love walked over and sat down in Britney's place. "I'm so sorry, Kalvin," she apologized. "She's not usually like that. She's just very proud, and she blew a case, so to speak, a few months ago. So she's just been very gung-ho about proving herself lately. I'm sure she'll be much better by tomorrow."
"No, I have to apologize. Maybe I shouldn't have taken this case. I know you guys are the best. You don't need my help.
"Please, don't say that. I, for one, am very happy you're here. I'm relieved that we have someone to help out."
"Yeah," Kirsten added, "we're glad to have you."
"Of course we are," this from Rachel. "As a matter of fact, I believe I remember hearing something about you before I joined the Squad, back when I was deep into researching the Private Investigations sector. I'd love to work with you on this case."
Trask almost blushed. "Thank you, really. But it's not all that."
"Well your qualifications sure are intimidating." Love said.
"Qualifications? What do you mean?"
Love looked confused. "Jimmy, he told us about your work in counter-intelligence and-"
"Oh, that. He told you about that, huh?"
"Yes," Rachel answered, "and it was very impressive. Why didn't you stay there longer, become a full agent or something?"
"It just wasn't what I wanted to do. At first I thought, wow, government work, the Central Intelligence Agency, lots of action, the chance to really make a difference. But after I got a little deeper into it I realized there's a lot of corruption there, and I could help more people doing what I'm doing now, and I get to meet interesting people now, like you guys."
"Aw, thanks," Kirsten smiled.
"But, um, anyway, shouldn't we get back on task?"
They all straightened up. "Definitely," Rachel said.
"Hopefully Britney will still help us out tomorrow. Will you be okay with her, Kalvin?" Love asked.
"Sure. In fact, I'd really like the chance to talk to her again, sort of smooth things over."
"Okay, then what else can we cover?"
"How about questioning some of the cheerleaders friends or family or significant others?" Kirsten suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do some research and bring up a list of contacts, I'll follow up on them tomorrow." Love said, really wanting to get into the case.
"What about us?" Rachel asked, referring to her and Kirsten.
"I want you two to hang around here tomorrow and stay in touch with Jimmy, also, you should check up on the news and run some search engines and try to find out anything you can about any recent conflicts or controversies surrounding the cheerleaders or the NFL."
Trask added his input, "This Sunday is the Superbowl. I hear the Tyrants are facing the Miami Tigersharks, maybe someone high up in the Tigersharks is trying to spook the Tyrants by killing off their cheerleaders."
"All right, check up on that as well, girls." Love ordered.
For the next hour or so the four sat around talking about this and that. Sharing stories, comparing tactics, just hanging out. The girls grew to really appreciate Kalvin being around, since he was probably the only guy they'd ever met who wasn't trying to turn them on or impress them to get them to sleep with him. And Kalvin thought that they were the coolest, funniest, smartest girls he'd every met. He wondered if he would have a chance to work with them in later cases. He also wondered if he wasn't falling in love with all of them.
Kalvin looked at his watch. "Whoa, I've got to get going, guys. I really liked hanging out though. I'm sure I'll see you again tomorrow?"
"Yeah, and be sure to keep us updated on what happens with the auditions." Love said.
"Sure thing. Have a good night."
That night, Michelle Trachtenberg was sleeping over at her best friend's house. Hilary Duff had invited her over during lunch earlier in the day, about the same time that Kalvin was exchanging blows with Wally, one of the hired thugs sent by a loan shark to intimidate Trask into getting his dad to pay up what he owed them. It wasn't until Michelle had arrived that evening that she found out that Amanda Bynes was also staying the night. Amanda was one of Hilary's friends but not one of Michelle's. Amanda and Hilary shared different classes and therefore Michelle had never gotten the chance to hang out with her. Unlike Amanda, however, Michelle had no idea of Hilary's escapades with various students and faculty members. In fact, that morning Hilary had met the Principle of Roosevelt in his office for their weekly romp to keep her grades up. And also unlike Amanda, Michelle had definitely never had her tongue in Hilary's cunt.
