SS Undercover Ch 11

Kayla allows herself to be buckled to the cross.

The color in her face deepens as Cassie approaches with the vibrator and swallows when she turns it on. Kayla’s no athlete; her body is soft. Exceptional genes create an illusion of thinness because of her big hips, but there is a lot to touch, and it’s all deliciously soft and warm. She’s still dressed, but her tee and shorts don’t offer much protection. Goosebumps cover her arms and legs. Her breathing deepens when Cassie gently touches the vibe against her stomach. Dragging it around lightly revs her up more than anything overtly lewd.

“You want to get off?” Cassie asks, but the only reply is the look on Kayla’s red face. Her parted lips and her **** eyes are too much to resist. Cassie kisses her, softly at first, but it heats up quickly. She finds herself pressed against Kayla’s soft body, things happening with her tongue that can be described only as savage. She remembers the vibe and puts it between Kayla’s legs. There’s a jerk, a partly muffled cry, and—

“Cassie,” Kylie says.

Cassie snaps out of the fantasy. Kayla waits on the cross.

Cassie clears her throat. “OK. I got this,” she announces, sounding more confident than she feels as she takes her place in front of Kayla. She brandishes the vibrator and adopts a serious expression. “Are you gonna tell us who you work for?”

“What?”

“Who sent you to get the underwear?”

“Your dad.”

“Playing hardball, huh?” Cassie holds up the buzzing vibe.

Kayla’s not impressed. “I have one of those big, super hardcore massagers. Goes through Ds like crazy.”

“I did hear that you go through Ds like crazy.”

“You think you’re the first closeted chick to slut-shame me?”

“Aha, that’s where you’re wrong.” Cassie smirks and gestures toward herself with the vibe. “I’m not closeted. And I’m not slut-shaming you. I mean, not really. You just kinda softballed that one in.” An object bounces off Cassie’s back. She turns accusingly. “You’re throwing stuff at me?”

“We were promised ****,” Kylie complains.

Cassie squints and levels the vibrator at her. “Be patient.”

“I think she doesn’t have the balls,” Elsa says, folding her arms.

“I—I do too. Shut up.” Annoyed, Cassie turns back to Kayla. “She’s right. I don’t have the balls. But I have pride. If I have to prove how hardcore I am to these bitches I barely even know, you aren’t gonna like it.”

“You sure of that?” Kayla raises an eyebrow.

Cassie feels like she’s getting her ass kicked. “OK, you asked for it.”

Kayla yawns. She isn’t exactly Cassie’s type. Even the version in Cassie’s fantasy isn’t exactly Cassie’s type. This isn’t working. Cassie has to pivot. “Would it kill you to just admit you want to get off?”

Kayla does her best to shrug while tied up. “I’m not sure. I’m curious. You want TMI? It’s pretty hard to get me off, and I’m not turned on at all. I’ll admit that I kind of want to know if you can do it.”

“This isn’t a turn-on for you?” Cassie gestures at the dungeon.

“If it was Flynn. Or Graham, maybe.”

“So, I need to go put on a big, fat strap-on?” Cassie points at the wall. Kayla looks as well, and there’s something in her gaze, only for a second. Cassie wasn’t being serious, but it looks like Kayla just considered it.

“Worth a shot,” Kayla says.

Cassie senses that she’s losing control of the interview.

“How about you just tell us who wants the panties?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” Kylie says, shaking her head. She leans over and confers with Elsa and Colby. Apple includes herself, her face turning several shades redder.

“I’m not so sure,” she says uncertainly, but the others ignore her.

Elsa grimaces and gives Kylie a warning look, then nods. Colby doesn’t seem to know what to say.

Elsa walks over to Cassie. “Good try, sis.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassie says, crestfallen. “It just feels icky if she isn’t into it.”

“We know. We’ll make it simple.” She unties Kayla’s wrist and her off the cross and into an embrace.

“Oh,” Kayla says, startled. “Gosh. Thank you. You’re very sweet. But I’m not traumatized or anything.”

“Not yet,” Elsa says.

“Huh?”

Kayla spots Kylie approaching with a huge paddle with a heart cutout.

“Colby,” Kylie commands, the veneer of seriousness is paper-thin. It’s all she can do not to cackle madly.

Colby yanks Kayla’s shorts down, and Elsa holds her tight. Colby pulls up Kayla’s underwear, giving her a brutal wedgie and exposing plenty of pale booty. Without hesitation, Kylie swings the paddle like a pro baseball player, delivering a smack so loud and sharp that Cassie flinches.

Kayla lets out a strangled cry and falls to the ground, her buttock reddening instantly, with the heart-shape clearly visible.

“There,” Kylie says, leaning the paddle on her shoulder. “That’s your official punishment from CCL. Go ahead and tell everyone what we’ve done.”

“Jesus,” Kayla says with tears in her eyes, fixing her underwear and pulling up her shorts. “Ow!”

“And one more thing. That was official CCL business.” Kylie seizes Kayla by the collar of her shirt and pulls her up, cocking her fist back. “This is personal. Tell me who wanted my knickers, or you’ll be hooking up with Flynn in the ICU.”

This is significantly more effective; Kayla’s actually shaken. “OK! OK! Jesus fuck.” She pulls free, opening her mouth in a silent expression of pain. She reaches for her bottom with both hands, leaning over slightly. “Oh my god. Psycho. OK, look. Look. Look.” She’s surrounded by CCL girls in BDSM gear, and now she’s starting to feel what they wanted her to feel five minutes ago. “OK. I can tell you where I was taking them. OK? I can’t name names.”

“Why would we want to know that?” Apple asks.

“So we can kick his ass,” Elsa replies. “Let’s go get him.” She seems eager to shift the focus away from Kayla.

“You know the old skate park? That’s where we meet,” Kayla says.

“Colby, get her phone. You can have it back in the morning,” Kylie says. “Can’t have you warning anyone. Now piss off.”

Cassie isn’t sure that she approves of Kylie’s methods, but the blonde has effectively handled this matter.

“Don’t feel bad,” Apple whispers to Cassie. “I’d have done the same.”

Cassie wasn’t feeling especially bad, but it’s a sweet gesture. She squeezes Apple’s hand. “Thanks.”

“OK.” Kayla looks uncertainly at her phone in Colby’s hand, then waves. “See you tomorrow, I guess. Weirdos.”

“You’re stealing underwear, and we’re the weirdos?” Colby asks.

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Are you trying to get your ass kicked?” Colby picks up the paddle. “You still got one cheek to sit on. We can change that.”

“OK, jeez!”

Kayla’s leaving. Cassie can discreetly give her the panties from Leni’s room if she wants to. Or she can scold Kylie for her vulgar methods.

Give Kayla the underwear? CCL’s fancy European prez probably won’t even notice.

Or talk to Kylie about impulse control and being nicer?