beautiful little thing with tits and everything, and she just came into my room naked, not a word! She didn't look all that happy but who gives a shit. I had a terrific time.'
'And I got a little hockey player,' said Peggy thoughtfully. 'What do you think, Joe, are they trying to divert us? I got the impression that she wasn't there of her own free will, but that the alternative to being with me was very bad.'
'I doubt it,' I said. 'The girl who visited me, Cissy, seemed to enjoy herself all the way. I think she just wanted to get laid for the sake of status or whatever is important in this place. I mean, what are you looking for, a young ladies' mafia?' I guffawed at the idea, but Peggy took it seriously.
'You see that girl over there?' She pointed at a blond girl not far from us. 'Remember her? She came into our room last night and demanded to know what we were doing there. When I came out of my room to go to breakfast there were a lot of girls standing around her, listening very closely to what she had to say. Of course they all clammed up when I came near. But I'd watch her if I were you.'
'I think we ought to make a general surveillance of the school today,' I said. 'Check out every nook and cranny of it, take pictures, talk with people, that sort of thing. If Laurel Van de Kut was kidnapped I have to know who last saw her and where.' I did my best to sound like I had the case by the scruff of the neck, but in all honesty I was more confused than ever. It couldn't be a kidnapping, because what was the fun if there was no ransom at the end? A sex crime? Now that was a possibility. The photos of Laurel showed her to be a walking, talking wet dream. Short of scouring the surrounding woods there was no way of establishing that possibility. Or she could have run away, eloped as her mother suggested. Or maybe she was fed up and had gone to Paris with her credit card. In all this uncertainty I had to set the example for my staff, and Peggy's amateur suggestions had to be ignored. 'Yes, that's the best way,' I said, getting up from the table. 'We'll start right now. Get the equipment, Vinnie.'
The chauffeur scurried away and returned within minutes with cameras and a small recorder to which he had attached a long-range pick-up microphone. The three of us walked out of the mess hall and into the square to get our bearings. Beyond the buildings were the sports fields, the woods, and beyond the woods was a suburban development. Armed with a pair of binoculars I climbed the bell tower and surveyed the whole area carefully. The woods were vast, a green mass broken only by a lake in the center. Trees everywhere, surrounding the school, and I quickly realized that it would be far too much trouble to scour so much acreage. I marked the sex crime possibility down to the bottom of the list.
When I reached the square again, troops of girls marched to their classes. All wore dark blue uniforms with light blue blouses and sensible black shoes, grey stockings covered their legs, and hats with wide brims adorned their heads. I felt my cock pulsing with lust for all of those squeaky-clean pussies between all those young thighs, and I stared after them until the last squad had disappeared into the buildings. 'Let's start with… the gym,' I said casually. Vinnie wiped his mouth and got his cameras ready.
'A little exercise, eh?' Peggy said. 'What a good idea.' We walked into the big gym and found it empty, even though about thirty girls had just entered it. Some sounds came from the far end of it, and as we neared it it became clear that the girls were in the change room. This was the time when I could appreciate Vinnie's peculiar talents most of all. In a flash the chauffeur had located some cracks in the walls, through which we had a limited but adequate view of what was happening inside that area.
The peep hole I occupied looked directly into one of the cubicles where a girl was taking off her hat. She hung it neatly on a hook and then turned her back to me to chat with a friend. This friend joined her in the cubicle, busily undoing her tie. I didn't recognize either of them and I couldn't catch what they were saying, but I remained glued to that peephole just the same. Both had their ties off and now they helped the other with the buttons at the backs of their uniforms. These were also neatly hung on hooks. That left them in their blouses and panties, and by this time I began to wish there was a hole in the wall lower down so I could fuck that! They chattered at a mile a minute, all the while undoing buttons, fumbling with bra straps, taking no notice of their own bodies-but then, why should they? They'd grown up with all that pulchritude. Only outsiders lusted after their assets. The girls revealed them so innocently, baring their incipient breasts, stepping out of their panties to reveal the thinly haired pussy slits, bending over with their backs toward me to let me savor the beautiful forms of their buttocks, still talking, laughing, getting ready to put on their gym clothes. My cock was sending out distress signals! I glanced at Vinnie and Peggy, and both were behaving in a much less inhibited manner than I was. Peggy had one hand on her crotch, clawing at her pussy through her tight jeans, and the other was inside her low-necked top. Vinnie had his cock out and was beating off unashamedly. My girls were almost fully dressed and I told the others to cool it.