It was past bedtime, but Hilary's dad, whom she lived with, got drunk and passed out earlier in the evening. The three were up in Hilary's room in their pajamas with the lights dimmed, talking.
"Can you guys believe the Tyrants are actually looking for replacement cheerleaders at our school?" Amanda asked. They were all on the floor, hugging pillows. Amanda was sitting across from Hilary and Michelle. Hilary and Amanda were both sipping brandy that they had stolen from Hilary's dad's liquor cabinet, but Michelle, who didn't drink, was sipping on a glass of milk. This meant that, since they couldn't get her drunk, Hilary had to slip a crumbled up Ecstasy pill into Michelle's drink in order to get the party started.
"I know," Hilary said. "It's wild. I really think I'm gonna try out for it."
"Really? What about all the recent murders? Aren't you a little scared at what might happen?" Michelle questioned. She was beginning to feel a little weird.
"You kidding? No way, they got cops and the FBI and stuff all over that. Nobody's going to do anything. Plus, I'd get to cheer at the Superbowl, shaking my ass for practically the whole world."
Amanda giggled. "You're crazy, Hilary."
"Yeah, well, I'm horny too. And there's nothing like having an audience that big to get me off."
"You sure about that?" Amanda asked.
Hilary smiled wickedly. "Well, I'm not sure. I guess I could think of one or two other things. After all, I am incredibly horny. What do you think, Michelle?"
They looked over and practically began to drool. Michelle was slumped low, leaning back against Hilary's bed. Her empty milk glass had rolled off somewhere and her pillow was setting beside her. Her right hand was down the front of her pants, moving up and down behind the big wet spot on the crotch. Her left hand had unbuttoned the first three bottom buttons of her top and was up inside, rubbing her smooth, arousing stomach and cupping her breast. Her eyes were closed and a look of ecstasy was stretched across her face.
"Oh shit," Amanda whispered to Hilary. "That worked fast."
"Yeah," Hilary whispered, barely audible. She was practically in a trance herself, looking over at Michelle while rubbing the crotch of her own pajama pants.
Amanda rose up on all fours and crawled to Hilary. She made the blonde face her before she snaked her pink, sensuous tongue between her lips. They twirled their tongues and their saliva mixed as Hilary reached forward between Amanda's legs and began to rub her finger back and forth rapidly. Amanda moaned.
"Oh shit, babe," Amanda said as she broke the kiss. "Let's go say hi to our roommate, what do you say?"
"I say that if I don't cum soon, I think I'm gonna cream all over myself."
"Well, you better hold it, because I want that cream all over me. And I'm pretty sure that Michelle wants some, too."
So they crawled over to Michelle, who was thrusting her finger into herself furiously with total abandon, and unbuttoned the rest of her top. Michelle's full, gorgeous tits fell free, her nipples pink and hard. They were so round and perky and beautiful. Hilary was to Michelle's right while Amanda had set up between Michelle's outstretched legs.
"Ooh, look what we have here," Amanda said, tweaking Michelle's nipples as Hilary turned Michelle's head to face her and shoved her tongue into Michelle's hot, hungry mouth. Michelle, not being a lesbian, protested only the slightest bit, but the Ecstasy in her system was too powerful, and she wasn't herself. She began to slurp and lick at Hilary's probing tongue, totally lost in a world of darkness and false lust.
After using her own hand to rub the soaking crotch of Michelle's pants, Amanda reached up and began to unbutton Hilary's top as Hilary stuck her tongue as far down Michelle's throat as it would go. She had wanted Michelle for so very long with no chance of being with her. She had finally ended up having to fuck Amanda in order to get her hands on some of Amanda's Ecstasy so that she could have Michelle the way she wanted. Hilary would have been happier to have Michelle to herself, but having Amanda there was definitely not a bad thing.
Hilary pulled out and squeezed Michelle's right tit, making her groan in delight. She cooed out softly, "Oh Michelle, I've wanted you for so long, baby. You look so good right now. I want your pussy to melt in my mouth. How about it? Do you have some nice, warm, girl-juice for me? Are you gonna pop all over my face, baby?"
