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Subject: {ASSM} <Easter> Easter Proxies 1/2 (FFM+ orgy oral FMM inter)  
Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 02:10:03 -0400
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This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts.
Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable,
or violates laws in your part of the world.

This story is Copyright 2001 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
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EASTER PROXIES


Special Agents Gerald Maytag and Heather Stanton settled into the
plastic seats of the campus police briefing room. They had just
met Secret Service agents Tyrell Hill and Elaine Lund, and their
supervisor, Hank "Red Bone" Bonet. There was no time allotted
beyond introductions, though. Red Bone began his briefing almost
immediately. The annoyed expression on his face made it clear that he
cared little for this assignment. 

"Here at Lonestar University, the Gamma Gamma Gamma sorority has
a long history of hosting easter egg hunts every year for the
Sigma Epsilon Chi fraternity," Red Bone began. His voice was
deep, colored by a southern twang. He wore an old suit, with a
paisley tie long out of fashion, and a large ring on each hand.
One was a wedding band, the other a heavy platinum ring bearing
the United States Marine Corps insignia. The trademark red hair
on top of his head was fighting a losing battle to an invasion
of gray. 

"In past years," he went on, "this was a simple, run of the mill,
egg hunt. A social affair. Some years they even did it for
charity, with sick kids comin' in a and so on. Well, that's
changed. The event has taken on more of a sexual nature
recently." 

"Sir?" Maytag asked. 

"I'm not gonna get into salacious details with y'all, Agent
Maytag. Go ahead and use your imagination, I understand this is
y'all's kind of bidness, so that shouldn't be too hard." 

Stanton laughed. So did Hill and Lund. 

"The exact details of the activity are not at issue," Red Bone
said. "What we care about is the participation, or more
importantly the non-participation, of Tara Gash in said
activity." 

Tara Gash was the twenty year old daughter of recently elected
President Garrison Gash. When he was Texas Governor Gash, Tara
elected to attend Lonestar University. The choice sat well with
Texans then, and with the country at large when Gash ran for the
Oval Office. 

Tara Gash enjoyed good approval ratings. It didn't hurt that she
was also an attractive young woman. Late night talk show hosts
referred to her as the First Babe, early morning radio shock
jocks called her First Nookie. The Secret Service called her
something not so far different. 

Simply by being a candidate for the highest office in the land,
Gash received the benefit of Secret Service protection. Which
also meant he received a Secret Service codename, Okra. Red Bone
bestowed it upon him, because he thought Gash was a good, down-home
Southern boy like himself. Treasury Agents who did not think so
highly of the man said Okra was a good name because Gash was a
fucking vegetable. 

Keeping with the Southern theme, the First Lady, Lucy, received
the pseudonym "Cotton". Their eldest son Asher was doomed to have
Tobacco as his sophomoric code name. Young Julian was tagged
"Grits". They called Tara Gash "Biscuit". 

"Did she participate last year?" Maytag asked, undaunted by Red
Bone's previous comment. 

Red Bone took a deep breath. "Yes, but the good people of Texas
have more of an understanding for the vagaries of this fine
educational institution than their fellow Americans. If Okra has
to explain this to them, he'll establish an official team of
Presidential Sea Lions in Alaska and then send me up there to act
as their security detail." 

Maytag pressed. "But, sir,--" 

"Dang it, Maytag!" Red Bone exploded. "I am not going to have the
liberal press running stories about the First Daughter running
around on Easter Sunday with a bright pink plastic easter egg
stuck up her cooter, you got me?" 

Stanton snorted trying to hold back the laughter. 

"I apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities, Agent
Stanton," Red Bone said. "It seems Agent Maytag has managed to
make me lose my cool. I think it also shows how serious I am
about this, even if my Secret Service agents do not share that
opinion. Perhaps they oughtta." 

Hill and Lund straightened at that, clearly offended. 

