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Subject: {ASSM} Twins 7 The Coach Strikes Back {Mr Slot} (mf fM oral drugged humour)
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The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts and
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Twins 7 The Coach Strikes Back (mf fM oral drugged humour)
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This is Episode 7 in the Twins saga. I'm sorry for taking so long to
get this one out, but sometimes real life gets in the way. Thanks go
to Ruthie, for her expert guiding hand. If I ever become a successful
writer, it will be because of her. Thanks also to Rui for continually
badgering me to write this story. Are you happy now Rui? And a big
thanks to all the Twins fans out there who waited patiently for me to
get my arse back to work.
Authors Note: This part of an ongoing series. While you could read
this particular episode on it's own, you would get a lot more out of
it if you read the first six episodes first.
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Into each life a little rain must fall. Sometimes things just don't go
the way you would like them to. You try and you try but things just
seem to go wrong, no matter what. It's an interesting little fact of
life, one that Coach Baxter knew all about.
It all started the other night when he was having a few quiet drinks
in his favourite bar. He was minding his own business when this little
blonde piece of oh-so-sweet arse slid onto the stool next to his. In a
matter of minutes she was suggesting that they go back to her
boyfriend's place and engage in some serious fucking. She even offered
her boyfriend to him, not that he would ever fuck some guy. He was not
some arse pumping fag. Nope, no way, that was not for him. But that
young guy sure had a sweet arse, if you went in for that sort of
thing. Which he didn't because he was definitely 100% straight, right
down the line, no deviation whatsoever.
The three of them had gotten into a cab and... well that's where things
got a little hazy. He recalled some sort of sexual act in the back of
the cab, but he couldn't remember what exactly happened. And then he
must of passed out because he dreamed of getting it on with Principal
Pendergrast, but that was just a dream because he didn't go in for
that sort of thing. The last thing he remembered was staggering in
through the front door of his home and hearing his wife yell at him
for coming in late. No big deal, she often yelled at him or cried or
did some other stupid female thing. It was like she was on the rag
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. But it always blew over.
Well, usually.
Three days later she was waving some photographs in his face and
screaming about divorce. He had finally calmed her down enough to get
a look at the photos. What he saw was a fake, it had to be, because he
was 100% straight, right down the line, no deviation whatsoever.
That couldn't possibly be him sucking cock, getting pumped in the
arse, and other things too disgusting to even think about. The other
man's face was covered with a leather hood, but Coach Baxter's face
was easy to recognise. He tried to explain this to his wife but she
wanted nothing to do with him. The next day she was out of there,
packed her bags and gone to her sister's for God knows how long. And
now he was sitting in his favourite bar, drinking his favourite beer,
and wondering just how the hell things had gotten so fucked up.
He finished his beer and put his hand in his pocket to get some change
for the cigarette machine. As he was rummaging around his fingers
brushed against what felt like a postcard. He pulled it out and found
it was one of the fake photos, the one where he was sucking some fag's
cock. He looked at it, trying to see where the cut lines were, and
then he saw something in the background.
A mirror.
And in that mirror a reflection of the person who took the photo.
About 5'8", long blonde hair, and wearing a leather bondage outfit.
The girl who had met him in this very bar on the night his problems
started.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered.
***
Tracy Murdoch was close to orgasm. She and Clifford were in bed (which
seemed to happen a lot lately) and they were, to put it bluntly, going
at it like rabbits.
"Oh God yes, Clifford, make me cum," she groaned as she wrapped her
legs tightly around his hips and dug her fingernails into his chest.
"Uh," replied Clifford as he thrust into her as deeply as he could,
the muscles in his upper arms and chest tightening with exertion. He
was not one for conversation when he was close to orgasm.
Just then the bedroom door swung open with a bang, and a 5'8" bundle
of blonde haired fury named Stacy stormed into the room.
"I don't fucking believe this," she yelled. "Cliffy, take your dick
out of my sister and listen to me for a second." She ducked easily
under the pillows and assorted stuffed animals that came flying
through the air towards her, and plopped herself down on the bed.