"Lot's of juice…wanna pop so bad…so hot…please fuck me, now." Michelle managed to whisper. The Ecstasy had invaded her system completely. Michelle was gone, and in her place was a slit-slurping, cum-hungry cunt-queen ready to fuck and suck until she got her fill of pussy juice. If Michelle's consciousness had even been existent at the moment, she would have fought, but she had no such luck.
"Oh yeah. Let's get at these plump titties, Hil. I wanna suck 'em so bad. Her nipples are hard as hell."
"Yeah, let's suck those tits right off her." Hilary said as she raised Michelle's breast and began gobbling at the pink nipple, sucking like a baby on a bottle. Amanda shoved one hand down her own pants and held herself up with the other as she leaned her head down and also claimed a mouthful of tit-flesh from the left one.
"Oh, god, yeah! Suck me. Suck my tits. Ooh, it feels so good. My nipples are on fire." Michelle called out, as though she were dreaming.
And so there they were, Hilary and Amanda's heads bobbing up and down in front of Michelle's chest, their mouths working hard, their tongues rolling over her hard nips. The soft, sweet, forbidden sounds of sucking filled the dimly lit bedroom. Soon, Michelle began to moan and curse uncontrollably, the pleasure on her tits becoming too much to allow her to hold in an orgasm. Sensing it was coming, Hilary shoved a hand down Michelle's pants, slipping a finger in between her cunt-lips, feeling them contract and spit their juice all over fingers.
"Oh, fuck!" Hilary gasped breathlessly as she pulled her tired lips off of Michelle's throbbing nipple. "She's so wet, I have to have her pussy right now."
Amanda pulled off as well. "Yeah," she assented, "let's get her on the bed."
The task proved to be rather difficult, however, as the Ecstasy had reduced Michelle to a quivering mound of sexual lust. Her legs would barely hold her as they stood her up and let her fall back down on the big bed. The two sober girls then proceeded to strip Michelle the rest of the way, exposing her beautiful body to the lamplight, while stripping the rest of their clothes off as well.
"Shit, she's so beautiful. I have got to taste this pussy." Hilary said in a shaky voice as she got on her knees between Michelle's spread legs, running her finger up and down Michelle's slippery slit. She tentatively pushed two fingers inside, making Michelle writhe and squirm and spit and moan.
"Shh, it's okay, baby." Amanda said. She was up near Michelle's right shoulder. She lowered her right breast to Michelle's face. "Just suck on this, Michelle. Suck my titty like a good girl."
Michelle, barely conscious, reached up a shaking right hand and grasped Amanda's firm breast, moving closer to her mouth. Her lips parted and she took the pink nipple into her mouth, sucking sweetly.
"God, Hil. She's so gentle, it's driving me crazy."
Hilary only moaned in acknowledgement, as her face buried in Michelle's snatch, her fat tongue caressing it, moving up and down, making the lips contract and squirt. Michelle squirmed under Amanda as she sucked even harder. Her right hand had reached under Amanda, finding her box and shoving her finger into it. Amanda nearly screamed with pleasure.
They went on pleasuring each other in this manner until Hilary was practically dying to feel Michelle's tongue in her cunt. After eliciting two more cunt-numbing orgasms from Michelle, she arose, her face slick with girl-cum.
"Switch me, Amanda, I want her mouth."
They switched positions and as Amanda teased Michelle's clit with her right nipple, Hilary was busy getting her tits sucked. She moaned and mewled and bent down to twirl tongues with Michelle.
"I've waited so long for this. I wish I hadn't had to do it this way, Michelle, but I had to have you. My pussy's so hot for you, baby. I'm gonna pop all over your fucking face." Hilary talked her dirty talk as she ran her hand along the length of Michelle's body. She then rose up and stood over Michelle's head. The bed's headboard was against a wall, so she was able to support herself as she spread her cunt lips and squatted down on Michelle's face. She was facing Michelle's lower half, so she could also watch from above as Amanda fucked Michelle with her tongue.
