Message-ID: <21257asstr$942628200@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Richard Bissell Subject: {ASSM} {ASS}RP: Call Girl Cheerleaders 36 (Mf, teen) Lines: 544 X-Original-Message-ID: <80hl7f$2o4$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Nov 12 18:11:00 1999 GMT Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 20:10:00 -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: assm-admin Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like sex stories containing teenagers engaging in weird perversions, or you can't separate truth from fiction, get lost. The author does not advocate or condone anything that goes on in this story. This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it only if 1) you don't change it, 2) my name and this disclaimer remain attached, and 3) you aren't making money off it. That includes posting it on some slimeball banner farm web site. Yes, that means you! Visit the Call Girl Cheerleaders Website at ASSTR! (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www). All story chapters, pics, and more! Muchas gracias, Rey! Don't ask me to e-mail story pieces-- everything you need is there. The lawyers amongst you will note that I have taken some literary license with various rules of evidence and procedure in this chapter, all for dramatic effect. Don't feel the need to write me about it, okay? Ch. 36 Codes: Mf, teen, nosex, lawyers Call Girl Cheerleaders (C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX When Marianne was gone, Haywood called Giselle to the stand. "How do you know Hayley?" "I'm friends with her sister. She was also on the J.V. cheerleading squad last year." "And you were on the varsity?" "Yes." "How did you meet Mr. Chandler?" "I came over to his house one night with Marianne." "Were there ever occasions when you were at his house that Hayley was also present?" "Yes." "How would you characterize their relationship?" "They're very close, especially since her father went to jail. She had a crush on him at first. I think she really loves him now. But it looks more to me like she's adopted him as a surrogate father." Haywood didn't seem to like that response, so she moved on to something else. "Mr. Chandler has a thing for young girls, doesn't he?" Brian spoke up instantly. "Your Honor, can we dispense with the innuendo here and stick to the facts?" "I'm going to establish this," Haywood said. "Do so," the judge said. She turned back to Giselle, who fidgeted for a moment. "I don't know what you mean." "Are you aware that he is having sex with Marianne?" "Yes." "You are living with him right now, aren't you?" "I was renting a room from him." "For how much?" "Twenty-five a week. It's all I can afford." "What prompted you to move in with him?" "I got into a fight with my folks. I wanted out. Marianne and Steve had an extra room, and she offered to let me stay there." Haywood paused a moment or two to collect her thoughts. "On more than one occasion, Mr. Chandler has hosted parties for your cheerleading squad, hasn't he?" Giselle squirmed for a moment. "Yes." "Did anything sexual ever occur at these parties?" Giselle gasped slightly, and her breathing accelerated. Haywood sensed it instantly, and closed in for the kill. "Giselle, I'll remind you that you are under oath here." "Okay," Giselle squeaked. "Did anything sexual ever occur at these parties?" Giselle looked at me in terror, and I nodded. I couldn't stand to see her trapped like this. "Yes." "Such as?" Giselle gasped for breath a few times. "Um." "Go on." "I--a couple of times--I had sex with Marianne. And with two other girls on the squad." Haywood's eyes widened. "You had sex with *Marianne*?" "Yes." "In front of Mr. Chandler?" "Yes." She glanced at me in shock, then looked back at Giselle. But that brief break gave Giselle just enough time to regain her wits. "Did you ever have sex with Mr. Chandler?" "No." "Did he have sex with any of the other girls?" "No." "He just had you put on a show for him?" "It wasn't that cheap. We all liked him." The ADA laughed weakly. "Apparently so." She paused for a second or two, looking at her pad. "Was Hayley ever present at these parties?" "No." "Never?" "Never." Haywood fumed for a second, seeming to sense that she had somehow missed an opportunity here. "I think that's all I have." Brian stood up. "To your knowledge, did Mr. Chandler ever have sex with Hayley?" "No, he did not." Giselle stepped down, and Haywood called Tiffany to the stand. She gave her foundation only the bare minimum before pouncing on Giselle's accidental confession. "Have you ever had sex with Marianne Mulcahey?" Tiffany gasped, and her eyes swelled in shock. "Uh." She glanced at us, thrown completely off-balance. "How--" "Just