"Now that I have everyone's full attention, let me continue.
Since the Gamma Easter Egg Hunt has changed to a non-traditional
romp in the garden, some years the ladies give Egg Hunt
assignments. Specific guys in Ep Chi are paired with specific
members from Gamma Gamma Gamma. That is what is happening this
year, but we have no idea who might have Biscuit or what the Egg
Hunt game is this year. You have two days to find Biscuit's guy
and keep him in a cold shower until this thing is done." 

Stanton asked a question. "Sir, you have a detail around Miss
Gash. Why not just stop things from that side?" 

"Of course I have a detail around her, where do you think these
yahoos came from?" Red Bone wagged a finger at Hill and Lund.
"But if I start acting like some overprotective Baptist nanny,
Biscuit complains to Cotton, and Cotton talks to Okra, and then
guess what Okra does?" 

"Sends you to watch those sea lions, sir?" Hill asked. 

"Love that humor, Hill," Red Bone said. "I'll be sure to request
that you be transferred along with me so I don't miss it up
there." Red Bone looked around. "Now, do you four think you can
handle this assignment? Do I need to pull out crayons and draw
you a picture? Well, answer me!" 

"No, sir," everyone said in unison before they broke up into a
cacophony of "understood", "got it", "no problem" and a machine
gun string of sir's. 

"That's what I want to hear," Red Bone said. "I want regular
status reports. Dismissed." It was Red Bone that exited, however,
leaving the four to hash out a plan of attack. 

Maytag and Stanton looked at their peers, who looked back at
them. Tyrone Hill was a dark-skinned black man with hair cut so
short his head might as well have been shaved. He had a thin
mustache, and wore a dark olive suit with fashionably short thin
lapels, and a matching shirt tie of a slightly lighter olive
color. Elaine Lund was almost translucently white in comparison,
with short blond hair and green eyes. She wore the same kind of
simple black pant suit that the blue-eyed brunette Stanton did,
but she wore a gold choker around her neck, and multiple
bracelets, while Stanton wore only simple earrings. Maytag was
the picture of the uniform G-man as Hoover intended, brown hair
cut neat, face clean shaven. His suit and tie were fit for
banking, but his black shoes were built for walking a beat. 

Stanton spoke first. "What did he mean, he was serious about
this, but others were not? Was that a dig at you two?" 

"Not exactly," Lund answered in a strong voice that stood
out from the fair features and pixie haircut. "He meant it more
across the board." 

"How so?" Maytag asked. 

Hill replied, "No one was interested in this assignment. Red Bone
had to compromise. He brought in you two, and he let the rest of
us draw straws." 

"I see," Maytag said. 

"We're all professionals here, Agent Maytag," Lund said. "We'll
do the job right." 

"To tell you the truth," Hill said, "I like the assignment. Never
miss a chance to mess with fraternity guys." 

"OK, then," Stanton said. "Where do we start? We have no probable
cause to conduct searches. We're going to need someone to
cooperate." 

"Fat chance," Lund said. "I was with Biscuit and some of her
sorority sisters at a Lonestar basketball game. They wanted us to
get them hot dogs and soda. Thought we were some kind of valet." 

"Biscuit's cooler than that," Hill said. "I mean, she gets what
she wants in life, but she treats us with respect. She knows what
the job is all about." 

"So we need to find someone we can lean on a little," Maytag
said. "Do we have a list of these people?" 

"We have one for Gamma Gamma Gamma," Lund said. 

"I'll snag one for Ep Chi," Hill added. "We'll check the campus
police records first, and then look up names against CIC." 

An hour later, they were doing exactly that, going through names,
checking against the campus police records for anything of
interest. Each worked at their own terminal with a partial list
of names to speed up work, but they were near enough each other
to chat. 

"What kind of name is Elizabeth-Constance van der Horeth?"
Stanton asked. 

"A rich one, I'm sure," Maytag said. "My list reads like the
Fortune 500 list of companies. The names are exactly the same." 