"C'mon, Michelle. Don't you want my pussy, baby? I know you do. You want me to squirt my hot juices all over your face and chest. C'mon, baby, eat that pussy. Eat it out." Hilary whispered, almost in tears.
Michelle's tongue rose up out of her mouth and began to lick and slurp and lap at Hilary's pink, swollen pussy like a cat lapping up milk.
Amanda, meanwhile, was shoving three fingers into her hungry cunt as she ate Michelle's slick pussy like she would never fuck another girl again. Before long, they began to moan and groan, quiver and grind as their threesome approached a climax of epic proportions.
"Mmm. Suck my pussy. Fuck my hot box with your tongue Michelle! Oh, god, eat me, you bitch!" Hilary nearly screamed as bucked above Michelle's moaning, licking mouth.
Amanda was simply sucking away at Michelle's cunt as she approached her orgasm.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Hilary cried and began to cum, shooting hot jets of her girl-juice into Michelle's mouth, down her chin, and as she leaned back so Michelle was licking her asshole, she was shooting all over Michelle's quivering tits. All the while, Amanda was getting her own face drenched by Michelle's climax.
"Fuck!" Amanda choked out as Michelle's wet orgasm slowly faded. "This was the best idea ever."
Hilary, weakened from her fantastic orgasm, collapsed next to Michelle, cradling herself against Michelle's body. Her head was near Michelle's pussy now, so she and Amanda shared a sloppy, cum-covered kiss.
Michelle almost instantly passed out.
Afterwards, Amanda and Hilary spent close to an hour cleaning Michelle up and clothing her again. Then they cuddled in the shower together before finally turning in and sleeping the sweetest sleep either of them could ever remember.
When last we left our characters, they had just been assigned to a high profile case involving the murder of several professional cheerleaders who cheered for the L.A. Tyrants football team. One week before Superbowl Sunday, after returning from an unknown adventure in Las Vegas, our lead character, Kalvin Trask, was greeted by two Los Angeles detectives with a case they wanted his assistance on; the case of the murdered cheerleaders. The following morning, Carmen Elektra, head cheerleader for the Tyrants, survived an attempt on her life by four unknown assailants. Afterwards, Love, the unofficial leader of the Bod Squad, had been phoned at her home by Jimmy, who told her to collect the Squad and report to Headquarters for a quick briefing. The Squad spent most of the morning reading over the case file. Around mid-day, Jimmy phoned headquarters and told Love to contact an outside party for a little help on the case, namely Kalvin Trask, a fellow Private Investigator and Senior at Roosevelt High school. After Trask showed up at Bod Squad Headquarters and he and the girls agreed to team up for the case, Jimmy told them that there would be an audition for replacing the murdered cheerleaders on Tuesday. Kalvin then told them that it would be held at Roosevelt High School. Jimmy, off in search of more information, leaves the group to strategize.
Featuring: Christina Aguilera, Amanda Bynes, Hilary Duff, Danielle Fishel, and Michelle Trachtenberg.
Also, recurring from Chapter 1, a special cameo appearance by the Bod Squad, with the Squad Leader's permission, of course. Thanks again, Squad Leader.
If you are a fan of the Bod Squad series, you may find minor discrepancies in the series' timeline and/or characters. Please disregard any mistakes you might find and consider the Bod Squad in this story to be in an entirely different universe than as the original series described by the Squad Leader. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I must reiterate that if you are offended by sexual scenes between consenting parties, some minors, or if such materials are banned in your area, please don't get ME or YOURSELF in trouble, just leave. Some characters within this story are fictitiously displayed in scenes of a graphic and sexual nature. As far as we know, these character have in no way participated in such activities in real life.
Introduction of the Bod Squad by The Squad Leader:
The Bod Squad is a top secret team of four highly trained, sexy young women, who in the tradition of Charlie's Angels are led by their oft heard, but never seen director Jimmy. The members of the Bod Squad are Love: the oldest member of the group and their unofficial leader, Britney: the party animal with a killer body and a mean streak to match, Rachel: the British bombshell and Kirsten: the baby of the group who uses her sweetness and innocent looks to accomplish things the others can't. Their purpose is to go undercover and use any means necessary to solve crimes and protect humanity.
