Unsure

Lopez sees your indecision and sees through you. She takes your hand and pulls you over. Blushing, you go with it. She gently steers you, turning you around so you back is against her chest. She puts her arms around you.

“You CCL girls live up to your reputation,” she concedes.

“Oh no,” you say unconvincingly. “This cop is interrogating me. Someone save me.”

“Shut up,” she says in your ear, smiling. You shiver in her arms and wonder what to do with her hands. You reach back, finding her coat and pulling on it, but she’s in charge. Her hands caress your body over your clothes. Your hot skin tingles and your heartbeat is out of control. You knew this woman had noticed you, but you didn’t expect her to make a move. You’re glad that she is.

You tilt your head back, inviting a kiss, but she doesn’t give it to you. Instead, her hands slip into your shirt, and you start to tense as her fingers explore your bare skin. She’s strong, and she holds you tight. You can’t help but wiggle when she reaches your breasts. Her rubbing and squeezing and her breath on your neck are driving you crazy. You whimper pathetically and hiss when she tweaks your hard nipple.

You close your eyes, embarrassed when she slides her hand into your jammy pants and underwear because of how hot and soaked you are down there, but she doesn’t say anything. You look up at her again, more needily this time. Instead of kissing you, she puts her other hand over your mouth.

You hear the squishing of her fingers between your legs and your own muffled gasps as she takes a minute to thoroughly explore you down there before putting one finger on the hood of your clit and pressing. You almost thrash in her arms, then start to hunch over as she rubs a circle. She keeps your mouth covered so your hoarse panting doesn’t get out. Lopez also keeps a tight hold on your body so you don’t fall as she brings you off. Your dripping, quivering thighs squeeze her hand, and she gives you a light nip on your ear as you shudder.

“Mmm…” you moan in satisfaction. You are so worked up. She’s so good. All you want to do is tear at her clothes and find a bed… but she withdraws her dripping hand and wipes it on your shirt.

“Ready to work now?” she asks quietly.

You give her a pouting look, but Lopez isn’t budging.

Still a bit unsteady on your feet, you stand up straight as she lets you go.

“Later?” you ask, not ashamed to whine a little.

“Maybe,” Lopez replies. The smell of your arousal is strong. She’s got to be pretty turned on too, but… she didn’t come here for co-eds.

Well, you owe her for what she just did. “What are we looking for?” you ask, smoothing out your clothes. There’s a stain between your legs and another on your shirt, but… it’s CCL. You’re still red in the face and breathing hard. You need to recover.

“Here. Something tells me you aren’t the one who sent it,” Lopez says, taking something out of her pocket. It’s a… note, or a letter, and it’s like from a movie! Someone has cut out letters from magazines to make a message, and glued them to this thing. It reads:

ThreE is NOt eNougH

“Three is not enough,” you read aloud. “What’s that mean?”

“I think it’s a reference to the fact that three people have disappeared here,” Lopez replies. “I don’t know who sent it, and I don’t know what they mean. It has to be someone who knows I’m looking at the cold cases out of this place.”

“Cold cases to do with CCL?”

“Right.”

“The disappearances. OK,” you say, understanding. “So what are we looking for?”

“Someone’s hiding something. There’s a lot of generational action here. Isn’t there?”

“My mom was CCL,” you say proudly, raising your hand.

“Yours and the mothers or aunts of half the girls here,” Lopez says. “Someone knows something. And something’s going on. Somebody sent this to me, and they must have had a reason. What’s your Mom’s name?”

“Am I a suspect now?”

“There’s no suspect because there’s no crime.”

“You said three people disappeared.”

“Long before anyone in this house now was here. Nobody here did that.”

Good point. Hmm. “So,” you say, licking your lips. You put your hands on her coat. “If I help you with your kinky Nancy Drew roleplay game, will you stay the night?” You look up at her, letting your absolute desire for her be obvious.

“I’ll think about it,” she says, still looking confident and sexy.

“Fine.” You get your phone back out and turn on the light. “I’ll look this way.”

“OK.” Lopez nods and goes the other way. You start poking around the attic. You find your big, framed group photos. Old banners and decorations. There’s a lot. There are several old suitcases, full of clothes. That’s interesting. You kneel and pick up a fat, yellow envelope. You open it up and take a look, finding tons of photographs inside. They’re old and… explicit. You shine your light, looking with interest. The nature of the photos and the hairstyles give away that this has to be the early eighties or late seventies, and it’s clearly some hazing. The photos are not well-taken, but there are tons of nude pledges on what looks like the lawn, and other girls obviously bullying them. One photo shows a girl bent over with a lit candle in her… oh gosh.

The floor creaks behind you.

You jump and drop all the photos. They go everywhere. Someone is behind you, and it’s not Lopez. She went the other way.

It’s dark.

Should you ask who's there? Or use your light?