Message-ID: <34972asstr$1012255801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: karigold_sky@hotmail.com (Kari Gold) Reply-To: karigold_sky@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <3c55adf9.33710125@news.chi.sbcglobal.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 13:56:23 CST X-UserInfo1: [[PA@SRD^ZUGSVDXNKK^_T\B\JYL@DHLLBWLOOAFJYWZUYICD^RAQBKZQTZTX\_I[^G_KGFNON[ZOE_AZNVO^\XGGNTCIRPIJH[@RQKBXLRZ@CD^HKANYVW@RLGEZEJN@\_WZJBNZYYKVIOR]T]MNMG_Z[YVWSCH_Q[GPC_A@CARQVXDSDA^M]@DRVUM@RBM X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 19:56:23 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Kari Gold, Teen P.I. #1 - Basic Blackmail, Part 1 (intro, first day of high school, tease) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 17:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates, dennyw Kari Gold, Teen P.I. #1 - Basic Blackmail, Part 1 (intro, first day of high school, tease) This story is my property ... not that anyone would want to steal it, but, hey, who knows what kind of weirdos are out there. Oh yeah, adults only, too (yeah, right!) Thus begins the saga of Kari Gold's high school years. More installments to follow. BTW, all my stories can be googled at: http://groups.google.com/groups?q=group:alt.sex.stories.moderated+author:karigold_sky%40hotmail.com&hl=en Kari Gold - Teen P.I. #1 Basic Blackmail .... Why can't you scream? You push the air out of your lungs, let it surge over the cords of your larynx, unbridled. Again and again ... but nothing floods into your ears. No sound. Just an aching bleat, a stifled whimper, the aborted aftermath of a stillborn scream. At some point in the struggle, you lose your hands, your feet, then your arms and finally your legs. Your flailing limbs are stripped from you one at a time like articles of clothing, then bound up in haphazard knots, wet bed sheets coiled into a tensile straightjacket. Cold wet concrete scrapes against your bare skin like dirty, dry ice, scalding your thighs with a rash of goose pimples. Over the prickles of their laughter, you can hear the pounding surf of your heart. Somewhere, through the tears, past the miasma of stale urine and ripe excrement, beyond the thick press of thighs and fingernails is freedom .... freedom and ... ---- " ... HIGH SCHOOL." Juanita Walker announced as the Erde's Plymouth Voyager turned the corner of Campus Avenue. Suddenly, Stratford High School loomed ahead at 12 o'clock high. Juanita was sitting behind the driver's seat next to a very nervous Amy Hovan. In the seats behind Juanita and Amy sat Sue Jurkowski and Kari Gold. "We finally made it, guys," Juanita tried to inject some enthusiasm into the scene. "We almost didn't," Pam Erde observed from the front passenger seat, turning back a moment to glare in Sue Jurkowski's direction. The breasty blond was staring anxiously at her reflection in the window, though, straightening the starched white collar beneath her bulky cheerleading sweater and not even noticing her best friend's scowl. REALLY annoyed now, Pam turned her attention back through the front windshield. Chewing the inside of her lip, the willowy brunette silently studied the large brick building which grew closer with every revolution of the Voyager's tires. Eight grade levels worth of anticipation and dread had at long last culminated in this, the DEFINING moment for her first fourteen years of life - the first day of high school. A shiver ran through her slender frame, and suddenly she felt a reassuring hand close tightly around her tensed fingers. Pam turned towards the driver's seat, exchanging a pained nervous smile with her father, Ben Erde. Besides being the girls' chauffer, Mr. Erde was also a Social Studies teacher at Stratford High. Now that his eldest daughter and all her friends had finally reached high school, Ben had the unenviable task of driving them to school each and every morning until graduation. The very thought of the next four years made him crave a cigarette even though he'd quit almost ten years prior. Already on their first day of high school, the quintet of freshman girls had faced a MAJOR CRISIS. After a summer's worth of pre-planning, a daily schedule had been agreed to by EVERYONE involved -- kids and parents. The girls would meet at the Erde's by 7:30AM so they could be at school by 7:45AM. As a teacher, Mr. Erde was required to arrive at least thirty minutes before the 8:15AM tardy bell. The half hour would also give the girls a chance to finish their homework or get any extra classroom help they needed. Yet, despite all their prior preparation, Sue Jurkowski STILL hadn't arrived at the Erde's until almost 8:00AM. Now the girls and Mr. Erde risked being late for their first day of school. "Come on, guys!?" Juanita Walker half demanded and half implored. "Let it go already. So we're a little late. Big deal ..." "Sam