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Subject: {ASSM} Kari Gold, Teen P.I. #1 - Basic Blackmail, Part 1 (intro, first day of high school, tease)
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Kari Gold, Teen P.I. #1 - Basic Blackmail, Part 1 (intro, first day of
high school, tease)

This story is my property ... not that anyone would want to steal it,
but, hey, who knows what kind of weirdos are out there.  Oh yeah,
adults only, too (yeah, right!)


Thus begins the saga of Kari Gold's high school years.  More
installments to follow.

BTW, all my stories can be googled at:
http://groups.google.com/groups?q=group:alt.sex.stories.moderated+author:karigold_sky%40hotmail.com&hl=en




Kari Gold - Teen P.I. #1

Basic Blackmail




.... Why can't you scream? You push the air out of your lungs, let it
surge over the cords of your larynx, unbridled.  Again and again ...
but nothing floods into your ears.  No sound.  Just an aching bleat, a
stifled whimper, the aborted aftermath of a stillborn scream. 

At some point in the struggle, you lose your hands, your feet, then
your arms and finally your legs. Your flailing limbs are stripped from
you one at a time like articles of clothing, then bound up in
haphazard knots, wet bed sheets coiled into a tensile straightjacket. 

Cold wet concrete scrapes against your bare skin like dirty, dry ice,
scalding your thighs with a rash of goose pimples.  Over the prickles
of their laughter, you can hear the pounding surf of your heart.
Somewhere, through the tears, past the miasma of stale urine and ripe
excrement, beyond the thick press of thighs and fingernails is freedom
.... freedom and ...

----

" ... HIGH SCHOOL." Juanita Walker announced as the Erde's Plymouth
Voyager turned the corner of Campus Avenue.  Suddenly, Stratford High
School loomed ahead at 12 o'clock high.  Juanita was sitting behind
the driver's seat next to a very nervous Amy Hovan.  In the seats
behind Juanita and Amy sat Sue Jurkowski and Kari Gold.   "We finally
made it, guys," Juanita tried to inject some enthusiasm into the
scene.

"We almost didn't," Pam Erde observed from the front passenger seat,
turning back a moment to glare in Sue Jurkowski's direction.  The
breasty blond was staring anxiously at her reflection in the window,
though, straightening the starched white collar beneath her bulky
cheerleading sweater and not even noticing her best friend's scowl.

REALLY annoyed now, Pam turned her attention back through the front
windshield.  Chewing the inside of her lip, the willowy brunette
silently studied the large brick building which grew closer with every
revolution of the Voyager's tires.  Eight grade levels worth of
anticipation and dread had at long last culminated in this, the
DEFINING moment for her first fourteen years of life - the first day
of high school.  A shiver ran through her slender frame, and suddenly
she felt a reassuring hand close tightly around her tensed fingers. 

Pam turned towards the driver's seat, exchanging a pained nervous
smile with her father, Ben Erde.  Besides being the girls' chauffer,
Mr. Erde was also a Social Studies teacher at Stratford High.  Now
that his eldest daughter and all her friends had finally reached high
school, Ben had the unenviable task of driving them to school each and
every morning until graduation.  The very thought of the next four
years made him crave a cigarette even though he'd quit almost ten
years prior.

Already on their first day of high school, the quintet of freshman
girls had faced a MAJOR CRISIS.  After a summer's worth of
pre-planning, a daily schedule had been agreed to by EVERYONE involved
-- kids and parents.  The girls would meet at the Erde's by 7:30AM so
they could be at school by 7:45AM.  As a teacher, Mr. Erde was
required to arrive at least thirty minutes before the 8:15AM tardy
bell.  The half hour would also give the girls a chance to finish
their homework or get any extra classroom help they needed.  Yet,
despite all their prior preparation, Sue Jurkowski STILL hadn't
arrived at the Erde's until almost 8:00AM.  Now the girls and Mr. Erde
risked being late for their first day of school.

"Come on, guys!?" Juanita Walker half demanded and half implored.
"Let it go already.  So we're a little late.  Big deal ..."

"Sam Houston was a little late at the Alamo," Kari Gold quipped from
her seat in back of the mini-van.  "We're like TOTALLY screwed."  Mr.
Erde laughed.  He was the only one.  "Thanks, Mr. E.," Kari
acknowledged her friend's father.  "I'm glad someone got that."

"We got it," Juanita snapped back at her best friend.  "We just didn't
think it was funny, that's all."

"This coming from someone who thinks Amanda Bynes and Carrot Top are
comic geniuses .." Kari fired back.

"Guys ..?" Amy Hovan interjected.  "Can you please NOT?"

"Amy's right," Mr. Erde joined in.  "You'd be better off saving the
'attitude' for the upperclassmen.  Something tells me you're going to
need it."

"My dad's right," Pam added.  "Remember our pact.  No matter WHAT, we
ALL stick together.  It's us against them in there, okay ..?  If we
start turning on each other, we're dead meat."

"Geez, Pams, you make it sound like we're going to prison," Juanita
laughed.

"Don't worry, 'Neets," Kari Gold cut in.  "I got your back.  I'm not
going to let any cheerleaders make you their bitch."  As soon as she
spoke those words, Kari Gold regretted them.  She looked
apologetically over at Sue Jurkowski.  "I'm sorry, Suze.  It was just
a joke .."

But Sue didn't even seem to hear Kari.  In fact, she was so out of it
that she didn't seem to hear anything being said in the van.  She just
stared at her reflection in the window, a look of pure, blanched
terror on her face.