"Jeez, don't you guys do anything but screw?"
"I wouldn't know," fumed her sister, "every time we try to, someone
interrupts us."
"That's a shame," said Stacy, flicking her long hair back over her
shoulder. "You two should put a lock on the door or something."
"I think it would be easier to just kill you." Tracy gently but firmly
pushed Clifford off and sat up to face her sister.
"Wow, look at you," marvelled Tracy, "you're all flushed. Were you
about to cum or something?"
"Was there something you wanted before I kill you?"
"Oh stop it, you wouldn't kill me, I'm your twin sister, you love me.
Now help me with this." She held out a sheet of paper to her sister so
she could read it.
"It's a report card," said Tracy, giving it a cursory glance.
"Oh very good. I can see how you get all those A's. I, however, am
failing chemistry. I don't want to fail chemistry. If I fail, Daddy
will take away my new Beetle car. I love my Beetle." Stacy sat on the
bed and pouted.
"So what do you want me to do about it? You don't want me to take your
test for you again, do you? I know we're identical twins but I don't
think they'll believe you suddenly knew what you were doing in lab."
Tracy recalled the one time the twins had swapped places in class.
Tracy had taken a history exam for Stacy while Stacy had taken Tracy's
place in physical education. Tracy had passed the exam but Stacy had
done something during Phys Ed, something that had given Tracy a
reputation for liking girls in more than a friendly way. Stacy was
openly bisexual, while Tracy preferred men. She had slept with girls
before, she even had sex with Stacy, but that was under duress. When
it came down to it, Tracy couldn't pass up a good dick. But that one
time when they had swapped, Stacy had been caught having sex with four
girls in the middle of class. It just goes to show what will happen
when the teacher turns her back for five minutes. There was no way in
the wide world of sports that Tracy was going to let that happen
again.
"Well actually," said Stacy, wandering what Tracy was so upset about,
"I was wondering if I could borrow Clifford. For tutoring purposes
only."
Tracy wasn't too keen on that idea. She liked Clifford more than she
cared to admit, and she knew what Stacy was like around guys,
especially ones who were hung like Cliff. But she couldn't show him
that he meant something to her, it would give him the upper hand. So
she decided to play it cool. "It's up to Clifford, not me."
"Yay," responded Stacy, clapping her hands. "What about it, Cliffy?
Want to help me out? I promise I'll make it worth your while." She
dropped him a wink full of the promises of carnal delights.
"I don't know." Clifford wasn't sure if this was such a good idea. He
desperately wanted to know if Tracy loved him as much as he loved her.
If he did this for Stacy, would Tracy be upset? "Are you okay with
this, Tracy?"
"Sure, makes no difference to me. Go ahead and tutor her," said Tracy,
pretending it meant nothing to her. She knew Stacy would try to seduce
him. The little cow would screw anything with a heartbeat.
"Okay, I'll do it then." Clifford recoiled slightly as Stacy leapt
onto him smothering his cheeks with kisses. He glanced over at Tracy
to see if there was any reaction.
"Well I guess you two better get on with it then," said Tracy, quietly
fuming.
"Good idea," agreed Stacy, taking Clifford by the hand and dragging
him out of bed. "Come on, Cliffy, we have to get going. Do you still
have the keys to the lab?"
"Umm yes, but do you mind if I get dressed first?" Clifford was
standing almost completely naked in the middle of the bedroom.
"What are you talking about? You're wearing something," said Stacy,
pointing at the one thing he was wearing.
Clifford reached down and pulled it off. "Condoms don't count." He
dropped it into a plastic bag and pulled on his clothes. After lacing
up his Nikes (blatant plug because the author needs new shoes) he
picked up the bag and walked out to the kitchen to put it in the
rubbish bin. Stacy watched him go, then turned to her twin sister.
"By the way, I have cheerleader practice now. You won't mind taking
that for me, will you?" She ran from the room, one of Tracy's pillows
in hot pursuit.
***
Coach Baxter sat in his office at school, several items sitting on his
desk in front of him. He had found out easily enough from school
records who the twin girls were. He even found the name of the
boyfriend. Then it was a simple matter of going through some lockers.