Houston was a little late at the Alamo," Kari Gold quipped from her seat in back of the mini-van. "We're like TOTALLY screwed." Mr. Erde laughed. He was the only one. "Thanks, Mr. E.," Kari acknowledged her friend's father. "I'm glad someone got that." "We got it," Juanita snapped back at her best friend. "We just didn't think it was funny, that's all." "This coming from someone who thinks Amanda Bynes and Carrot Top are comic geniuses .." Kari fired back. "Guys ..?" Amy Hovan interjected. "Can you please NOT?" "Amy's right," Mr. Erde joined in. "You'd be better off saving the 'attitude' for the upperclassmen. Something tells me you're going to need it." "My dad's right," Pam added. "Remember our pact. No matter WHAT, we ALL stick together. It's us against them in there, okay ..? If we start turning on each other, we're dead meat." "Geez, Pams, you make it sound like we're going to prison," Juanita laughed. "Don't worry, 'Neets," Kari Gold cut in. "I got your back. I'm not going to let any cheerleaders make you their bitch." As soon as she spoke those words, Kari Gold regretted them. She looked apologetically over at Sue Jurkowski. "I'm sorry, Suze. It was just a joke .." But Sue didn't even seem to hear Kari. In fact, she was so out of it that she didn't seem to hear anything being said in the van. She just stared at her reflection in the window, a look of pure, blanched terror on her face. "Whatever?!" Kari Gold sighed to herself. For the life of her, Kari had NO IDEA why Sue might be reacting this way. Out of all the girls, Sue had the most reason to be ECSTATIC about the beginning of her high school career. At the end of the last school year, Sue had been accepted to the freshman cheerleading squad. Then in August, she'd spent six weeks attending a statewide cheerleading camp with the rest of Stratford High's squad. If anything, Sue Jurlowski should have been bouncing off the walls of the mini-van. Instead, she had the look of someone attending her own execution. In Kari Gold's eyes, her friend's newfound cheerleader status promised to be just the first of many potential pitfalls facing the five previously inseparable friends. Already, Sue's social circle was extending beyond their tight-knit quintet, and she DEFINITELY seemed different - more distant and aloof -- after returning home from cheerleading camp the previous week. Out of everyone, Pam was taking Sue's transformation the hardest. They'd been best friends since the first day of kindergarten, and Sue's lateness and ambivalence that morning only seemed to accentuate the growing gulf between them. "Look, we're not late." Mr. Erde pointed to the digital clock on his dashboard as he turned in to the school's parking lot. "It's only 8:10. You've got five minutes," he assured them. In another few seconds, he parked his car in his assigned spot. Doors flew open, and the girls readied themselves to join the throng of students flooding into the building. "Do you all have your schedules?" Mr. Erde asked. "Do you all know where your homerooms are?" "We've got it under control, dad," Pam snapped back. "We're not little kids, you know." "I know," Mr. Erde grinned helplessly. "I just .." "C'ya, dad!" Pam cut him off with a peck on his cheek before falling in with the rest of her friends. An instant later, the five friends were marching in formation, their tight phalanx gradually merging into the hordes of students storming the ramparts of Stratford High School. 2 "Do you need help?" The girl's voice startled Kari Gold's desperate eyes from their confused trance. The REAL shock came, however, when Kari turned to face the girl. Kari recognized her immediately: Gina Baldassario, senior captain of Stratford's varsity cheerleading team. And she was dressed in her uniform and EVERYTHING. For one of the first times in her life, Kari Gold found herself speechless. Dumbly, she pointed to her class schedule and then to the directional sign posted at the entrance to the 300 Hall. On her schedule next to "Period 1" was written "AP Biology - Mr. Burns - Room 322." The sign above the corridor, however, read: Rooms 300-320. "God," Gina exclaimed, "they make that SO confusing, don't they?" Kari just shook her head in reply. "Go up those stairs," Gina pointed to a flight of steps off to Kari's right. "That's the upper 300 hall. 322 is the first one on your left." The cheerleader paused then began talking again. "You know, you'd think they'd put a sign down here with an arrow pointing up for Rooms 321-340. But they don't. And don't even TRY to ask anyone on student council to work on it either. They're like WAY too busy taking bribes from Coke and Pepsi for exclusive rights to the cafeteria soda-pop machines to do anything CONSTRUCTIVE around here." She paused. "By the way, welcome to Stratford High," suddenly she was extending her hand, palm down, towards Kari