And now, on with the show.
Game Night - Chapter 2
By Ronin
"So, how are we going to do this?" Love asked, addressing the group.
Kirsten was the first to volunteer, remembering her last experience as an undercover cheerleader, "I'll do it, I mean I have done this before, so it shouldn't be a problem."
"No," Britney spoke up, her hostility towards Kalvin still gleaming in her eyes. "I wanna do it myself this time if that's all right with you, Kiki." She shot another scornful look at Kalvin, who was trying to avoid her gaze.
"Sure, I guess I don't want to hog all the fun." Kirsten relinquished, feeling a little let down.
Rachel kept stealing glances at Kalvin, intrigued by his reserved calm. The fact that he wasn't drooling all over them definitely seemed to say something about his willpower, and she began to find him quite attractive.
"Okay," Love continued, always in control, "so tomorrow we'll register Britney at Roosevelt for a day. Tell them you're just there to check out the school and some classes before deciding if that's the school for you. You'll need to accompany her, Kalvin. You know, show her around the place and make sure she gets to the try-outs."
"No problem." Trask said.
"Why do I have to hang out with him?" Britney protested. "I can handle myself, Love. We don't need-"
"Brit, calm down." Rachel tried to calm her. "You're being rude to our partner."
"No, I won't calm down," Britney went on, rising from the sofa. "And don't call him our partner. He's not my partner. This is bullshit, I've got more cases under my belt than he ever will."
Trask finally looked up, thinking that the only way to win any kind of respect would be to fight back. "I'm sure you've had quite few things under your belt."
"Oh shit." Kirsten blurted, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles.
Rachel smiled, satisfied that Kalvin had stood up for himself.
Love, however, was getting fed up with Britney's insolence. Love liked Kalvin.
"Fuck you!" Britney yelled at him.
"No thanks, I don't know where you've been." Trask answered. She took one threatening step towards him.
"Britney!" Love barked.
"What?" Britney challenged just as loudly, looking over her shoulder at Love.
"You can either calm down or get the fuck out of here. We don't need this shit right now. We've got work to do."
Britney looked conflicted as she stood silent, debating what to do. Finally she said, "Fuck it," and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Love walked over and sat down in Britney's place. "I'm so sorry, Kalvin," she apologized. "She's not usually like that. She's just very proud, and she blew a case, so to speak, a few months ago. So she's just been very gung-ho about proving herself lately. I'm sure she'll be much better by tomorrow."
"No, I have to apologize. Maybe I shouldn't have taken this case. I know you guys are the best. You don't need my help.
"Please, don't say that. I, for one, am very happy you're here. I'm relieved that we have someone to help out."
"Yeah," Kirsten added, "we're glad to have you."
"Of course we are," this from Rachel. "As a matter of fact, I believe I remember hearing something about you before I joined the Squad, back when I was deep into researching the Private Investigations sector. I'd love to work with you on this case."
Trask almost blushed. "Thank you, really. But it's not all that."
"Well your qualifications sure are intimidating." Love said.
"Qualifications? What do you mean?"
Love looked confused. "Jimmy, he told us about your work in counter-intelligence and-"
"Oh, that. He told you about that, huh?"
"Yes," Rachel answered, "and it was very impressive. Why didn't you stay there longer, become a full agent or something?"
"It just wasn't what I wanted to do. At first I thought, wow, government work, the Central Intelligence Agency, lots of action, the chance to really make a difference. But after I got a little deeper into it I realized there's a lot of corruption there, and I could help more people doing what I'm doing now, and I get to meet interesting people now, like you guys."
"Aw, thanks," Kirsten smiled.
"But, um, anyway, shouldn't we get back on task?"
They all straightened up. "Definitely," Rachel said.
"Hopefully Britney will still help us out tomorrow. Will you be okay with her, Kalvin?" Love asked.