"I know," said Lund. "I feel like I'm investigating investment
banks" 

"Or shopping for cars, or striking oil" Hill added. "Like a who's
who of rich and famous." 

"Or for their kids," Maytag said. 

"I would have guessed Ivy League for these kids," Lund said. 

"The weather is better here," Stanton said. 

"And maybe the work is easier," Hill added. 

"I've got a guy here that campus police cited for public
intoxication, urination, and resisting arrest." Lund called. 

"Sounds like a typical college Thursday night," Maytag said. 
"That's not good leverage. He's probably proud of it." 

"Well here's one that obviously isn't proud," Stanton said. 

"What's that?" Hill asked. 

"Gloria Alberts changed her name just before entering school this
year," she said. "Campus police have it on file as a matter of
record." 

"Maybe her parents were divorced," Lund said. "Getting back at
her father." 

"People change their names," Maytag said. "Why is that
embarrassing?" 

"Because most people don't start out as a Dorschenberg," Stanton answered. 

"Who?" Hill asked.

Maytag was much more familiar with the name than Hill. "The
millionaire murderer," he said softly. Maytag started in the FBI
with a violent crimes unit. One of his first cases was an
unexplained set of killings in country clubs. Two wealthy matrons
were slain, and a few others that made the occasional society
column. Originally they suspected the help, but eventually they
uncovered Neils Dorschenberg as the killer. 

"I remember that case," Lund said. 

"Me too," Maytag said. "I remember Gloria Dorschenberg, too. She
was a nice kid." 

"Why would she wait until now to change her name?" 

"Fresh start, I guess," Maytag said. "She's been through enough,
and deserves that fresh start. I can't lean on her for this." 

"That's OK," Lund said. "That's why they call it good cop, bad
cop." 

"And we can make it three bad cops if we have to," Hill added.

* * * 

Gloria Alberts was not happy. "Please, Agent Maytag, don't do
this to me again!" 

"Just tell us about the weekend," Hill said. "We get that, you
never hear from us again. Neither does anyone else." 

She folded her arms in front of her. "Fine! Ashley, the Gamma
president, gave us a list of guys and names for each. We had to
mark the guys with the girls names so they would know who they
had for the Egg Hunt." 

"Mark them?" Lund asked. 

"Their dicks, all right!? We took a marker and wrote it on their
dicks. All the pledges had to do this as an assignment. So if you
had Ashley's guy you wrote a-s-h-l-e-y on the side of his thing." 

"I wonder who could fit Elizabeth-Constance?" Stanton asked. 

"You'd be disappointed," Gloria said. "I could only write E-C." 

* * * 

"Seems pretty simple," Hill said. "We just sneak a camera in the
bathrooms at their frat house and watch." 

"Poor resolution, not enough time," Maytag said. "Next idea." 

"We just ask them to drop anchor and look," Lund said. 

"They can refuse," Stanton said. "Unless we had a warrant." 

"How are you planning on getting that?" Hill asked. 

"Check the list. If just one of those pledges was seventeen,
we're in business." 

"But then it would be public record," Lund said. "We'd draw
attention to the whole thing. Exactly what Red Bone doesn't
want." 

"Not necessarily," Maytag said. "If she's a minor, we can keep
the whole thing sealed on the basis of protecting her identity.
By extension Tara Gash is protected." 

"Do you think a judge is going to give you a John Doe search
warrant on that evidence?" 

"This state executes mentally retarded people," Maytag said. "Not
exactly a bastion of defendant's rights." 

"And it's Gash's backyard," Stanton added. 

They had a warrant before you could whistle Dixie. 

* * * 

They found their first trio outside the library. The agents knew
the boys were Ep Chi because their shirts were emblazoned with
the greek letters. The feds escorted them to the men's room in
the library, explaining what they needed on the way. 

"Well they're not coming in, are they?" one guy asked, looking at
Stanton and Lund. 

"How about that?" Hill said. "They'd rather have a couple of men
poking around their shorts." 

"That's not what I meant!" 