Gold. "I'm Gina .. Gina Baldassario." "Hi," Kari Gold awkwardly shifted her books to her left hand so she could loosely clasp her right hand around Gina's fingers. "I thought I recognized you," Gina smiled back "You're the detective, right ..?" She turned her extended hand so that her palms faced up and gently squeezed Kari's fingers. "Mm hmm," Kari nodded. "I read about you in The Sentinel," Gina nodded back, still grasping Kari's hand. "You know, we can certainly use someone like you around here." "Umm .. thanks," Kari slowly and gently withdrew her hand from Gina's grip. "I'm .. um .. going to be late." Kari hunched her shoulder towards the crowded stairwell. "Thanks." "No prob," Gina smiled, giving Kari Gold a wave as the bewildered freshman alighted the stairwell and navigated her way to Room 322. "Now that was REALLY weird," Kari thought to herself as she entered the classroom. Scoping out the remaining empty seats, the anxious ninth-grade detective spied a spot next to Nicole Lurie. Relieved that she'd made it to her first class on time, Kari hustled towards the vacant desk as the last tardy bell rang. "Hey!" Nicole smiled at Kari. "Heya!" Kari smiled back as she sat down. Nicole was one of the few girls in her Advanced Placement classes that Kari could actually stand. All of the rest of the AP girls were either brownnosers like Norma Ventura and Casey Schrock or cheerleader-types like Devon Lindler and Qarri Klingbeil - yes, that was Qarri .. with a Q. "Here we are .. again," Nicole sighed. "Yeppers," Kari returned the sigh. "So how was your summer?" she politely asked. "All right .. nothing like yours, though," Nicole added. Obviously, she was referring to the slew of TV news stories and front-page headlines featuring Kari Gold, teen detective. During the twelve-week summer break, Kari had single-handedly brought down not one but TWO notorious local criminals. One curmudgeonly columnist in the Sentinel had even started a drive to get Kari Gold appointed as the state's Attorney General. "You're like a big celebrity now," Nicole observed. "Listen," Kari tried to keep smiling. "Can we just NOT talk about that, okay ..? I mean I just want to forget about all that and get back to normal if I can." "Sure," Nicole agreed. "I can understand that. Still I was like so psyched. I'm like: 'Hey, I know her ..'" "Welcome to AP Biology," a man's booming voice cut Nicole off. Immediately, all eyes focused on the front of the classroom. There, a tall, bearded man in a white lab coat stood, clipboard in hand. "I trust we can get started now ..?" he asked rhetorically, then paused a moment while all the students settled in. "I'm Mr. Burns," he continued, "and for the first semester of AP Biology we'll be studying Cytology - that is the study of cells and cellular organisms, from viruses and protozoa up through phylum chordata. Since this is an AP class, I will assume you all have mastered the basics of biology and that some of this material will be review. Thus, I will proceed without stopping to explain many of the basic terms and principles used in my lectures and the text. "If you find yourself lost in the first few days of this class," he went on, "THIS would be the time to SEE ME so we can transfer you into one of the regular bio classes. Coming up to me at mid-term and informing me that you haven't understood a DOGGONE thing I've said for the first 10 weeks will not buy you ANYTHING but my scorn and ridicule." He paused a moment to let his warning sink in. "If a question arises in class, PLEASE ask," he started speaking again. "Just make sure it is an APPROPRIATE question. For example, asking me to re-explain the sequencing processes of chromosomal mutation during meiosis would be an appropriate question. Asking me WHAT meiosis is, however, will only meet with my standard response to inappropriate questions, which is 'CTB.' For your edification, CTB means CHECK THE BOOK." He paused again. "By the time you finish this semester," he continued with a smile, "you will have completed coursework in Cytology equivalent to a similar course taken at the college level. One third of you sitting here will drop this course within three days. Another third of you will earn an average grade of C and be PROUD of this fact. Of the remaining third, 90% will earn Bs and only 10% -- that means only one or possibly two of you -- will earn As. Often, NONE of my AP students maintain an A average throughout the entire semester. Even less manage straight As when completing this course's second semester, which is Human Anatomy." He suddenly paused and looked down at his clipboard. "Christian Richardson .. the Fourth?" he asked slowly, raising his eyes back to the class when he finished reading the name. "Y..yes," a boy answered nervously from the back of the class. Christian was a bespectacled, introverted nose picker that was