"Sure. In fact, I'd really like the chance to talk to her again, sort of smooth things over."
"Okay, then what else can we cover?"
"How about questioning some of the cheerleaders friends or family or significant others?" Kirsten suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do some research and bring up a list of contacts, I'll follow up on them tomorrow." Love said, really wanting to get into the case.
"What about us?" Rachel asked, referring to her and Kirsten.
"I want you two to hang around here tomorrow and stay in touch with Jimmy, also, you should check up on the news and run some search engines and try to find out anything you can about any recent conflicts or controversies surrounding the cheerleaders or the NFL."
Trask added his input, "This Sunday is the Superbowl. I hear the Tyrants are facing the Miami Tigersharks, maybe someone high up in the Tigersharks is trying to spook the Tyrants by killing off their cheerleaders."
"All right, check up on that as well, girls." Love ordered.
For the next hour or so the four sat around talking about this and that. Sharing stories, comparing tactics, just hanging out. The girls grew to really appreciate Kalvin being around, since he was probably the only guy they'd ever met who wasn't trying to turn them on or impress them to get them to sleep with him. And Kalvin thought that they were the coolest, funniest, smartest girls he'd every met. He wondered if he would have a chance to work with them in later cases. He also wondered if he wasn't falling in love with all of them.
Kalvin looked at his watch. "Whoa, I've got to get going, guys. I really liked hanging out though. I'm sure I'll see you again tomorrow?"
"Yeah, and be sure to keep us updated on what happens with the auditions." Love said.
"Sure thing. Have a good night."
That night, Michelle Trachtenberg was sleeping over at her best friend's house. Hilary Duff had invited her over during lunch earlier in the day, about the same time that Kalvin was exchanging blows with Wally, one of the hired thugs sent by a loan shark to intimidate Trask into getting his dad to pay up what he owed them. It wasn't until Michelle had arrived that evening that she found out that Amanda Bynes was also staying the night. Amanda was one of Hilary's friends but not one of Michelle's. Amanda and Hilary shared different classes and therefore Michelle had never gotten the chance to hang out with her. Unlike Amanda, however, Michelle had no idea of Hilary's escapades with various students and faculty members. In fact, that morning Hilary had met the Principle of Roosevelt in his office for their weekly romp to keep her grades up. And also unlike Amanda, Michelle had definitely never had her tongue in Hilary's cunt.
It was past bedtime, but Hilary's dad, whom she lived with, got drunk and passed out earlier in the evening. The three were up in Hilary's room in their pajamas with the lights dimmed, talking.
"Can you guys believe the Tyrants are actually looking for replacement cheerleaders at our school?" Amanda asked. They were all on the floor, hugging pillows. Amanda was sitting across from Hilary and Michelle. Hilary and Amanda were both sipping brandy that they had stolen from Hilary's dad's liquor cabinet, but Michelle, who didn't drink, was sipping on a glass of milk. This meant that, since they couldn't get her drunk, Hilary had to slip a crumbled up Ecstasy pill into Michelle's drink in order to get the party started.
"I know," Hilary said. "It's wild. I really think I'm gonna try out for it."
"Really? What about all the recent murders? Aren't you a little scared at what might happen?" Michelle questioned. She was beginning to feel a little weird.
"You kidding? No way, they got cops and the FBI and stuff all over that. Nobody's going to do anything. Plus, I'd get to cheer at the Superbowl, shaking my ass for practically the whole world."
Amanda giggled. "You're crazy, Hilary."
"Yeah, well, I'm horny too. And there's nothing like having an audience that big to get me off."
"You sure about that?" Amanda asked.
Hilary smiled wickedly. "Well, I'm not sure. I guess I could think of one or two other things. After all, I am incredibly horny. What do you think, Michelle?"
They looked over and practically began to drool. Michelle was slumped low, leaning back against Hilary's bed. Her empty milk glass had rolled off somewhere and her pillow was setting beside her. Her right hand was down the front of her pants, moving up and down behind the big wet spot on the crotch. Her left hand had unbuttoned the first three bottom buttons of her top and was up inside, rubbing her smooth, arousing stomach and cupping her breast. Her eyes were closed and a look of ecstasy was stretched across her face.
