The next day after the party, as she was walking to class, she held her books up in front of her chest, an unaccustomed way to carry them for her. Noticing this, she wondered why she was doing this. Then she noticed that her nipples were hard. Then it hit her. Oh God, she was still reacting to what happened last night. She was unconsciously protecting her breasts. That is nuts. Did she think someone would spring at her and attack her nipples when she was walking to class? Like those two beasts last night. That stupid party had affected her more than she wanted to admit. What happened last night? What had happened to this nice, quiet, generally un-promiscuous and old-fashioned girl?
Sarah attempted to take stock of what indeed had happened to her. She had attended the party with the intention of finding out if the two guys -- Ben and Moussa -- were somehow involved in selling pills on campus. But somehow it had all gone wrong, very wrong. She had ended up flat on her back, naked, with Ben making love... no... this wasn't love-making; this was raw fucking, pure and simple. She had been carried away by the impetuosity of what had been done to her, by the forcefulness, and by the overpowering sensations. No, this wasn't love; this was a conquest by raw masculine power. With her sexual inexperience, she had not been prepared for what had been done to her; the utter pleasure of it had been astonishing. But it did take two of them, two strong men, to overpower her -- that was some consolation. Thinking about it even now, the next day, brought tingly tremors to her body. How could she have let them do such things to her? They had taken sexual advantage of her. That must be it. She was a victim of sexual assault. She could turn them in. No. People saw her dancing with them and on the couch with them. She shuddered at that memory: on the couch with both of them sucking her breasts. How would she explain that? And Cindy saw her when she came out of the bedroom, after she had been made to come twice, both times noisily. No, she couldn't play the victim here. Maybe the beer had affected her sense of propriety. Yeah, she could blame the beer. Regardless, she would get back at these bastards by fingering them for drug dealing, and she was certain they were doing exactly that.
The next time she met them, she would be smarter and take precautions. The first time they had taken her by surprise; she wasn't at all prepared for what they had done. How dared they? What had Cindy called it? "Double-teaming" was her term. They had held her down and got to her erogenous zones. What could she have done? It had all happened so fast. And God it was exciting! No, she mustn't think that. It wasn't exciting, it was rape; well no, maybe not actual rape, but certainly taking advantage. She'd turn the tables and show these guys. But next time there would no braless business. Her nipples were much too sensitive. She had learned that last night. Oh God, how they had sucked her! No, she mustn't think about such things. She would show them next time. She would plan it out better next time. She definitely had to dress to protect her apparently over-sensitive nipples. That was how they had got to her; it wasn't her fault. Why hadn't she worn a bra last night? Her damn nipples were exposed and they had used that to get the better of her. She had never imagined that having them sucked both at the same time would be so thrilling. No, no more of these thoughts, I've got to get back to business here. Oh, what would Sydney do?
Well, one thing she would do is not to think about how Ben's penis had felt plunging into her, fucking her steadily, possessing her utterly, forcing her orgasm and causing her to lose all control. What? What drivel is this? What was she thinking? No more! Why was her body still tingling like a mild electric charge went through it?
"God, I've got to get to class and get my mind off last night."
After class, walking back to her apartment, she wrestled with the still resonant emanations of the previous evening. After much pondering, she decided to take the tack that last night, the whole performance, was really part of her act, her scheme to trap the two malefactors, seduce them into a state of trust. Yeah. That's right. I pretended to let them use me... but with an ulterior motive. They'll be sorry. I faked being swept away by pleasure when actually...
"Sarah, you are more clever than they gave you credit for. "
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Once back at the apartment, she remembered she had to check in with Mr. Stans, the campus security chief, her handler, as it were, in this undercover operation.
"Good morning, Mr. Stans. It's Sarah Kaplan. I'm reporting in." Sarah said.
"Hello. Sarah. How did things go last night? You did go to the party, didn't you?"
"Oh yes. I went and I think I made significant progress."
"Well, what exactly happened? Did you see any suspicious drug activity?" Mr. Stans asked.