answer the question. And remember that you are under oath here." Tiffany gulped. "Yes." "In front of Mr. Chandler?" "Yes." "Have you ever had sex with Mr. Chandler?" Still too flustered to think straight, she answered. "Yes." "On what occasions?" "I don't remember." Haywood's eyebrows went up. "You don't remember?" "I mean, I don't--there were a lot--" "There were a lot of occasions?" Trapped now, Tiffany could only blather forth what she knew. My teeth went on edge, seeing the entire case collapsing. "Uh. Yeah." "When was the first time?" "Uh. Last year." "Was Marianne aware of this?" "Yes. It was her idea." Haywood again glanced at me in disbelief. "It was *her* idea for you to have sex with her boyfriend?" "Yeah, I mean, we've kind of got this thing were she tells me what to do, and I do it." "And she tells you to have sex with Mr. Chandler?" I put my face in my hands, unable to watch any more of this. "Yes." Haywood had to pause a moment to compose herself. "Have you ever had sex with Hayley Mulcahey?" Everything in the world seemed to pause on a precipice. If Tiffany answered this truthfully, the rest of it would probably come spilling out as well. But the mention of Hayley's name seemed to strike something inside of Tiffany, and she regained a modicum of poise. "No." "No?" "No." Haywood clearly didn't know whether to believe this. "Was Hayley ever present when you had sex with Marianne?" "No." Haywood's hands clenched, then relaxed. She took a deep breath. "Tiffany, how old are you?" "Eighteen." "When was your eighteenth birthday?" "Last December." "Was this before or after--" "Before. Before I had sex with Steve." Haywood paused again, frustrated. She rubbed her forehead for a moment. "How would you characterize Mr. Chandler's relationship with Hayley?" "They're really close. He's kind of become her father since her dad got busted. But that's all it is, as far as I know." Haywood exhaled slowly. She stared at her legal pad for a few moments. "I have nothing else." Brian remained seated. "I don't have anything." "Is this a good time to break for lunch?" the judge asked. Haywood nodded. "I have only one more witness, but her testimony will take a while." The judge nodded. No need to ask who it was. "We're adjoined until one-fifteen." Brian and I walked slowly out of the courtroom. Marianne and the others were waiting. She hugged me tightly, trying not to cry. Giselle looked like she wanted to melt into the floor rather than face me, and Tiffany didn't look much happier. Elizabeth stood at the back of the group next to Ashley, a haggard expression on her face. The seven of us went downstairs to the cafeteria. When we were in the elevator, I glanced at Brian, who did not look pleased. "You might have mentioned some of this to me," he said coldly. "I didn't think it was relevant. Hayley wasn't involved." "It does not fucking help us." He fumed for a second or two. "Is there anything else I should know about?" "Not that I can think of." He didn't appear to believe me, but then, I was lying anyway. We ate lunch in silence while Brian planned for that afternoon. I tried to think back over that morning for any straws to grasp at. Randy was lying, but that hardly seemed to matter anymore. And we couldn't prove it. Could we? Something clicked in my head, something he had said. I didn't know what to do with it, though, or even if it meant anything. I couldn't remember the details I needed. So much of it seemed to be just my word against his, and I could not testify under these circumstances now, not with what had come out that morning. Haywood would eviscerate me. What I needed was just one hard piece of physical evidence that would establish Randy's prevarication. And a moment later, I had an idea. I cornered Marianne outside cafeteria and explained what wanted to do. "Do you think it will help?" "I don't know. I have to look at it to see. But I need you to go home and get it, pronto." She nodded. "Okay. I'll get back as soon as I can." I gave her the keys to my Jeep, and she ran for the parking lot. The rest of us went back up to the courtroom and reassembled. The bailiff let us back in at one-fifteen, and the judge returned a few minutes later. Haywood stood to resume her case. "The People call Hayley Mulcahey." I hadn't seen her in the hallway, and I wondered where they were keeping her. A second later, I had my answer. She came in from the side door, the one they used for incarcerated defendants, with the woman from DFCS at her side. I almost didn't recognize her. Hayley, despite being sixteen, often acted younger, frequently playing the younger sister act to the hilt and not trying to be particularly mature. When she was happy, it came out as playfulness; when she was upset, it