Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders (2 page)

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?”