Sarah hesitated a bit, "Actually...nooo... not specifically. Well, almost. But I was trying to move slowly. I had just met them, and I was trying to win their confidence. But I didn't see any actual drugs yet."
"So nothing really happened?" Mr. Stans asked.
"Nothing to do with drugs per se, but I think I'm onto something. I made friends with them. I just need a little more time to get into their good graces."
"All right, Sarah, but you are to be very careful. And check in with me every day while you are helping us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Sarah saluted vocally.
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Sarah got Ben's phone number from Cindy. It took some courage, but she called him just after hanging up with Cindy.
"Hello. Is this Ben? This is Sarah. Remember me from last night?" Her heart was beating faster.
"Hey Sarah. I think I can place you. It was a pretty crazy party last night. You're the short blond, right?" He asked teasingly.
Sarah laughed, "That's right, the 5'6" short blonde with dark brown hair. I'm so pleased you haven't forgotten me after all this time. How have you been?"
It was amazing to Sarah that they spoke so casually after the close intimacy just a few hours before. "I guess this is just being cool," she thought.
"I'm recovering nicely, thank you, Sarah. Why'd you leave so early last night?"
Sarah was glad he could not see her blush, "I got a little tired. Long day, I suppose. But, seriously Ben, do you recall what we were talking about before we...ahhh...got distracted?"
"No, refresh my memory."
"I wanted to know if you could help me get my hands on some ... ummm...pharmaceuticals?"
"Sarah. This is really not something I really want to talk about on the phone. If you want to get together later here..."
She responded, "Yeah, I understand, sure, but I don't really want to go back to your place today. I've already seen it after all. So could we meet someplace public, maybe meet for coffee?" Sarah was the cool customer.
Ben replied, "I'll meet you for coffee but not someplace public. It sounds like you want to discuss things we may not want to have overheard. Do you understand my meaning?"
Sarah did some quick thinking. His place was out. Too dangerous. Too many uncomfortable and very vivid memories. And if he wouldn't meet in a restaurant, then maybe her apartment would be all right. That should be safe, during the day with no booze and no provocative clothing.
"OK. What about you coming here this afternoon some time? We could have coffee and talk. I live in the Belmore Apartments, number 302. Can you find that?"
"I know where they are. I'll be there about 3 if that's OK with you."
Sarah felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of seeing Ben again, no, rather at the thought of getting him alone so she could do her undercover work."
"I'll see you then Ben. Bye."
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When she heard the knock at her door at 3:10, she was ready. She was dressed in a modestly cut skirt, not tight, just knee length, a simple unsexy blouse over a bra, but no shoes. She never wore shoes around her apartment and saw no reason to now. It didn't occur to her that some might find her bare legs and feet to be mildly suggestive. But Sarah had other plans and schemes brewing just now.
With a touch of investigative genius, she secreted her mini voice-recorder inside the drawer in the table near the couch, with the drawer left a little open so the voices would record. It was a small apartment, so it should pick up anywhere they were talking. Before too long, she would have the evidence she needed on tape.
She opened the door. Ben was standing there with a smile.
She invited him in, poured them each a cup of coffee and sat down to talk at the little table in the kitchen.
"Ben, I've got to tell you, last night was a little weird for me. I mean I'm not used to getting that 'friendly' with someone I just met. Nowhere near that friendly."
Ben said sincerely, "Sarah, I know what you mean. It was strange for me too. I guess we just got carried away, you know, the beer, the music, your intoxicating perfume, your beautiful smile."
Sarah knew this was nonsense, that this sexual game was more than likely a regular pastime for Ben and Moussa, but decided to maintain the cool poise of a seasoned investigator.
"Yeah, that was probably it."
"Sarah, you just swept me off my feet."
"Okay. Ben let's stop beating around the you know what here. Will you sell me some ecstasy pills?"
Ben got up from his seat, walked over to her and said "I'll tell you a little secret first." He moved close to her ear as if ready to impart some important confidence. She started back a little at his closeness, but was secure that she was in charge of the situation. He then gently held her chin, turned her face to his, and kissed her on the mouth. She let him hold it a few seconds -- to be polite -- and pulled away.