came out as pique. Neither was in evidence today. She looked--I struggled for the right description--hardened. That was a good word, but it didn't encapsulate the entire change in her. She had been hurt, deeply. The innocence was gone. The bright mirth I always saw in her eyes had been replaced by a cold fury. She looked a lot older than sixteen. I wanted to leap out of my chair and strangle the woman beside her. Hayley took the stand, and to my surprise, she didn't look at me. As I watched her glaring at Haywood, daring her to say something, I realized why. The other girls had often looked at me for moral support. Hayley didn't appear to need any. She was here to do battle, on her own terms, but I couldn't help but tremble at the sight of this. What chance did she stand against an experienced prosecutor? Haywood stood beside her. "Please state your full name for the record." "Hayley Ruth Mulcahey." "What is your birthdate?" "March 3rd, 1983." She spoke with a cold, methodical precision that sent chills down my spine. "So you're sixteen?" "Yes." "Are you acquainted with Steven Chandler?" "Yes." "When did you first meet him?" "It was last fall. I don't recall the date." "What was the occasion?" "Marianne brought me over to his house. We went swimming in Steve's pool." "Did you visit his house on other occasions?" "Yes, I did." "Were you aware at the time that Marianne was having sex with Steve?" "Yes. They started sleeping together after she turned eighteen." Haywood's jaw tightened. Miss number one. "And how did you become aware of this?" "Marianne told me." "The two of you discussed her sex life?" "Yes. Quite often." Every answer was quick, sharp, and without hesitation. I looked at Brian, who was watching this intently. "Did she ever discuss with you that she was having sex with her friends on the cheerleading squad?" "Yes." "You were aware that Marianne was having lesbian sex with these other girls, Tiffany, Giselle, and Ashley?" "Yes." Haywood paused, smiling. "Did she ever tell you that Steve had had sex with Tiffany?" "Yes. We talked about everything they were doing." I shivered in my seat and looked at Brian. He just shook his head slowly and picked up his pen. "This is going nowhere," he wrote. "She hasn't laid a glove on her yet." "So you were aware of these orgies that were going on at Steve's house, even after you moved in?" Brian sat up. "Objection. That's a compound question." The judge nodded at the ADA. "Break it up, Ms. Haywood." Haywood paused a moment, then turned back to Hayley. "You were aware of these orgies?" "Yes." "After you moved in?" Hayley glared up at her. "Nothing happened after I moved in." "Nothing happened? They came to a halt after that?" "Nothing happened while I was in the house. If it happened when I was out, I don't know." Haywood turned away from her, staring at her legal pad, then spun around. "Hayley, are you in love with Steve?" She answered immediately. "Yes, I am." Haywood smiled. "What are we talking about here? Puppy love, friend love, I'd-like-to- marry-you-love? "I love him in a lot of ways. I had a big crush on him in the beginning. He wasn't like other grown-ups I knew. He treated me like a person. He talked to me like he thought I had a brain. He didn't patronize me. I know he cares about me, and believe me that's something considering the life I've had to live. My own father cares a lot less about me than Steve does. When my father went to jail, Steve was the only one who was really there to support me. He was there, every day, when I needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to. He's even been paying for the therapist I've been seeing. Marianne cares, but she has her own issues to deal with. Even my mother had to get out of town. So, yes I love him. I might have killed myself by now without him." Haywood had to pause a few moments to absorb this, and frankly, so did I. "But are you saying that you . . . I mean, would you . . . this is romantic love we're talking about here?" "Your Honor, she's answered the question," Brian said. "This is just badgering at this point." Hayley didn't wait for a ruling. "Yes it is. But I know that Marianne comes first with him. I would never try to disrupt that." Haywood paused again, and this time she stared at her legal pad for a good ten seconds. "Hayley, are you a virgin?" "No, I am not." "And who have you had sex with?" Hayley took a deep breath, glanced nervously around the courtroom, and answered. "Randy Donahue." * * * If you liked this story, don't be a choad and just move on to the next thread. Drop me a note and let me know, especially if you want to see more of it. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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