"What did you mean?" Lund asked, amused. 

"They can check me out," said the guy, doing his best to stick
out his chest. 

In The bathroom the frat boys dropped their shorts, and the
agents took a look at what was written. 

"If you're looking for nutritional information," one said to
Stanton as she crouched in front of him, "it's 100% pure beef." 

"Oh, it's bull, that's for sure," Stanton replied. She examined
the guy's flaccid length. "Lucky guy," she said. "Two names." 

"Another lucky one," Maytag said. "Two names on this one as
well." 

"And I'm the luckiest of all," Hill said. "Does Tara G mean
anything to you people." 

"You two can go," Maytag said to the others. 

"You have a little sore there, " Stanton said to 100% beef as he
pulled up his pants. 

"I do?" he asked nervously. 

"Yeah. Might want to get that checked." 

Lund looked at her quizzically as the two dashed out of the
bathroom. Stanton smiled and shook her head no. 

"Listen up," Hill said to the guy, whose pants were still around
his ankles. "I don't care what you and Miss Gash do normally.
Fraternize all you want. But this weekend, you stay clear, you
hear me?" 

"We'll be watching you all weekend," Lund said. "If you so much
as jay walk, we'll hold you in the tank for as long as the courts
let us. Then a little bit more while your lawyer writes briefs to
make us stop." 

He surrendered his wallet and they got his name and every number
they could find. They had no idea if the song and dance worked,
but he looked scared. His dick had shrunken up like a sun dried
tomato. 

* * * 

"That's right, sir," Hill said on the phone. "We'll be watching
him the whole time. We will call you if anything changes. Thank
you, sir." He turned to face his colleagues. "Red Bone is
thrilled." 

"He oughtta be. We nailed this thing. Now maybe we can relax,"
Stanton said, smiling at Hill. 

"You think?" Lund said, looking up from a note pad where she had
been writing. 

"He was scared shitless in there, Lund," Hill said. "He's not
going anywhere." 

Lund shrugged. "Yeah, you're probably right." She went back to
her pencil work. 

"What's up Lund?" Maytag asked. "What are you working on?" 

"I started in the counterfeit division of the Secret Service,"
she said. "They teach us how to do quick statistics so we can
figure out math for the money supply and how fast bad bills can
move in a certain area, likelihoods of coincidence, that sort of
thing." 

"And?" Stanton asked. 

"Well, I did some rough checking on the odds of us finding Biscuit's
guy on the first shot." 

Hill stroked his mustache. "What about it?" 

"I figure about the same as hitting a number straight up on
roulette." 

"That's not so odd," Hill replied. "35 to one, right?" 

"Thirty-seven," Stanton said. "You're forgetting the
zeroes. The payout is 35 to one." 

"Yes, not so unlikely," Lund answered. "But what about the other guys, the ones
with two names?" 

"Mr Bullshit and friend? What about them?" Stanton asked. 

"Well, the numbers of guys and girls in the two groups is only
off by a small number. So there should be very few guys with more
than one name." 

"I see," Maytag said. "And you calculated the odds of us getting
two of those and Biscuit's guy in our first shot. How bad?" 

"Think about hitting that same roulette number, only on a wheel
with ten thousand numbers." 

"It doesn't matter," Hill asserted. "It happened. We're just
lucky." 

"Maybe," Maytag said. "But you don't think so, do you, Lund?" 

"No. Those odds are too high against us. But there's a way it
becomes more likely." 

"How's that?" Stanton asked. They all focused on Lund now. It
was her show. 

"Imagine the distribution changes. Imagine this was not pretty
much one-to-one. If a lot of guys had one name, then the
remaining guys would be outnumbered by the girls, and more likely
to get two names. Then in any random sample, you would be more
likely to draw guys with multiple girls, and guys with that one
name." 

Realization spread through all of them. "Tara Gash is that one
name," Stanton said. 

"It wasn't luck, it was almost a guarantee," Maytag said. 