"Oh shit," Amanda whispered to Hilary. "That worked fast."
"Yeah," Hilary whispered, barely audible. She was practically in a trance herself, looking over at Michelle while rubbing the crotch of her own pajama pants.
Amanda rose up on all fours and crawled to Hilary. She made the blonde face her before she snaked her pink, sensuous tongue between her lips. They twirled their tongues and their saliva mixed as Hilary reached forward between Amanda's legs and began to rub her finger back and forth rapidly. Amanda moaned.
"Oh shit, babe," Amanda said as she broke the kiss. "Let's go say hi to our roommate, what do you say?"
"I say that if I don't cum soon, I think I'm gonna cream all over myself."
"Well, you better hold it, because I want that cream all over me. And I'm pretty sure that Michelle wants some, too."
So they crawled over to Michelle, who was thrusting her finger into herself furiously with total abandon, and unbuttoned the rest of her top. Michelle's full, gorgeous tits fell free, her nipples pink and hard. They were so round and perky and beautiful. Hilary was to Michelle's right while Amanda had set up between Michelle's outstretched legs.
"Ooh, look what we have here," Amanda said, tweaking Michelle's nipples as Hilary turned Michelle's head to face her and shoved her tongue into Michelle's hot, hungry mouth. Michelle, not being a lesbian, protested only the slightest bit, but the Ecstasy in her system was too powerful, and she wasn't herself. She began to slurp and lick at Hilary's probing tongue, totally lost in a world of darkness and false lust.
After using her own hand to rub the soaking crotch of Michelle's pants, Amanda reached up and began to unbutton Hilary's top as Hilary stuck her tongue as far down Michelle's throat as it would go. She had wanted Michelle for so very long with no chance of being with her. She had finally ended up having to fuck Amanda in order to get her hands on some of Amanda's Ecstasy so that she could have Michelle the way she wanted. Hilary would have been happier to have Michelle to herself, but having Amanda there was definitely not a bad thing.
Hilary pulled out and squeezed Michelle's right tit, making her groan in delight. She cooed out softly, "Oh Michelle, I've wanted you for so long, baby. You look so good right now. I want your pussy to melt in my mouth. How about it? Do you have some nice, warm, girl-juice for me? Are you gonna pop all over my face, baby?"
"Lot's of juice…wanna pop so bad…so hot…please fuck me, now." Michelle managed to whisper. The Ecstasy had invaded her system completely. Michelle was gone, and in her place was a slit-slurping, cum-hungry cunt-queen ready to fuck and suck until she got her fill of pussy juice. If Michelle's consciousness had even been existent at the moment, she would have fought, but she had no such luck.
"Oh yeah. Let's get at these plump titties, Hil. I wanna suck 'em so bad. Her nipples are hard as hell."
"Yeah, let's suck those tits right off her." Hilary said as she raised Michelle's breast and began gobbling at the pink nipple, sucking like a baby on a bottle. Amanda shoved one hand down her own pants and held herself up with the other as she leaned her head down and also claimed a mouthful of tit-flesh from the left one.
"Oh, god, yeah! Suck me. Suck my tits. Ooh, it feels so good. My nipples are on fire." Michelle called out, as though she were dreaming.
And so there they were, Hilary and Amanda's heads bobbing up and down in front of Michelle's chest, their mouths working hard, their tongues rolling over her hard nips. The soft, sweet, forbidden sounds of sucking filled the dimly lit bedroom. Soon, Michelle began to moan and curse uncontrollably, the pleasure on her tits becoming too much to allow her to hold in an orgasm. Sensing it was coming, Hilary shoved a hand down Michelle's pants, slipping a finger in between her cunt-lips, feeling them contract and spit their juice all over fingers.
"Oh, fuck!" Hilary gasped breathlessly as she pulled her tired lips off of Michelle's throbbing nipple. "She's so wet, I have to have her pussy right now."