Aside from a box-load of sexual aids (just how many dildos and
vibrators do teenage girls need anyway?) he found the camera used to
take the incriminating photos, an interesting leather bondage outfit,
and a coke bottle of brownish liquid. The bottle had a label that read
"Spanish Fly, use sparingly."
Coach Baxter remembered a rumour about the kids who ran the school
newspaper, about how they were drugged with something that drove them
into a sexual fervour. He picked up the bottle and inspected it. Was
this the stuff that caused those kids to lose all control? Was it
possible that this brown liquid could cause a sexual fugue impossible
to resist? A smile surfaced on his lips, a smile that quickly turned
into an evil grin.
***
Stacy dragged Clifford all the way from her house to the school,
chattering about how good it would be to pass chemistry, and then
telling her teacher, Mrs. Wigglebottom, to take her class and shove it
up that cobweb-laden hole of hers. Clifford was always amused at how
much energy Stacy seemed to have. She threw herself into anything she
set her mind to with a determination that was astounding. He thought
to himself that they wouldn't be here now if she had shown that sort
of enthusiasm for her schoolwork. Come to think of it, Stacy was never
keen about any sort of schoolwork.
They arrived at the school lab and Clifford used his keys to let them
in. He was an honour student at Piedmont High and was trusted with
keys to most of the school. He walked inside and turned on the lights.
As the last of the fluorescents came to life he turned to Stacy.
"Okay, suppose you tell me what we're really doing here?"
"Whatever do you mean, Cliffy?" asked Stacy sweetly. She opened her
blue eyes wide in a mock picture of youthful innocence.
"I have never seen you keen to do any sort of schoolwork, not since I
first saw you in third grade." Clifford put his hands on his hips and
tried to look stern. "Now tell me why you dragged me down here.
Stacy placed her hands behind her back and thrust out her breasts,
then casually twisted her lithe body from side to side like a little
girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Well
Cliffy, I thought you might like to have a bit of fun with me." She
smiled coyly, for emphasis.
"Stacy, you know I love Tracy." He started to sweat as Stacy stepped
towards him and started to stroke his arm. "I mean, you're very
attractive and all but..." his words were cut off as Stacy reached up
and kissed him, her tongue darting between his lips before he could
react. He pushed her back, breaking their kiss. "I need a coke," he
said nervously, "you want one?" He eased past her and out the door
into the hallway, closing the door behind him. As soon as he was
outside he sighed and leaned against the wall.
"Christ," he thought to himself, "that was close. Dammit, why does she
have to be so sexy?" He pushed away from the wall and made his way
down the hallway. There was a coke machine just around the corner and
that was where he was headed. He rounded the corner to see a dark
figure next to the machine.
"Shit," said the figure, looking at a can of soft drink.
Clifford froze in his tracks. It was Coach Baxter. If he saw Clifford
here he was in the shit for sure, after what he and the Murdoch twins
had done to the coach the other night. He thought that maybe the
effect of the drug would mean that Coach would not remember their part
in it, but he couldn't be sure. He was just about to turn around and
go back to the lab when Coach Baxter spied him.
"Hey, you want a coke?" The coach offered the can to him. "I just
bought this damn thing, even opened it before I realised it wasn't a
Dr Pepper. I'm just gonna throw it out, unless you want it."
Clifford studied the coach for a few seconds, but couldn't see any
recognition in Baxter's eyes. "Sure," he replied, reaching for the
can. A free coke was too good to pass up, plus it helped set his mind
at ease about Coach Baxter. Obviously he didn't recognise Clifford
from the other night. He took the coke, thanked the coach, and made
his way back to the lab. Now if only he could deal with Stacy. He took
a sip of coke and opened the lab door. All but one of the lights had
been turned off. The one that remained lit up one of the lab benches -
and the naked blonde girl lying on it.
"I've been waiting for you. It's been so long since I've had a decent
fuck, Cliffy." She circled one delicate finger around a rapidly
hardening nipple.
"You slept with Angus just two days ago," replied Clifford.