only in the AP program because his parents - two prominent local lawyers - had COERCED the school system to admit him. Despite his near-failing grades, Christian stuck it out in AP year after year while his parents donated thousands of dollars annually to the Program. Needless to say, Christian's well-known reputation as a 'hanger-on' made Kari wonder if Mr. Burns had singled out the boy on purpose or by accident. "A minute ago, I used the term 'meiosis.'" Mr. Burns fixated the boy in a withering gaze. "Can you refresh us all as to WHAT 'meiosis' means?" "Um .." Christian paused, his eyes darting around the room nervously. He was looking for anyone or anything that could help him. As always, though, the alienated boy was left to founder on his own. "Mr. Richardson?" Mr. Burns asked after 20 excruciating seconds had elapsed. Out of the corner of her eye, Kari spotted a sudden movement. Suddenly, Qarri Klingbeil, freshman cheerleader, sprang up from her desk and started shouting: "Stand up and yell it / stand up and scream. Let them know you're yelling / For the number #1 team. S.H.S. / the best - oh yes - that's right! Now stand up and yell it / for the good old red and white! Go RED! Go WHITE! " While she belted out the cheer, she kicked up her legs furiously. Instantly, her short, pleated skirt began sliding up her tanned, toned thighs to reveal ... "NO WAY!" Scotty Mayhew gasped from his vantage point in the desk directly to Qarri's left. It took a moment longer for everyone else in the class to catch on. Even Kari Gold couldn't believe what she was seeing. QARRI KLINGBEIL WAS WEARING NOTHING BENEATH HER CHEERLEADING SKIRT! No panties, not even a thong - NOTHING! And, to further add to the surreal display, her pink privates were TOTALLY SHAVED. Her smooth mons glistened with ice-cold perspiration and the unmistakable condensation of arousal. The whole classroom, even Mr. Burns, could only watch in shocked silence as Qarri completed her exhibitionistic cheer. Then, as suddenly as she sprang into life, Qarri slunk back down into her desk, tears streaming in jagged rivulets down her face scarlet cheeks. Needless to say, Mr. Burns had now completely forgotten about his impending inquisition of Christian Richardson. Trying not to appear totally flummoxed, the no-nonsense educator could only point to the classroom door and utter a hoarse, "Okay, let's go see the principal." An undertow of raucous giggles followed in the wake of the teacher's and cheerleader's brisk exit from the room. "Now what in the HELL do you suppose THAT was that all about?" Nicole whispered to Kari Gold. "I have no idea," Kari answered. "But I'm sure as HELL going to find out," the girl detective added under her breath. "SHIT!" Greg Tolliver bellowed. "We all just fucking saw Qarri Klingbeil's fucking pussy! Can you FUCKIN' believe this shit?! Qarri Klingbeil's shaved fucking pussy??!! Unbe-fucking-lievable!" "I bet they expel her," Casey Schrock trumpeted. "Hell, I bet they arrest her!" Norma Ventura kicked in with her two-cents. "Hey, Devon ..?" Trent Hillyer asked Devon Lindler, the class's other resident cheerleader. "Are you going au natural today, too?" "Yeah, Dev," Larry McPherson chimed in. "Why don't you stand up and show us what you've got on underneath your cheerleading skirt ..?" "Yeah, Dev," Barry Smyth piled on. "Do you shave your pussy, too?" "Fuck," Greg Tolliver guffawed. "I bet they shaved each others' pussies. Isn't that right, Dev? You like a smooth landing pad for your tongue, don't you?" He formed his index and middle fingers into a V, and wiggled his tongue between them. Unable to hold back any longer, Devon burst into tears, leaped up from her desk, and dashed headlong out the classroom door. "Something is going on here," Kari mused to herself while the classroom erupted into sadistic laughter and feverish, gossipy chatter. "Sure, it might be a coincidence," the girl detective reasoned silently. "But something certainly seems to be up with the cheerleaders here. First it was Suze -- she looked TOTALLY TERRIFIED this morning, and she didn't speak to any of us .. not even Pam. Then there was my little encounter with Gina Baldassario out in the hall. No senior cheerleader is EVER that nice to a freshman. EVER! And now this. Is it my imagination, of was Qarri Klingbeil actually SAVING Christian's ass from Mr. Burns ??! Something is wrong with Stratford High's cheerleaders, REALLY REALLY wrong! And I'm going to get to the bottom of it." With the whole class now embroiled in cruel conversations, no one noticed Kari Gold rise from her desk and follow Devon Lindler out into the hallway. --------- THAT'S IT FOR PART 1. If you have any questions or comments, please email me at karigold_sky@hotmail.com or post a response on alt.sex.stories.d . C'ya! Kari Gold -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+