"Oh, shit," Hill said, slapping a hand to his smooth head. 

"Oh, shit, is right," Lund said. "Gamma Gamma Gamma set Biscuit
up with a gang bang." 

* * * 

They decided to gauge how bad things were first before having Red
Bone place the whole fraternity under house arrest. They took
that John Doe warrant around and used it all over. They didn't
always find someone with Tara G on his johnson, but they found a
few more, and quickly. 

Each time they gave him the same warning, but they knew the guys
must be talking to one another. The agents knew they could not be
winning. After they had a couple dozen results, Lund calculated
new statistics. "I'd say about twenty five guys, plus or minus a
few." 

"God damn!" Hill exclaimed. 

To add insult, the boys took to a little creative writing.
Stanton found one guy who had crossed out Tara G and written
"Heather" instead. There was no Heather in Gamma Gamma Gamma. She
knew they were talking to each other after that. 

Stanton mentioned it to Lund, who confirmed it. She saw a Heather
and an Elaine last round as well. They were both about to say
something when they lost the chance. Hill found a guy with
Heather written on his prick. 

"What is this?" he said. 

"What?" the guy said. 

Hill stood up and slapped him. "Don't fuck with me, fool! What is
this? Are you a comedian?" 

The boy tried to move back, but the pants around his ankles
hobbled him. He had been smiling, but he looked terrified after
the slap. 

"Hey, hey," Maytag yelled. "Cool it, Hill! What's going on?" 

"Maytag, get him out of here, we'll take care of this," Stanton
said. 

Maytag and Hill left the room, and Stanton pulled Lund aside.
"This is my play. Keep your mouth shut, don't say a word to
anyone." Then she turned to the guy. 

"Is that Elaine or Heather written there?" she asked him. 

"Heather," he said, still cowering. 

"I'm Heather," she said, "Do you know that?" 

He offered a nervous yes. 

"Is that some kind of joke, or do you want to fuck me?" 

"Huh?" 

"You're a college student," Stanton said. "Pretend you know
English. Is that just a joke, or do you want to fuck me this
Easter?" 

"I...I..." 

"I'll take that as a yes. And I'm gonna make a deal with you...
what's your name again?" 

"Brad." 

"Brad," Stanton said. "Here's the deal. I come over to that
little house of yours on Easter, and everyone who has Tara G, or
Tara G with a line through it, and no other name other than mine
or Elaine's can take me on." 

He was silent. Absolutely silent. 

"What's wrong, I'm not your type? I will rock your world, Brad.
Do you believe me?" 

"I believe you," he said. 

"I don't!" Lund called out. "Are you out of your mind?" 

"Do you have a better idea? How else can we keep all of these
guys under wraps and away from her for the day?" 

"You're just replacing one scandal with another! A bigger one!" 

"Who's going to talk? Brad?" 

"Yes! They'll talk, they won't be able to shut about it." 

"If they talk, it can never happen again. If it blows up, Tara
Gash is out of here, and they're toast." 

"So are we!"

"We're toast anyway, Lund. We became fall guys, proxies, patsies,
whatever, as soon as we got this assignment. That's why you drew
lots. That's why Red Bone is so tense. No one wins, here."

Lund sighed. Stanton was right and they both knew it.
"You're serious about this aren't you?" Lund asked. 

Stanton nodded her head. 

"Well, then count me in," Lund said. "If you can take on twenty
guys for the team, I can, too." 

"OK. What do you think of that, Brad?" 

Brad's dick was hard. That pretty much answered the question. 

* * * 

In the car, Maytag and Hill watched Lund and Stanton walk to the
fraternity house. They sat with pursed lips and said little. They
had already argued the day before and lost. No one wanted to go
to Alaska. This was the best plan they had. 

On the way up the stairs to the wooden porch Lund looked at
Stanton. "Nervous?" 

"A little," Stanton lied. She rang the door bell. "I think
that'll go away soon." 

"Could I call you Heather during this thing?" 

"Sure. Would you like if I call you Elaine?" 