"I said a decent fuck, Cliffy. Angus lasted all of thirty seconds.
Plus, he has a dick like a cocktail frank. I want something
substantial, like yours." She gave him her best come hither look, but
was mildly annoyed to see him just stand there and take another sip of
his damn coke.
"But don't you want to pass chemistry?" asked Clifford, trying his
best to stall the inevitable. "I thought your father was going to take
away your car if you failed."
"Oh don't worry about that, Cliffy," replied Stacy as she slid
sensually from the bench and padded over to him. "I'll just sleep with
Mrs. Wigglebottom again. How do you think I've managed to pass for
this long?"
"Is there anyone on the teaching staff you haven't slept with?"
inquired Clifford as he watched this beautiful young woman walk
towards him.
Stacy took the can from Clifford and drank deeply from it, before
throwing it into the void behind her. "Does the janitor count?" she
asked as she draped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply,
finding him responding at last. In fact he seemed to be quite eager.
She found herself being lifted up off her feet and carried back to the
bench.
"Oh Cliffy," she cooed, "I knew you had it in you."
"And pretty soon it's gonna be in you." He placed her on the bench
then pulled back, just long enough to strip his clothes off.
Stacy looked down at his crotch and saw he was hard. Really hard.
Monstrously hard. She could see a vein pulsing along the shaft.
Looking up again she saw something even harder in his eyes. "Um,
Cliffy? Are you okay?"
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out Stacy, gonna fuck you till you scream.
Then I'm gonna fuck you some more." He moved toward her again,
grabbing her by the thighs and burying himself deep into her.
"Oh God Cliffy, do me," sighed Stacy.
Neither of them saw the shadow under the door to the lab. It stayed
for a while, until their groans of lust grew loud, and then moved away
into the night.
***
Tracy considered the benefits of being an only child. No more
bickering, no more of her clothes mysteriously disappearing, only to
reappear with strange stains on them, and no more cleaning up after
her sister.
She half-heartedly shook her pom-poms and wondered how many years she
would get for killing Stacy.
"Stacy, please try to be a little more enthusiastic," chided Ms.
Spencer, the cheerleader coach. "Maybe you could think of something
that excites you."
"Maybe you could kiss my arse," muttered Tracy under her breath.
"What was that, dear?"
"I said I don't feel well. I think I'll go home." Tracy grabbed her
pom-poms and headed for the locker rooms to change. As she walked
across the field some football players who were training whistled
after her. Stacy might have liked that sort of attention but Tracy
couldn't stand it. She gave them death stares as she passed.
"Damn Neanderthals," she thought to herself, "they've got nothing on
Clifford." And then it hit her. She was falling in love with Clifford.
"Shit," she muttered, "I can't be falling in love with him. I'm too
young to tie myself down to one guy. I need to get laid by someone
else." She thought about the last time she had sex with a guy who
wasn't Clifford, and shocked herself by realising she couldn't
remember how long it had been. "My God, I haven't slept with another
guy since I met Clifford." She was still mulling this development over
in her mind when she finally entered the locker rooms. She failed to
see the dark shadow in the corner as she stripped off her top and
skirt. As she removed her sports bra the shadow moved into the light
behind her.
"Hello, bitch."
Tracy spun around to see Coach Baxter standing before her. Her hands
instinctively flew up to her breasts, hiding them from his gaze. "What
do you want?" she asked.
"Payback. You and your slut sister fucked up my marriage. I've already
fixed her, now it's your turn." He moved closer, letting his eyes
wander over her fit young body.
"What did you do to her?" asked Tracy. Short of killing her she
couldn't imagine the coach doing anything to Stacy that she wouldn't
take as a challenge.
"I gave her and her dipshit boyfriend a nice healthy dose of that
Spanish Fly of yours. They should be fucking each other to death right
now." He gave her the most evil smile he could muster.
Tracy's first thought was that Coach Baxter had mistaken her for
Stacy. Her second thought was that Stacy had kept some of that damn
Spanish Fly, even though she had specifically told her to get rid of
it. The third was that Stacy was right at this minute screwing
Clifford. She felt pain, but swallowed it as best she could. "So what
do you plan to do to me?"
