A Flirt-Filled Investigation

Helen Sanders

If there's one thing this whole Cunningham thing has taught me, it's that the record keeping in this school is absolutely atrocious. I thought it was bad back when I was first trying to get information on Matt, but now I realize it's way worse than I initially thought. After eventually giving up on that method, I tried asking some of the staff if they knew either of the girls. That's when I learned that despite our school being relatively small, we have more than two students with the last name "Cunningham," so I didn't get very far there either.

For my most recent attempt, I tried heading to some of the sororities since I knew one of the twins was involved with one. Unfortunately, no one was willing to help when they realized the Dean of Students was looking for one of their sisters. I can only assume it's some kind of unspoken honor code. I'm not sure. It probably won't surprise anyone to hear that I was never involved in any of that kind of stuff when I was a student.

So that brings us to this. This little investigation with Violet. It occurred to me recently that Violet is much more intelligent than she may initially seem. While she frequently gets wrapped up in trying to have fun, the more I pay attention to her, the more I realize just how perceptive she can be when she focuses. Consider it another reason why I wanted her help.

After running through all my previous attempts with her, the young woman drops the playfulness and begins to seriously think. I must admit, it was interesting seeing her switch gears so quickly like that.

"Hmm... it sounds like we need someone with a lot of connections. I mean, from the short time I spent with Christina and Skye, they both seemed pretty social. Granted one seemed social in more of a mean girl kind of way, but they both seemed like people who know people, if that makes sense," Violet voices her thought process out loud.

"I think I see what you're getting at. If we find a student with a large enough friend group, there's a decent chance they might know at least one of the Cunningham twins. Or at the very least might know someone who knows," I reply.

"That's it!" Violet declares with a snap of her fingers. "Who do we know that's willing to talk to anyone and everyone, yet is still somehow able to remember each person they meet by name?"

"Daisy Williams!" We both call out simultaneously. How did I not think of that earlier? Everyone knows Daisy. I'm not even a student and I know her. In fact, I actually knew Daisy before Matt brought her to my office. And just like Violet said, if you know who Daisy is, then Daisy knows who you are.

Once we both finish speaking, Violet almost instantly closes the distance between us, grabs me, and plants a firm kiss on my lips. At first, I can't help but stiffen up in surprise, but as she holds me in her tight grip, I find myself naturally melting into her arms. Goodness me, this girl is something else. I need her to teach me how to be so irresistible. With all the sexy women I'm going to be surrounded by soon, I could use some more moves.

After a few glorious moments, our kiss ends. I stare into Violet's eyes while she gives me a big smile.

"What was that for?" I ask curiously.

"It just felt right in the moment" is all the explanation she gives me. In all fairness, everything about that moment felt right.

"We should probably get moving before I end up throwing you onto the table," I tell her with what I hope is a mischievous glint.

"What makes you think I don't want to get thrown on the table?" She fires back.

"In case you forgot, we kind of have some work to do. But I'll tell you what: if we can get this twin business sorted out, we'll do something to reward ourselves," I say with a boop on Violet's nose.

"Deal!" She responds eagerly. "What are we waiting for? We need to talk to Daisy. And lucky for us, I just so happen to have a good idea of where she might be right now..."

With the first step of our investigation sorted out, the two of us leave my office to find Daisy. On the walk over, we spend a bit of time chatting and I learn just how good of a conversationalist Violet is. I always enjoy getting an opportunity to pick someone's brain, and I find that she does an excellent job providing a stimulating discussion, even if she never seems stop hitting on me while we talk. Though I must admit, I'm not exactly rejecting her advances. If anything, I'm doing my best to match her level of flirting, even if such a task does prove difficult.

After our little walk, we find ourselves in front of the Art and Humanities building. This wasn't really where I was expecting to end up, but I'm starting to learn to trust Violet. That being said, if you know anything about me, you know I always like to ask questions when I don't know something. About the only time I try to restrain myself is around Matt since he's my boss and I don't want to bother him with unnecessary questions.

"I didn't know Daisy was into art," I say as a way for Violet to hopefully elaborate on what she knows.

"She's not. In fact, I don't think she knows anything about it. She just discovered that a lot of students here aren't bothered by all her talking, so she likes to come here a lot. If you ask me, the only reason they tolerate her is because she spends half the time talking how good she thinks all of their art is," Violet explains. Ah, I see. Daisy loves to give compliments and the art majors love when people praise their work. A match made in heaven, I suppose.

Violet and I quickly learn that there's actually a new display set up in the student gallery right now. And sure enough, when we walk in, we find Daisy cheerfully chatting up another student, presumably the one whose exhibit this is.

"I really like this one! It just has such a pretty color palette. It reminds me of this one time that I went to the beach with my best friend when I was a kid and..." Daisy rambles on.

As she speaks, I notice the more-than-subtly sway of her ginormous breasts. How could you not? She still wears outfits that are two sizes too small for her, making her impressive assets even more noticeable. Ever since I saw Violet suck milk directly from that girl's nipples, I've been wanting to experience the same thing for myself. Just another way that Violet's perversions seem to be rubbing off on me.

"Hey, Daisy! You got a second?" Violet calls out, apparently having walked further into the gallery while I was distracted.

The moment Daisy notices Violet, she becomes a little more nervous. That fact becomes even more clear when she notices me standing in the doorway. The smile never leaves her face, but it's not hard to tell that we caught her off guard. I give her a small wave to try and put her at ease a bit, but I don't think it really helps. Violet is undoubtedly better with people than I am.