Amanda pulled off as well. "Yeah," she assented, "let's get her on the bed."
The task proved to be rather difficult, however, as the Ecstasy had reduced Michelle to a quivering mound of sexual lust. Her legs would barely hold her as they stood her up and let her fall back down on the big bed. The two sober girls then proceeded to strip Michelle the rest of the way, exposing her beautiful body to the lamplight, while stripping the rest of their clothes off as well.
"Shit, she's so beautiful. I have got to taste this pussy." Hilary said in a shaky voice as she got on her knees between Michelle's spread legs, running her finger up and down Michelle's slippery slit. She tentatively pushed two fingers inside, making Michelle writhe and squirm and spit and moan.
"Shh, it's okay, baby." Amanda said. She was up near Michelle's right shoulder. She lowered her right breast to Michelle's face. "Just suck on this, Michelle. Suck my titty like a good girl."
Michelle, barely conscious, reached up a shaking right hand and grasped Amanda's firm breast, moving closer to her mouth. Her lips parted and she took the pink nipple into her mouth, sucking sweetly.
"God, Hil. She's so gentle, it's driving me crazy."
Hilary only moaned in acknowledgement, as her face buried in Michelle's snatch, her fat tongue caressing it, moving up and down, making the lips contract and squirt. Michelle squirmed under Amanda as she sucked even harder. Her right hand had reached under Amanda, finding her box and shoving her finger into it. Amanda nearly screamed with pleasure.
They went on pleasuring each other in this manner until Hilary was practically dying to feel Michelle's tongue in her cunt. After eliciting two more cunt-numbing orgasms from Michelle, she arose, her face slick with girl-cum.
"Switch me, Amanda, I want her mouth."
They switched positions and as Amanda teased Michelle's clit with her right nipple, Hilary was busy getting her tits sucked. She moaned and mewled and bent down to twirl tongues with Michelle.
"I've waited so long for this. I wish I hadn't had to do it this way, Michelle, but I had to have you. My pussy's so hot for you, baby. I'm gonna pop all over your fucking face." Hilary talked her dirty talk as she ran her hand along the length of Michelle's body. She then rose up and stood over Michelle's head. The bed's headboard was against a wall, so she was able to support herself as she spread her cunt lips and squatted down on Michelle's face. She was facing Michelle's lower half, so she could also watch from above as Amanda fucked Michelle with her tongue.
"C'mon, Michelle. Don't you want my pussy, baby? I know you do. You want me to squirt my hot juices all over your face and chest. C'mon, baby, eat that pussy. Eat it out." Hilary whispered, almost in tears.
Michelle's tongue rose up out of her mouth and began to lick and slurp and lap at Hilary's pink, swollen pussy like a cat lapping up milk.
Amanda, meanwhile, was shoving three fingers into her hungry cunt as she ate Michelle's slick pussy like she would never fuck another girl again. Before long, they began to moan and groan, quiver and grind as their threesome approached a climax of epic proportions.
"Mmm. Suck my pussy. Fuck my hot box with your tongue Michelle! Oh, god, eat me, you bitch!" Hilary nearly screamed as bucked above Michelle's moaning, licking mouth.
Amanda was simply sucking away at Michelle's cunt as she approached her orgasm.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Hilary cried and began to cum, shooting hot jets of her girl-juice into Michelle's mouth, down her chin, and as she leaned back so Michelle was licking her asshole, she was shooting all over Michelle's quivering tits. All the while, Amanda was getting her own face drenched by Michelle's climax.
"Fuck!" Amanda choked out as Michelle's wet orgasm slowly faded. "This was the best idea ever."
Hilary, weakened from her fantastic orgasm, collapsed next to Michelle, cradling herself against Michelle's body. Her head was near Michelle's pussy now, so she and Amanda shared a sloppy, cum-covered kiss.
Michelle almost instantly passed out.
Afterwards, Amanda and Hilary spent close to an hour cleaning Michelle up and clothing her again. Then they cuddled in the shower together before finally turning in and sleeping the sweetest sleep either of them could ever remember.