"I plan to fuck you, bitch."
"Okay."
"What? Didn't you hear me? I said I was going to fuck you. Rape you in
fact." Coach tried his best to look menacing.
"I heard you. But it won't be rape because I want you to fuck me."
Tracy dropped her hands to her sides, exposing the supple white flesh
of her breasts.
"Um, wait a minute. You're supposed to be scared." Coach Baxter was
getting more confused by the minute. This was not the way things were
supposed to go.
"Come on Coach, get that big dick of yours out. I want it, right here,
right now." Tracy reached down and started to unbuckle the coach's
pants.
***
Clifford pushed himself into Stacy, holding her by the hips as he took
her from behind. They were both standing, with Stacy leaning forward
against the lab bench. They had been fucking for an hour now and
hadn't slowed down for a second. Every time Clifford came they took it
as an opportunity to change positions. Stacy looked back over her
shoulder.
"Fuck me, Cliffy, fuck me hard," she urged.
"I am, Stacy, I am," replied Clifford. He was getting tired from all
the thrusting and pumping he had been doing.
"Well do it faster, Cliffy," retorted Stacy, "I want to be fucked
faster."
"All right, all right, quit nagging me will you?"
"And harder too. Slam your big, hard cock into my pussy as hard as you
can."
"For Christ's sake, will you shut up? I'm fucking you as hard and as
fast as I can." Clifford kept up his pace, even though every muscle in
his body was crying out for him to stop.
"And deeper too, fuck me as deep as..." Her words were cut off as
Clifford spun her around and pushed her down on her knees. She found
his cock in front of her face and instantly swallowed it, sucking it
into her mouth as far as she could.
"Ah, that's better," sighed Clifford, "peace and quiet at last." He
rested his hand on her head, feeling her long silky hair between his
fingers. "Oh God, Tracy, you are so good at giving head."
"Mmmf," replied the girl kneeling before him.
"What was that?" he asked.
Stacy took his cock out of her mouth. "I said Stacy, my name is Stacy.
Tracy's sister, remember?" She went back to blowing him.
"Oh yeah, that's right, Stacy. I'm screwing Stacy, not Tracy. I love
Tracy but I'm screwing Stacy. Why am I screwing Stacy?" Clifford's
head spun in confusion.
"Mmmf mmm mmmf."
"What?"
Once again Stacy took his cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "I
don't know, you just are."
"Yes, but why am I screwing you? We don't do this anymore. I'm in love
with Tracy."
Stacy looked up at him. "You don't love me?"
"It's not the same as with Tracy, I want to spend the rest of my life
with her. Now keep sucking." He gently guided Stacy's head back to
work. But his mind felt fuzzy. He was doing something that he wouldn't
normally do. Something sexual, with someone other than Tracy. It was
the wrong thing to do, but he couldn't help himself. Then it hit him.
"Holy shit!" he yelled. He pulled away from Stacy, letting her fall
forward as she tried to go with him.
"Hey! What are you doing?" protested Stacy from the floor. "I thought
we were fucking."
"I think we've been drugged," replied Clifford as he searched for the
discarded Coke can. He spied it resting in a corner and scooped it up.
Bringing it up to his nose he sniffed and detected a faint odour. The
smell of Spanish Fly.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, "why didn't I smell it before we
drank from it?" He felt hands around his waist and his body responded.
He turned into the arms of Stacy and kissed her, his body reacting to
the drug. "Wait," he protested, breaking away from her, "we can't give
in. We have to take the antidote, otherwise the drug will drive us
insane."
"You have an antidote?" asked Stacy, just before licking his chest.
"Mmm, yes. Oh, Stacy, that feels so good." Clifford shook his head,
trying to clear the fogginess the drug was causing. "I have some here.
It's in the cupboard where we keep the chemicals."
"We better take some then," said Stacy as she ran her hand down
Clifford's stomach before twining his pubic hair between her fingers.
"Yes," sighed Clifford, "we better."