"Yes." 

Stanton smiled. The front door opened and a short stocky kid with
a Sigma Epsilon Chi hat stood there, holding a beer. 

"I see you're starting to party already," Stanton asked. 

"You must be Heather and Elaine," he said, smiling. 

Stanton smiled right back. "We sure are. Before we come in, I
just want to make sure you guys have the rules straight. Only the
guys who drew Tara's name to start with are here, correct?" 

"Yes," he answered. 

"Everyone clipped their nails and filed them nice and smooth?" 

"You know it," he said, showing her his smooth nails. "You know a
little bit about this kind of thing, huh?" 

"I'll ask the questions. And lose the baseball hat, OK? I hate
that look." 

He scrambled to ditch the hat. 

"And while we're on the subject of looks, I know this is a gang
bang, and that this is a frat house, but I expect a little bit of
class. The keg better not be in the room you have for us. And I
don't want to see one piece of furniture in that room built out
of wood planks and cinder blocks. Understand?" 

"Uh, yeah, I'll check on that." 

"Great," Stanton said as she walked in. "Now that being said, I
think my friend and I could do with a beer before we get started.
And have some water ready in the room. I'm sure we'll get
thirsty." 

He left the foyer, but curious boys began to enter the room from
all sides. Lund quickly asked "You have done this before haven't
you, Heather?" Stanton barely had time to plead the fifth before
they were surrounded by young men, showing their fresh manicures,
making little jokes. 

* * * 

"How long do you think this is going to take?" Hill asked outside
in the car. 

"I told you I don't want to talk about it," Maytag answered. 

"They're probably getting started about now," Hill said. His dick
was rock hard. 

* * * 

Kurt, Ep Chi treasurer and highest ranking among the assembled,
lifted his cup in a toast. "Heather, Elaine, thank you for
helping us out with this awkward situation. The girls at Gamma
thought they had a good idea, but I think this is even better." 

Whoops and hollers filled the room. There were about twenty guys
in the room. Lund had not been very far off in her estimates.
Most already had their shoes off, as did Stanton and Lund. There
were mats covering the entire floor, another of Stanton's
instructions. 

"We have something for you," Kurt said. "The Gamma girls got
these for the Egg Hunt and we thought you'd like to have one." 

Another Ep Chi brother handed them each a white shirt. They were
spaghetti strap tank tops, with only three Greek letter gammas
the words, Easter Egg Hunt, and the year written over the left
breast. 

"Thanks," the women said. 

"All the girls are wearing those today, so maybe you should,
too." 

"Good enough a start as any," Stanton said. She pulled off her
top and the boys cheered. Someone turned on some music, and
Stanton made a show of taking off her bra. She let the straps
fall from her shoulder, held the cups in her hand, and teased the
crowd. There were shouts and high fives all over. She gave them a
peek, and then covered her breasts again. 

"Take it off," someone yelled. 

Stanton let them drop and set off another waves of cheers. She
raised her arms over her head and shook her tits back and forth
to more applause. Bringing her arms back down she put on the
t-shirt. The brothers booed. 

"It'll be off again soon," she said. "And I'm not alone," she
said, gesturing to Lund. 

The small blonde smiled and did her best to follow up what
Stanton did. She peeled off her blouse slowly, but then ripped
off her bra and threw it into the crowd. The blonde had full
sized breasts that looked huge against her smallish frame.
Stanton clapped appreciatively. The white tank top barely
contained those breasts, and her nipples stood out hard against
the solid white material. 

"Bottoms," guys yelled out. 

Stanton took Lund by the hand and stepped to the wall, smiling at
the guys close by. Lund whispered to her, "I can't believe this
is making me so wet!" 

"You'd better be, Elaine," she whispered back. "They're about to
explode." Stanton looked over her shoulder. "Can everyone see?"
she yelled. 

"Yeah," they shouted. 

"Drop 'em, Elaine" Stanton said to her companion with a wink. 

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