Who dun it?

Well the mission to find the cameras was a bust. Apparently the school turned them off because "We're following all the rules, but we know something about this year is illegal." That's comforting. So you're back to gumshoeing it.

Luckily you know a pretty reliable informant.

Mind, aka Flat Chested Mindy, aka Mindy No Tits, aka Mindy's A Hottie Now?

The bizarrely misplaced confidence in her laundry filled bra has really transformed the formerly mousey girl into a **** of nature. She sneers at women, and boys are actually coming on to her. It's amazing, she's a natural flirt too. Whipping around an omnipresent lollipop like a scepter in her court, then wrapping her lips around it at just the right moment.

"Hey Mindy, I..." You begin, but she cuts you off.

"Do you want a tit job?" She say frankly. In fact she says it so calmly, and so forcefully, that you're a little intimidated. She was almost a foot shorter than you!

"Ummm haha, what?" Real smooth.

"You put your cock, between my tits, and you fuck them, until you cum. I heard you hooked up with that slut Stella, and I know it's just because she has big tits. Well they're big, but they're not bigger than mine. Plus hers are all saggy, and sweaty, and meaty."

You laugh nervously again. You'd told her that she looked down on the women in school with real tits. It was interesting to see that order be channeled through her personality. At her core Mindy was an insecure person, but now she was channeling those insecurities as a competitive streak against other large chested women.

"Well if he doesn't want it, I'll volunteer."

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

Three guys at the table all jumped on the chance to jump on Mindy.

You roll your eyes. "Well Mindy I'm not going to say no to an interesting experience. But I actually came here for info."

She smiles. "Info usually means a reward for me, right?"

"Yeah." You shrug. "I thought up something for you the other day."

'What is it?" She leans forward, her fake breasts pressing against her arms, practically drowning them.

"Well Lacey and Hannah have both been assigned their roles in the school. But all the other students who donated their underwear to your tremendous breasts have been waiting for inspiration to strike. How about I give them over to you?"

"Liiiiiiike?"

"Like to be your toys, or servants, or slaves, or friends, or pets, or whatever. It's up to you."

She smirks and cocks her head to the side like a noise just went off. "Did you hear that?"

You look around. "What?"

"That... that sounds like a deal to me." She grins, and plops her sucker back in. "Whuddya'wanna'know?"

"Has anyone been sneaking over to my room at night? Possibly the other day?"

She makes a sour face. "Why would I know that? Aren't there cameras?"

You'd think! "Fine, have any of the girls been sneaking out of the dorm?"

"Oh sure, Pricilla sneaks out all the time."