"When?" asked Stacy, looking up into his eyes.
"After," he replied and took her again.
***
Things were not going too well for Coach Baxter. He had fully intended
to denigrate this girl, make her do all sorts of disgusting, debasing
things. But she beat him to it.
Tracy had started by tearing his clothes off and pushing him down onto
the floor. He had protested, but to no avail. In the blink of an eye
she pounced on his dick, devouring it like a wild animal. Coach Baxter
might not have been too keen, but his body was all for it. His cock
was almost instantly rock hard and the young blonde was slurping on it
like a young boy attacking a lollipop.
"Hang on a second here, I'm in control, young lady." He tried to lift
her head but his arms felt too weak, or maybe his body wasn't ready to
give up what it had just yet. He lay back and moaned slightly.
Tracy looked up at him, and smiled around his dick. She let him go and
climbed on top, slowly easing herself down on him, shivering as she
felt him enter her. Tracy leaned forward and started to rock her hips
slowly back and forth. She looked down at the coach and noticed he was
lying on something familiar.
"Is that Sta... my leather bondage outfit you're lying on, Coach?" She
leaned forward, running her hands over his hairy chest.
"Umm, yes, I think it is."
"Where did you get it from? I was looking for it the other day."
"It was in your locker, along with twelve dildos, twenty-three
vibrators, and an Antonio Banderas inflatable love doll," sighed Coach
Baxter. He had decided to enjoy the ride, for now.
"God, that Stacy is such a slut," muttered Tracy.
"What was that?" asked Coach Baxter.
"I said you make me want to be a total slut, you stud you." Tracy
quickened her pace a little, feeling the coach's dick start to work on
her body. She lay down on his torso and ran her hands up his arms to
his wrists.
"Oh Coach, your cock feels so good in my little pussy. Mmm, I'm
cumming Coach, I'm cumming." She sat up quickly, her long hair arcing
through the air like a blonde wave. She rammed her body down on top of
Coach as she climaxed, her cries echoing off the steel lockers that
surrounded them. At last her orgasm subsided and she looked down at
the man beneath her. "That was great, Coach. Not as good as Clifford,
but pretty good nonetheless."
Coach Baxter tried to reach up and feel her body with his hands but he
couldn't. Something was holding him back. He looked up at his hands
and found they were tied to one of the benches behind him. Tracy had
used the leather straps from the bondage outfit to tie his wrists to
the legs of the bench, which was in turn bolted to the concrete floor.
He struggled against the bonds, but found they were too strong for
him.
"Hey," he said. "What do you think you're doing? Let me up this
instant, you little bitch." He was furious at the girl who was still
mounted on top of him.
"Tsk, tsk. Such nasty language. Is that any way to talk to someone who
has your career in her hands? It would be terrible if copies of
certain photos were leaked to the local press, especially if the
person identified in those pictures was found engaging in some sort of
twisted bondage stuff in the student locker room. That sort of thing
could ruin a life you know." Tracy started to rock her hips again. The
power she had over Coach Baxter was intoxicating, and it was making
her very horny. She almost didn't hear the door behind her open.
"See, Cliffy? I told you she would be okay." Stacy moved into view,
dragging a shocked Clifford with her.
"Are you okay, Tracy?" he asked, looking down at the couple on the
floor. "Did he drug you too?"
"No, Clifford, I'm fine," replied Tracy as she continued to fuck
Coach. "But I thought Coach had drugged you two."
"He had," replied Stacy, "but Cliffy had an antidote, so we're okay
now."
"I see," said Tracy. "Why don't you two go home, I'll be along when
I'm finished here."
"B-B-But..." stammered Clifford.
"Go home, Clifford, I'll be okay."
"That's right, boy, why don't you go home and let us adults get down
to business," said Coach Baxter, never one to miss an opportunity to
belittle someone.
"Come on, Cliffy," said Stacy, grabbing him by the arm, " Tracy has
everything under control here, let's go home." She slowly dragged him
out the door. Tracy could see that Clifford felt hurt to see her with
Coach, but she would make up for it when she got home. Right now she
had other things to worry about. She turned back to the figure beneath
her.
