FoA Chapter 15

It’s the first time you’ve seen someone who does not ride a motorcycle in the Free Gurls meeting room. Cynthia looks a little nervous as she puts her backpack on the table and sits down. Everyone else is present. It’s not the whole club, but it’s most of it: Stef, Carla, Jan, Fang, Vicky, Caroline, and yourself.

Cynthia sits down. The rest of you are waiting for her.

“What do you got?” Stef asks in a businesslike way.

Cynthia swallows. There’s not even any introductions. The only person here that she knows is Fang. The rest of you are basically strangers. She’s blushing.

“First,” she says, “thanks for inviting me. It was very sweet of you. Um, Fang. You did a good job, you got me everything that I think I need. The idea here is to get something out of evidence at Gurlberg PD, right? Something out of their evidence locker.”

“Sex toys,” Carla says frankly. “We sell sex toys. They got our shipment. We need it back. No reason to hide it.” She shrugs.

“OK,” Cynthia says, looking relieved. “Cool. I’m glad it’s not **** or something. I think it’s probably doable. So, here.” She puts her laptop on the table and opens it, then spins it around. It’s not very big, so everyone has to get out of their seats and gather around to look at the screen. “That’s your evidence room. Right there.” She points at the screen. “In the middle of the building. So that’s bad, but not really so bad when you think about this department. There’s never more than like… five people in there at a time, really. Ten when it’s busy. If you go at night, the only people there will be the dispatcher and the janitor. Small town, you know?”

Yes. You were counting on this. No way could you do this with a real police station, but Ellen’s little police department isn’t that hardcore, no matter how Stark acts sometimes.

“So here is what I can do to help,” Cynthia says. “Like I thought, everything they have is on their WiFi network. With the info that Fang gave me, I was able to get one of the deputies’ passwords with brute ****. With that, I got into her email. With her email, I got all the system stuff. So I can do stuff in there now. I own them. But that won’t do you that much good,” she adds quickly. “The department is old-fashioned. The doors don’t have electronic locks or anything, so I can’t just open the way for you and turn off the alarm. You’ll have to break in. Like burglars. But I can set the cameras not to record, then I can use those cameras to spot for you so nobody sees you while you’re in there. Does that make sense?”

“Kind of,” Fang says. “Keep going.”

“That’s about it. I can disable the recording, then I can be a lookout. I can tell you where to go. I’ve already looked around in there, so I know the layout.”

“That’s it?” Stef raises an eyebrow.

“I can also give you some tips,” Cynthia adds. “But yes. You want my help? I help with computers. I’m not a burglar. Like I ever did crime stuff before.” She rolls her eyes. “You need to get through the fence in the back, then through the door. I think if you have bolt cutters and a crowbar that will be enough.”

“We can pick locks,” Carla says dryly. “We can read, too.”

“You want my help or not? I think this is your way in. You go after the shift change. Desk girl will be at her desk, and the deputy will be in the garage. Through the fence, across the lot, through the door, down the hall, take a left, then that’s your door. Right here.” Cynthia shows you on the screen. “You just do that quietly, and you’re good. You have to make sure that you leave no evidence, though. Wear gloves. Be quick.”

“They’ll know it was us,” Fang says frankly.

“But they won’t be able to prove it,” Vicky points out.

“We know how to not leave evidence,” Carla tells Cynthia with a smile.

“Of course,” Cynthia replies awkwardly.

“And you’re sure you can do your part?” Stef asks, staring at her.

Cynthia shrugs. “I’m in. I haven’t done anything. They have no IT protection to speak of, so they’re not going to notice me in here. I should be good. Just do it soon. Before anything changes.”

“We’ll do it soon,” Carla says, rubbing her chin.

“Can I ask a question?” Cynthia asks.

“OK,” Fang replies.

“I heard about this game that you guys play,” the sorority girl says shyly. “I just wanted to know if it was true.”

All the Free Gurls look at each other, probably wondering who talked.

Stef clears her throat, looking annoyed. She stares straight at Cynthia, who gulps audibly.

“We play a game. I don’t know if it’s the game you think that you heard about,” Stef says. “You want to play it?”

“What?”

“The only way to find out what it is would be to play,” Carla chimes in. “You want in, kid?”

“Um,” Cynthia says, licking her lips. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you look like a pussy,” Jan says with a shrug.

Cynthia stiffens. “I’ll play,” she says defiantly.

“You sure?” Caroline asks, giving her this weird look.

God… does Cynthia not see what they’re doing? Isn’t she supposed to be smart? But she’s way out of her comfort zone right now. She has taken the bait.

“If you’re sure,” Caroline says in the scariest way possible.

“I’m sure!” Cynthia says proudly.

She is the dumbest smart person.

“OK,” Stef says. “If you insist. Let’s play. CCL girl is in.”

Fang gets up to get the jar with the beads.

You see the look that passes between Stef and Fang, then Stef and Jan. Cynthia probably doesn’t notice. She’s blushing and sweating at the same time, freaking out over what she just committed to.

“Put your hand out,” Fang says to Cynthia.

“What?”

“You have to take one of these.”

