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Chapter 9 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

What's her plan?

A Kid Named Killer

(Originally by Stretchweasel)

A plan crystallized in June's head. It seemed sound, but it would require that she bite the bullet first. She looked up the sidewalk to where the kids were still standing, still laughing at her and her coworkers.

"Hey, you," she said, calling out to the girl who spanked her. "Can I talk to you?"

She was a skinny girl of probably thirteen years old with chin-length hair and a boyish pair of board shorts. She gave June a smug smirk as she approached, looking her up and down.

"What's shaking, Blondie?" she said.

"My tits, mostly," said June. "You've heard of tits, right?"

"Uh-huh," said the girl, pointing her camera phone directly at June's crotch. "Hold still..."

"Speaking of which, I found a falsie back there and it looks like it probably belongs to you. Do you want it back?"

"Huh? I..." The girl's composure broke and her hands snapped to her chest protectively. By the time she realized that June had tricked her, her friends were in a fit of laughter. She glared at June, her face a deep red.

"How 'bout we talk in private?" June said with a pleasant smile.



June and the girl found a corner behind the dumpsters.

"What's your name, kid?" said June.

"Killer," she replied.

"Really?"

"I'm not giving my real name to a naked lady in the street. Killer is what my friends call me. Short for 'Lady Killer', because I'm good at embarrassing stupid Barbie-dolls like yourself."

"Oh, a tomboy, are we? Yeah, I know your type."

"I doubt that, Blondie."

"You develop slowly and the other girls don't hang out with you, so you hang out with the boys and endear yourself to them by providing them with boobs. You take pictures in the women's showers, push classmates out of the locker room, cut holes in the back of the beautiful homeroom teacher's skirt... How much of this sounds familiar?"

"Shut up. What do you want, anyway?"

"I have a job for you. Since you're a cute little kid, I want you to help me strip all the women in the hazmat team. All you need to do is make them think you're infected."

Killer raised an eyebrow. "If I do that, I'll end up like you."

"No, you won't. You're a kid. They wouldn't strip a kid out in public. You'll be undressed privately in their mobile command center and given a paper gown. I didn't have them get rid of the child-sized gowns."

"That still sounds pretty embarrassing. Why should I want that to happen?"

"Because I need to get into that mobile command center. If you can help me get in, I can trigger the alert on all of their suits. Each one of them will think they've had a breach, and they'll need to be stripped."

"That's why you want to get in. I asked why I want to get in."

"How 'bout this: You help me, and I'll make you a hero to all your guy friends. I'll come to your school and pretend to pick on you, then you can strip me naked in front of everyone. Tie me to the flag pole, let them all take selfies with me... whatever you want, and I'll act really embarrassed the whole time."

"I don't know..." said Killer. "I mean, some of the guys have already seen you."

"What if I brought two of my female friends? Two friends who will be authentically embarrassed when you strip them?"

"Deal."

What's next?

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