"Okay Coach, I know you wouldn't just want to fuck me, you would have
something else a lot more degrading than that to do to me. Fess up
Coach, tell me what you had planned." She was met by a stony silence
from below. "Okay, I guess I better get going if I want to phone the
newspaper before they close." She started to get up.
"No wait, don't call them. Let's talk about this," pleaded the coach.
"Tell me what you had planned and I'll think about it." Tracy enjoyed
having the upper hand. "Did you intend drugging me too?"
"No, the football team. I put the drug in their water bottles. I was
going to tie you up and leave you here for them when they finished
their training," gloated Baxter. It was a good plan, if it had worked.
"I don't know if you've noticed coach, but this is the girls locker
room. How were you going to get the boys in here?"
"I put a notice on the door to the boys locker rooms, saying they were
closed for renovations, and to use the girls locker room for now."
"Oh dear. So they were going to come in here, all horny from the
Spanish Fly, only to find me, trussed up and naked? Were you going to
do that to little old me? That's terrible." She shook her finger at
him in mock seriousness.
"Okay, I told you. Can I get up now?"
"Umm," said Tracy pretending to think about it. "Nope." She got up and
started to get dressed.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Coach Baxter was beginning to panic.
"They'll be here in a minute."
"Yes they will," agreed Tracy, "but instead of finding me all trussed
up like a Christmas turkey, they'll find you." She finished dressing
and stuffed her uniform into a gym bag. Throwing the bag over her
shoulder she walked towards the door, then stopped and turned back.
"Oh, and by the way. When that drug takes affect, you don't care who
you're doing it with. Girls, guys, it makes no difference. Goodbye
Coach. Don't ever fuck with us again." She slipped out the back door
just as the sounds of the football team entering the change rooms
reached Coach Baxter's ears.
***
Tracy walked into her bedroom and threw her gym bag on the bed. She
expected to see Clifford waiting there for her, but instead there was
only her sister, Stacy.
"So how did it go Tracy?" asked Stacy, "Did you get the coach to give
you a good seeing to?"
"I wasn't there to enjoy myself you know. He tried to screw us, but I
screwed him instead. Right about now he should be enjoying the company
of the school football team." She dropped a sly wink at Stacy.
"Well from our position, it looked like you were having a bit of fun
with the coach. Have you decided to ditch Cliffy?" Stacy was genuinely
interested in what Tracy had to say, not because she wanted Cliffy for
herself, but because she was sure there was something growing between
him and her sister.
"I thought about it," admitted Tracy. "Did you know that Clifford was
the only guy I had slept with in ages? Before Coach that it is."
"Yes, I noticed that. To be honest I thought that maybe you had
feelings for Cliffy. But after watching you go at it with Coach
Baxter, I guess I was wrong."
"No, you're not wrong. I enjoyed doing Coach, but I realised that the
one I really want is Clifford." She looked around. "Where is he
anyway?"
"Um, well that's just it you see. When you told him to go home, he
thought you meant that it was over between you two." Stacy dropped her
eyes to the floor. "I think you may have broken his heart."
"What? No, that's not how it is. I didn't mean for him to leave, just
to come here and wait for me. I had to find out what Coach was up to,
and I couldn't do that with Clifford there." She looked worried to
Stacy, almost scared. "I'm gonna call him at home, tell him what I
really meant and not to be silly." Tracy reached for the phone, but
her sister stopped her.
"He didn't go home Tracy."
"Where did he go?"
"You remember Janet? The girl who tried to steal Cliffy at the party?
The girl we drugged and fixed up with Free Willy?"
"You don't mean..."
"Yup, Cliffy went to Janet's."
***
The End, for now.
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Oh no. Clifford has run off to the waiting arms of Janet, the girl the
Twins fixed up with Willy in Twins 3, The Party. Is this the end for
Tracy and Clifford?
If it were, then there wouldn't be a Twins 8. Well there would, but it
wouldn't be called "Twins 8, The Quest for Clifford", coming soon to a
news server near you.
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