SS Undercover Ch 12

“Hey!” Cassie says sternly, getting Colby’s attention. She puts her hands on her hips. “Can we be a little nicer?” She turns her reproving glare on Kylie, who is not about to look chastened, but she does deflate a little.

“Safe travels,” Kylie says with a little wave as Kayla leaves.

Elsa watches her go sadly.

“Happy?” Kylie asks, folding her arms.

“You wouldn’t really have hit her, right?” Cassie asks.

“Not over underwear. Course, we all know what we have to do now,” Kylie says, grabbing a riding crop.

“Bondage orgy,” Colby says, straightening her glasses. “Is what I would say, but I ate a lot of chips upstairs.”

“Put everything back so Leni doesn’t find out we did this?” Apple suggests.

“No!” Kylie brandishes the crop. “We have to go and confront the mastermind! Ying, why are you naked?”

“I don’t need the costume anymore, right? How do we wash these?”

“Put it back on,” Kylie orders, pointing the crop. “We’re going out.”

“We aren’t going out in these,” Elsa laughs.

“I’ll do your chores for a month.”

Elsa blinks. “I mean, what I meant to say is that I’ve always been a huge exhibitionist, and I love this idea that I haven’t heard yet.”

Cassie just stares at Kylie, who seems to be sobering up a little, but that’s not making her more sensible. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t come all the way to the United States and join the most transgressive sorority ever just to not form a vengeance posse in bondage clothes to go out and traumatize what I assume is some pimple-faced, basement-dwelling nerd who’s never spoken to a woman before. I came here to have fun, and this is my chance.”

“I thought it was to study sports medicine,” Ying says mildly, putting on her clothes. “I can do my own chores, thank you.”

Kylie scowls at her as she leaves.

“Well, I have goosebumps. That was a better speech than Gladiator. Can I at least put on a coat?” Colby asks.

“No.”

“What is the purpose of doing this?” Cassie asks.

“CCL street cred, I guess,” Elsa says. “And if Prez ever finds out we did it, she will lose her mind. That’s the main reason.”

Kylie gives a little shrug of agreement.

Cassie is baffled. “Have you guys tried talking to this girl that you all hate so much? Didn’t you elect her?”

“It’s complicated,” Colby says.

“Do we have a safe driver?” Cassie asks.

“You,” Elsa and Kylie say in unison.

“Oh my god.”

SS Undercover

Cassie finds herself behind the wheel of Colby’s Sorento. Kylie fiddles with her phone in the passenger seat. Elsa, Colby, and Apple are squeezed in the back. It’s probably not illegal to go outside in what amounts to theatrical underwear, but in conservative Gurlberg, it’s not a great idea. It’s late on a Friday night, though. Gurlberg has a tiny police ****, and there are really only three bars in the county—so that’s where the action is. Besides, it’s not like they plan to parade down main street.

Even so, for all her silliness, Kylie has the right idea. Cassie doesn’t know what to expect if they manage to confront this person, but the women of CCL showing up dressed like this—Cassie would never forgive herself if she missed out.

So, she drives with excessive caution, half because of the way she and her passengers are dressed, and half because while she’s not as drunk as some, she’s had a few.

“Come on, grandma. You’ll miss the rendezvous,” Kylie says.

“We don’t even have an exact time for the rendezvous,” Cassie counters.

“So, we set an ambush,” Colby suggests eagerly.

“I like that,” Apple says.

Even rush hour is tame in Gurlberg, and this isn’t rush out. The town seems dead, but in a comfortingly late-night, peaceful way. Funny come from the backseat. Giggles. A little slap. Cassie risks a look at the rearview, but she’s taller than Colby, so she’d have to adjust it. She wants to focus on the road.

“What’s going on back there?” she asks.

Kylie turns in her seat. “Elsa is toying with Colby’s nubile, virginal body. I sort of understand. That outfit invites it. She’s asking for it.”

“You picked this outfit!” Colby shrieks. “Agh! Stoppit!”

“I think she’s ticklish,” Apple notes, a hint of envy in her voice.

“No shit,” Elsa says. “Colby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard with a strap.”

Cassie’s brows rise. “That escalated.”

These women are getting carried away. ****, shenanigans, and now the late hour—they’re tired, but wired. These are not the right conditions for good choices. Cassie came to CCL to take pictures, not to babysit. Now she’s not even in the building she’s supposed to be photographing. And her shorts are getting farther away, with stolen panties in the pocket.

She glances over at the blonde beside her. Kylie’s ridiculous, her outfit does not fit, she’s tired and messy, so her hair and grooming are far from polished—but she’s having the time of her life, so she is radiant. Cassie sighs. Guys aren’t the only ones allowed to do dumb things for pretty girls.

The skate park is unfamiliar to Cassie, and it’s been shut down for a long time, but it’s still on Google. It’s less than ten minutes out of town, and the swamp roads at night are terrifyingly dark.

But the skate park isn’t.

The Sorento rolls to a halt on cracked pavement. The parking lot isn’t big, and the shapes of the bowls, ledges, and pipes look intimidating. It’s all stained, broken, and overgrown.

The headlights of at least a dozen motorcycles have a good portion of the place lit up like noon.

“What?” Kylie says softly as they stare through the windshield. It looks like there’s a bunch of women gathered up ahead. Or maybe two groups of them.

Elsa leans up between the seats to look. “The fuck is this? Is that the biker chicks from the bar?”

Cassie has no idea, and Kyle’s at a loss. They all expected one nerdy guy, maybe two, not… this.

Go see what’s going on?

Or get out of there?