It’s so obvious that they fixed this game, but Cynthia hasn’t noticed. She takes a bead and doesn’t look, just like everyone else. You take one as well.

Once everyone has one, Stef tosses hers on the table. It’s white.

“Show them,” she commands.

Cynthia’s is red.

Jan’s is blue.

“OK,” Cynthia says uneasily, eying her bead. “What’s that mean?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear about the rules?” Carla puts on a face of mock surprise. “We thought you knew. It’s simple. The one with blue gets to do whatever they want to the one with red. Fun game, right?”

Fang rolls her eyes. “Does not include penetration,” she says.

“Unfortunately,” Vicky replies with a yawn.

“Lucky me,” Jan says, pretending to be surprised.

You put your face in your hands. You get it. You understand why Stef is doing this. It’s to make sure that Cynthia respects the club and doesn’t think about talking to anyone, but you have a feeling that Cynthia already understood all that.

She shouldn’t have asked about the game. That was none of her business. You don’t have any sympathy for her.

Cynthia licks her lips. “What do I do?” she asks as Jan stands up and walks over.

“CCL is all wild and crazy, right?” Jan asks innocently, unbuckling her belt.

“Um…” Cynthia says, staring up at her. She’s still sitting in her chair, frozen. “Totally wild and crazy.”

“Then you can show your tits, right?”

“Um, sure,” Cynthia says, turning even redder. She takes off her big, thick glasses, then pulls her shirt over her head. She doesn’t even wear a bra because she’s not very busty. You’ve already seen her topless, but you are always happy to have a show.

“Thanks,” Jan says kindly, moving very close to Cynthia before dropping her jeans completely.

“Oh, hi,” Cynthia says, wide-eyed, confronted by Jan’s enormous cock.

It’s a memorable sight. Not just Jan’s cock, which is huge, but Jan herself with her pants down. She has tattoos all over one leg, and while there is some fat on her, there’s also some muscle.

Jan makes it look leisurely, but she easily brings her penis to full erection. It’s at least two inches longer than yours and thick enough that you would need both hands to fully encircle it.

She strokes it lazily with one hand, the thick roll of flesh from the shaft sliding up over the bulbous head. It’s right in front of Cynthia’s face and her bare chest. The room is uncharacteristically quiet. Everyone’s watching. It’s pretty hard to look away from Jan’s thick fingers and her rhythmic, stroking motion. Nobody’s even looking at the boobs.

“Is it true what they say about CCL?” Jan asks.

“What do they say?” Cynthia asks distractedly, her eyes on the penis.

“That you’re all naked and having orgies all the time.”

“Um…”

“You ever hook up with any of those chicks?”

“Have I?” Cynthia asks.

“Have you?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I have.” Cynthia is starting to sound breathless.

“Who?”

“You don’t know them. I don’t think.”

“Who?” Jan insists.

“Um, this girl named Rey…”

Jan starts to speed up. Cynthia realizes what she’s doing and straightens up a little, trying to puff her chest out a bit, offering it up.

The muscles of Jan’s back and buttocks flex, and she grunts. Cynthia flinches as an enormously thick rope of sticky cum sprays not on her breasts, but her face, from her chin to her hair. Jan doesn’t stop. You have never seen such a big cock, and you have never seen so much come out of one. It keeps going, that fat, red shaft contracting and expanding in Jan’s fist.

When it’s over, Cynthia’s entire face is shiny, covered in it, and two big streaks of white crisscross her chest. She sits in a state of shock, and you feel the same way. Even from ten feet away, you can smell it.

Jan sighs and pulls her pants back up.

Carla appears beside Cynthia with a damp towel. Carla always has to be everybody’s mom. She helps Cynthia clean up enough for her brain to start working.

“That’s the game,” Stef tells her. “I don’t know if it lived up to your expectations.”

Cynthia puts her shirt back on. She is at a loss for words.

“Good,” Fang says with a smile.

“We’ll let you know when it’s time to go,” Stef says to Cynthia, who nods.

Cynthia is too steamed up to speak as she leaves, and you and the club talk about what she said after she’s gone. Her plan is legit. It’s not perfect, but you’re ****. It’s worth a try. Stef and Carla want to think it over some more and do some planning. You’ll probably end up attempting it tomorrow night, but it’s unlikely that you will be one of the people breaking into the police station. Honestly, you’re relieved about that. Sometimes not being a full member of the club yet isn’t so bad. You didn’t get involved with Free Gurls to do felonies. You just wanted to ride bikes and fool around with girls.

As you head for the door, intending to go out and have a beer with Tanya, Fang grabs your arm.

“Stay sober, Prospect. We have to do the thing tonight,” she tells you.

“What thing?”

“You know. Payment for services rendered. I already told Caroline and Vicky.”

Oh, right. You have to help out CCL with something in exchange for Cynthia doing this work for the club. But wait, you have a date tonight.

You open your mouth but catch yourself before you speak.

The club has to come first. You have to cancel your thing with Riley. It’s a shitty feeling, but you get out your phone and text her that you can’t come.

Felonies. Canceled dates. Sometimes being a badass biker is not great.