"Um... hi, guys. I didn't expect to see you here," Daisy responds. "Why don't we... find somewhere a little more private to talk..."

To try to make Daisy feel more comfortable, we decide to grant her request and find a quiet place to talk. Once the three of us are alone, I notice the big breasted girl fidget with her clothes. The extra movement only draws my eyes even more toward her chest. I'm sure if I had the will to look away, I would find Violet doing the exact same thing.

"Were we supposed to have another session today? I'm sorry! I must have forgotten. It's a bit embarrassing that you guys had to come get me. It almost makes me feel like some kind of animal that can't take care of herself. That doesn't really make any sense, does it? Just forget I said anything. So, should I take my top off here or..." Daisy once again starts to ramble.

I have to put my hand up to stop Daisy. As hot as this girl is, it's difficult to stay aroused when she talks so much. As rude as it may be to say, that attribute she got that makes her go mindless when she needs to be milked is a bit of a relief. Maybe I should start scheduling her sessions further apart to ensure she's more tranced out when she stops by my office. I'll have to consider that idea later.

"Calm down, Daisy. Your next milking isn't until Friday," I tell her bluntly.

"Oh, well that's a relief," Daisy responds with a hefty sigh. "So then why did you guys want me? You want to have a girl talk or something? I actually heard this one story about-"

"Actually, we wanted to ask you something," Violet thankfully interrupts before Daisy can start her story. "Do you by any chance know the Cunningham twins?"

"You mean Skye and Christina? Of course I do! They both work part-time at Cozy Roasters. I met them there one day when I was getting an iced latte. Let me tell you, those lattes are fantastic. I think they make their own vanilla syrup or something because..."

Cozy Roasters... I know I've heard that name before... oh that's right! Cozy Roasters is the name of the coffee shop in the school's library! I actually remember way back when we first decided to open that place. We were trying to find way to earn a bit of extra revenue while also encouraging students to go to the library. For some reason, no matter how broke college kids are, they're always willing to buy some overpriced coffee. Even I don't think I can work out the math on that one.

"Do you, by any chance, know if either of the twins are working there right now?" I ask Daisy once she's finished with her tangent.

"Probably. I usually see at least one of them there whenever I stop by. Although, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen them both there at the same time. Doesn't that seem weird? I mean, they're sisters. Unless they don't like each other or something. Do you think that's possible? I know that I sometimes fight with my brother, but I'd still be happy to work the same shift as him because then..."

How does Matt manage to keep this girl quiet? I don't feel like she was this talkative when he was around. I'll have to work on making sure she knows her place. Cows don't talk, after all. Considering that I'm second in command now, it really would be in my best interest to start learning how to best keep these women in line. Something to think about. For now though, let's just focus on one thing at a time.

We let Daisy talk until she starts to run out of steam (something that takes a bit too long for my liking). Once she's finished, we say our goodbyes and make our way to the library. On the way out, Violet gives me a slap on my butt and tells me I did a good job. There was a point in my life were I probably would have been offended if someone did that to me, but now, I can't help but be turned on. I wonder if she could somehow convince Matt to start doing that to me too...

As we get closer to the library, I find myself getting excited. I always get a rush when I finish a task for Matt, and I finally feel like I'm getting somewhere with this one. I suppose I have Violet to thank for that. Getting her involved was definitely a good call.

Finally, we make it. Sitting just inside the library, tucked away in a corner is the Cozy Roasters coffee shop. The place is relatively quiet, with only a few people standing in line. I exchange a glance with Violet, who nods, indicating that she's just as ready as I am. We step inside and I look around at who's behind the counter, only to realize I have no idea what either of these girls look like. Luckily, my concern is put to rest when Violet taps me on the shoulder.

"Over there. That's one of them," she says in a hushed voice.

I follow Violet's gaze until I'm met by the sight of a tall, slender girl standing behind the cash register. She has short blonde hair that just barely reaches her shoulders and a petite frame despite being around my height, maybe even an inch or two taller. Instantly when I lay my eyes on her, I can tell she's one of Matt's girls. How can I tell? Simply put: it's because I find myself extremely attracted to her. That seems to be a trend when it comes to my taste in women, for some reason.

"Is that mean twin or nice twin?" I ask.

"Nice. She's the one who helped me up after her asshole sister knocked me over," Violet answers, still clearly bitter about the event.

So this is it. I finally know what one of these girls looks like. Now one question remains: is this Christina or Skye? The pig or the dominatrix? On one hand, her hair, makeup, and outfit all seems pretty well done, but on the other, she seems to be greeting everyone with a smile and just in general is being nice. It seems that whichever identity she ended up with, it's still developing. Which means we'll have to wait and see if anything happens.

Violet and I do our best to keep a low profile as we watch this woman for any noticeable signs of either messiness or dominance. Just as we're starting to lose hope, I catch something. A man is standing in front of the counter, trying to decide what to order. As the barista waits for him, I notice a slight change in attitude. It's subtle at first, but the longer it takes him to decide, the more I think I might have an inkling of which identity she ended up with. And then it happens. The moment my suspicions are confirmed.

"Oh my god! Will you just pick something already? Actually, you know what? Since you want to waste my time, I'm just going to decide for you," she sternly tells him, clearly fed up.

"I... um... but..." the man stutters before sighing. "Yes, Ma'am."

Violet and I look at each other. I can see the worry in her eyes. I'm sure she can see the same in mine. I doubt Matt is going to be happy when he finds out, but it looks like we just found Skye Cunningham...