That's the wrong Pat

“That’s the wrong Pat!” Cindy called out. Her voice was somewhat muffled.

“WHAT?!!” a pair of voices cried out in unison. You felt the weight shift on your chest and hips. A flurry of syllables too soft and fast for you to make out sounded from above your head and hips.

You blinked as light suddenly reappeared. As your eyes adjusted you found yourself staring at a pair of white silk panties. Just to the left of those panties was a small butterfly shaped birthmark that was almost invisible against the smooth yellow skin of a shapely thigh. You had no doubt who the thigh belonged to. You looked up as the skirt covering you is pulled further back. A pair of almond shaped brown eyes looked back. You had no problem recognizing the smooth delicate features surrounding those brown eyes.

“Oops…” Kamika Inamato said. A second face appeared next to Kami’s. It had the same brown, almond shaped eyes. It had same smooth delicate features.

“Sorry Pat,” Mikami Inamato added. Mikami was Kamika’s identical twin sister. Mirror image would have been a better description. They had the same features just on opposite sides. To make matters worse, they dressed in identical “uniforms”. They both wore white linen blouses and royal blue, knee-length skirts. White socks with a small blue tassel ended just below the knee. They were covered by black saddle shoes. A blue square-bottomed kerchief with white trim, much like sailor’s wore, was tied about their necks.

The most obvious difference, although usually hidden under their knee-length skirts, were their butterfly shaped birthmarks. Mikami’s was on her right thigh instead of her left thigh like Kamika. The other noticeable difference was that Kamika was left-handed while Mikami was right handed. It wasn’t something that could not be seen directly. It was more visible in things they did. Obviously they used their good hand for writing. However, you noticed that both had lopsided grins, they both raised their mouth on the side of their good hand more than their weak hand. The knot on the kerchief about their neck also reflected whether they were right-handed or left-handed.

“Are you okay?” they asked in unison.

“It’s hard to tell with you sitting on me.” You answered. The Inamato twins giggled. With a nod, they jumped to their feet together. With a twisting flip, they landed on the floor to either side of you. A hand grabbed each bicep and helped you to your feet. It was easy to underestimate the strength in those two girls. You stood nearly foot taller than them. You had to have seventy-five pounds on them. Yet, neither showed the strain as they steadied you. Giving the twins a nod and a smile you turned to face Cindy.

“What’s going on?” you asked her.

“It Parma Nagasi,” Cindy started. Parma preferred to be called Pat. He liked to think of himself as a lady’s man. The ladies thought of him as an asshole. “Over the past two week he’s been a huge nuisance with his requests.”

“What does he want?” you asked.

“The same thing you do…” Cindy said with a wolfish smile. Linda also had a large smile on her lips. Both Kami and Mika giggled. All four women were staring at the same spot. Your eyes automatically followed their gaze. Eight inches of man meat was sticking straight out from a fist sized scrotum. “Only he didn’t want to take no for an answer. So I arranged a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.”

“Using Kamika and Mikami…” you prompted.

“They weren’t going to hurt him,” Cindy countered, “Just embarrass him.”

“And just what did you think would happen when he told Dean Mason about the attack?” you asked. Cindy’s jaw dropped. It was obvious that Cindy hadn’t thought about the consequences. The worried look on Linda’s face indicated she too understood what would happen. The Inamato twins would be expelled. More than likely, so would Cindy. Even Linda was as likely as not to be expelled. Both Kami and Mika turned pale and were trembling. As bad as being expelled would have been, it was nothing compared to facing their sensei, great-grandfather, and telling him how they had abused the skills he had taught them.

“You aren’t going to tell,” Kamika started. Her voice faltered.

“Are you?” Mikami finished. Her voice was just as shaky as her sister’s.