'Just a minute!' Vinnie puffed and a second later he blew his wad up against the wall. 'Aaaaah, that's better. What fluff, boss, I've never been so happy in any place! This is paradise, I swear it is. I'd like to have a job here emptying chamber pots or something.' Muttering to himself, he adjusted one of the cameras and took a couple of quick pictures before backing away from the wall. By the time the girls emerged from the dressing room we were wandering about the gym, inspecting items closely and looking officious.
A woman bounded out after them and ordered them in long lines. With sharp orders she put them through their paces, warming them up for the main bout as it were, and the three of us stopped pretending to be busy. We had to watch all those nubile bodies at work. How lovely they looked in their gym shorts, some so tight that the pussy contours were plainly visible, other bloomers so loose that the legs allowed small glimpses of shadowy, hairy phantoms in certain positions. 'I could watch them all day,' Peggy whispered. I nodded knowingly.
We watched them from behind, from the side and from the front, until at last the instructor got suspicious and ordered us out of the gym. I could have refused but there was no sense antagonizing the staff. Once outside we really didn't know where to go next Vinnie came up with a great idea.
'Hey boss, you want to know what these girls know, right? I mean, you want to know the stuff they won't tell you.'
'That's correct.'
'Then one of us ought to bug the change room! You saw how they talked to each other. We're bound to pick up something there.'
'I was just thinking about that,' I lied. 'Okay, give me the equipment and I'll go do it right now.'
'Hey, listen, if you don't want to…' In his own way he was begging me to let him do it, but as long as I paid his wages, I would make the big decisions. I took his tape recorder and microphone and went around to the back of the building to look for another entrance. It wasn't difficult to find a window that had been left open. Vinnie and Peggy looked pissed when I left them standing there, but I was on the case.
Inside the change room all was quiet. Girls' clothing hung from hooks inside the cubicles, the shower section was still dry, towels had been laid out in neat piles, and the smell of soap, perfume, and just a dash of pussy titillated my nose. The directional microphone would pick up whatever it was pointed at, and obviously I would have to be there to point it. A bug would only pick up a riot of babble. So the first job was to find a place to hide. A broom closet was perfect for my purposes. It bad a door that wouldn't close properly, leaving a wide enough crack for the microphone and my roving eyes. Also it smelled bad inside, a sure sign that only the cleaners went into it. I tested the equipment and made myself comfortable to wait for their arrival.
There they were, all flushed now, sweaty, hurrying to get out of their gym clothes and under the shower. The showers were closer to me than the cubicles, so there was another wait before the first disrobed body appeared. I used that time to check around for profitable gossip. Nothing. At last one of the girls appeared and turned on one of the showers. There were no partitions between them, just two rows of nozzles and tips over a raised and tiled area. Other girls followed. Once again my cock fought to get out of my pants so it could expand and stand tall! All those eighteen-year-old girls, so innocent, such hard little pear tits, fuzzy pussies, the top of the slit still visible through the down, their thighs still boyishly firm, buttocks round and pert. They stood under the showers and let the water gush down over them to make their skin shine, and then they lathered themselves up to make their bodies even more sensual.
I was dying in that closet. Feebly I pointed the microphone at various girls and recorded whatever they said, but not a word that came through the monitor registered with me. My free hand grappled with my zip. I let my cock out and it reared up in the air, jubilant, throbbing, dying for just a couple of strokes to bring it undone. All those small tits, they hardly moved when the girls bounced about! Dollops of foam covered parts of their bodies, water washed them all away, and it was like a strip show to see them covered in soap one second, and stark, shining naked the next. The instructor didn't go under the shower but stood nearby to keep a sharp eye on her charges. I wondered what was going through her mind at that moment.
I was about to succumb to acute masturbation when another girl entered upon the scene. It was the little
