SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT THE AIRPORT
Cynthia frowned as she got back into her car. A somewhat panicked text from Tristan had let her know that something strange was happening in school. Normally she would have blown it off except that she had gotten no other texts, calls or emails from Lisa, Ashley, or Susan and after that one text nothing from Tristan. She had emailed the principal and had gotten a reply that he had not noticed anything odd.
The nagging feeling hadn't left her and she had switched her flights to an earlier one. She had taken a cab home and had been to Susan's and Lisa's apartments to find them cleared out. No forwarding address had been left and the landlords had been most unhelpful. One of them had commented some bizarre garbage about Lisa coming home one day dressed in a micro-skirt, stinking of sex, and had pretty much thrown away everything she owned because it was "uncool".
Cynthia was shaking her head at that. She had even called Mrs. Stephens and had gotten a giggling idiot on the phone who blabbered about them all being at a super cool party at Ashley's place. Cynthia tried to get more out of her (she had said she was Mrs. Stephens but that high pitched voice couldn't have been), but she quickly realized that whomever she was talking with was having sex while they talked. She heard some grunting and the labored breathing of the bimbo on the phone coupled with some creaking sounds had made her put two and two together and she hung up in disgust.
She was now driving over to Ashley's place as she could tell something had changed as she pulled up. She could hear sugary girl pop music coming from the backyard and some high pitched giggling and laughing. She knocked on the door several times and finally just tried the doorknob after no answer. It opened and she moved in quietly. She gaped at the living room and tried to figure out what was going on.
The living room was trashed. Empty bottles of booze were scattered all around, glasses, bits of pizza and party food, empty beer cans, a mirror with what appeared to be some left over coke on it, and several pieces of very tiny lingerie. A lace thong hung on a lamp, another metallic gold thong was lying on the floor next to the back of the couch and the couch had some odd stains on it.
Cynthia was nearly beside herself. Ashley would NEVER allow this so something had obviously happened. She was going to head out to the pool area when she heard that familiar creaking and grunting noise coming from one of the bedrooms. She moved over quietly and peeked through a slightly open door.
Cynthia had been bracing herself when she opened the door but still nearly fell over from shock. Susan was naked on top of Jerry Ulns and was riding him like he was a prize bull. Her eyes were rolled back and she was grunting along with the former student below her. Jerry had been a trouble-maker in school for a long time. Selling drugs, getting into fights, vandalism, and general disrespect to any type of authority. He had nearly been kicked out but had quickly figured out it was time to get while the going was good. He had enough credits to graduate early and he had basically copped a plea with the school board and had been allowed to graduate at mid-year.
He was the textbook example of the "bad boy" that idiot cool girls liked. He had been friends with Michelle Dean and her cheerleaders, and Cynthia despised him. How the fuck could Susan be fucking him?
She watched stunned for a bit and Susan let out a squeal and they both came at the same time. Susan let out a big happy sigh and flopped down next to him. She giggled and took a bit swig out of Tequila bottle and Jerry grinned.
"Damn Suzie! That was fun, and you are hitting that booze hard. Maybe you should take it easy a bit? This party is just getting started."
Susie giggled and took another hit. "Nope! I need to drink lots of booze to kill brain cells so I get dumber. Cool girls are dumb, Michelle taught me that!"
Jerry snickered. "Yeah she sure did. I couldn't believe it when she told me about how she had turned you three into slutty party girls, but I'm lying here with the proof!"
"Yeppers! Well, like really it was like George's chemistry thingy that did it. Make Michelle able to help me figure out I want to be a cool girl. So like now I just George do like whatever and I just read cool magazine and fix my nails! I get to flirt with the boys, and then me and Michelle cuts classes to like go shopping and stuff. Totally fun times now! Once Michelle and Ashley get back with Cindi then all of us will be BFFs and like party until schools totally done!"
Jerry leaned down and licked Susie's tits and she laughed. "Sounds like a great plan. Glad I fell into the non-student category, I always wanted to fuck you."
"Oh you say the coolest things! Here let me blow you hard and then you can fuck me doggie style!"
Suzie started to stand up and that shocked Cynthia into motion. She backed up fast and then quickly left the house. She didn't need to figure out what would happen if Michelle and Lisa came back and found her. Looking at her watch she figured they would be headed back so she moved fast to her car and headed out. Cynthia had already figured out where she needed to start on this if she was going to rescue her friends. A couple of phone calls and she was headed to the school.
After a short drive she arrived at the school and noticed a nearly empty parking lot with one exception. An old Ford Focus was parked near the side door that led to the science department. She parked and moved inside fast. She made her way quickly to the chemistry department and found George working away.
He turned around and saw her as she came in. "Come to fuck with my work? Too late, I'm done. This is just clean up. I have my results, I have my samples already packed and locked away and I only need to finish my report. Stanford here I come, and fuck you too."
Cynthia marched up to him and just about slapped him across his face as hard as she could. The little fucker had taken full advantage of the situation and had finished his project. Susan had been very clear that if he could do that there was no way he wouldn't get that scholarship. But as mad as she was about their plans to fuck this little shit stain over, she needed him.
"Right now I don't care. What did you do to my friends? What the fuck is going on?"
George looked at her for a moment and then shrugged. "I didn't do anything."
Cynthia slapped him hard across the face with a snarl. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME! I saw what happened to Susan! I heard her talk about your experiment and that ditzy bitch Michelle Dean turning my friends into giggling sluts! NOW SPILL IT!"
George actually snickered at her. Her face turned purple and he said "You look like Suzie did when Michelle made that cat comment. Oh calm the fuck down you damn bitch, I'll tell you what I know. I'm actually not part of this. I'm just taking advantage of the situation to get some work done and get some justice."
"JUSTICE?!?! You little..."
"You want to know what happened you had best shut it. I'm the only one who knows other than Michelle and she's after you. Here's the deal. Your bitch of a friend Suzie spiked my formula during one of my after school periods. I have it on tape actually; I emplaced a camera to record what was going on. I have enough to get Suzie fired twice over and can make a good case against Lisa too. But that's beside the point."
George moved over to the fume hood. "I don't know what Suzie put in the chemical mix, she doesn't remember and can't even spell her last name without adding little hearts to it anymore so I doubt a complex formula is something she can vocalize. It reacted; Michelle bent over and caught a blast of the reaction straight in the face and all over her body. She then crashed into the rack of chemicals there, and she got a bunch more slopped on her. Suzie came up to see if she was okay, Michelle touched her and Suzie, well she imprinted on her."