"Whatever?!" Kari Gold sighed to herself.  For the life of her, Kari
had NO IDEA why Sue might be reacting this way.  Out of all the girls,
Sue had the most reason to be ECSTATIC about the beginning of her high
school career.

At the end of the last school year, Sue had been accepted to the
freshman cheerleading squad.  Then in August, she'd spent six weeks
attending a statewide cheerleading camp with the rest of Stratford
High's squad.  If anything, Sue Jurlowski should have been bouncing
off the walls of the mini-van.  Instead, she had the look of someone
attending her own execution.

In Kari Gold's eyes, her friend's newfound cheerleader status promised
to be just the first of many potential pitfalls facing the five
previously inseparable friends.  Already, Sue's social circle was
extending beyond their tight-knit quintet, and she DEFINITELY seemed
different - more distant and aloof -- after returning home from
cheerleading camp the previous week.  Out of everyone, Pam was taking
Sue's transformation the hardest.  They'd been best friends since the
first day of kindergarten, and Sue's lateness and ambivalence that
morning only seemed to accentuate the growing gulf between them.   

"Look, we're not late."  Mr. Erde pointed to the digital clock on his
dashboard as he turned in to the school's parking lot.  "It's only
8:10.  You've got five minutes," he assured them.  In another few
seconds, he parked his car in his assigned spot.  Doors flew open, and
the girls readied themselves to join the throng of students flooding
into the building.  "Do you all have your schedules?" Mr. Erde asked.
"Do you all know where your homerooms are?"

"We've got it under control, dad," Pam snapped back.  "We're not
little kids, you know."

"I know," Mr. Erde grinned helplessly.  "I just .."

"C'ya, dad!" Pam cut him off with a peck on his cheek before falling
in with the rest of her friends.  An instant later, the five friends
were marching in formation, their tight phalanx gradually merging into
the hordes of students storming the ramparts of Stratford High School.



2


"Do you need help?"  The girl's voice startled Kari Gold's desperate
eyes from their confused trance.  The REAL shock came, however, when
Kari turned to face the girl.  Kari recognized her immediately: Gina
Baldassario, senior captain of Stratford's varsity cheerleading team.
And she was dressed in her uniform and EVERYTHING.

For one of the first times in her life, Kari Gold found herself
speechless.  Dumbly, she pointed to her class schedule and then to the
directional sign posted at the entrance to the 300 Hall.  On her
schedule next to "Period 1" was written "AP Biology - Mr. Burns - Room
322."  The sign above the corridor, however, read: Rooms 300-320.

"God," Gina exclaimed, "they make that SO confusing, don't they?"
Kari just shook her head in reply.  "Go up those stairs," Gina pointed
to a flight of steps off to Kari's right.  "That's the upper 300 hall.
322 is the first one on your left."  The cheerleader paused then began
talking again.  "You know, you'd think they'd put a sign down here
with an arrow pointing up for Rooms 321-340.  But they don't.  And
don't even TRY to ask anyone on student council to work on it either.
They're like WAY too busy taking bribes from Coke and Pepsi for
exclusive rights to the cafeteria soda-pop machines to do anything
CONSTRUCTIVE around here."  She paused.  "By the way, welcome to
Stratford High," suddenly she was extending her hand, palm down,
towards Kari Gold.  "I'm Gina .. Gina Baldassario."   

"Hi," Kari Gold awkwardly shifted her books to her left hand so she
could loosely clasp her right hand around Gina's fingers.

"I thought I recognized you," Gina smiled back   "You're the
detective, right ..?"  She turned her extended hand so that her palms
faced up and gently squeezed Kari's fingers.

"Mm hmm," Kari nodded.

"I read about you in The Sentinel," Gina nodded back, still grasping
Kari's hand.  "You know, we can certainly use someone like you around
here."

"Umm .. thanks," Kari slowly and gently withdrew her hand from Gina's
grip.  "I'm .. um .. going to be late."  Kari hunched her shoulder
towards the crowded stairwell.  "Thanks."

"No prob," Gina smiled, giving Kari Gold a wave as the bewildered
freshman alighted the stairwell and navigated her way to Room 322.

"Now that was REALLY weird," Kari thought to herself as she entered
the classroom.  Scoping out the remaining empty seats, the anxious
ninth-grade detective spied a spot next to Nicole Lurie.  Relieved
that she'd made it to her first class on time, Kari hustled towards
the vacant desk as the last tardy bell rang.

"Hey!" Nicole smiled at Kari.

"Heya!" Kari smiled back as she sat down.  Nicole was one of the few
girls in her Advanced Placement classes that Kari could actually
stand.  All of the rest of the AP girls were either brownnosers like
Norma Ventura and Casey Schrock or cheerleader-types like Devon
Lindler and Qarri Klingbeil - yes, that was Qarri .. with a Q.

"Here we are .. again," Nicole sighed.

"Yeppers," Kari returned the sigh.  "So how was your summer?" she
politely asked.

"All right .. nothing like yours, though," Nicole added.  Obviously,
she was referring to the slew of TV news stories and front-page
headlines featuring Kari Gold, teen detective.  During the twelve-week
summer break, Kari had single-handedly brought down not one but TWO
notorious local criminals.  One curmudgeonly columnist in the Sentinel
had even started a drive to get Kari Gold appointed as the state's
Attorney General.  "You're like a big celebrity now," Nicole observed.

"Listen," Kari tried to keep smiling.  "Can we just NOT talk about
that, okay ..?  I mean I just want to forget about all that and get
back to normal if I can."

"Sure," Nicole agreed.  "I can understand that.  Still I was like so
psyched.  I'm like: 'Hey, I know her ..'"

"Welcome to AP Biology," a man's booming voice cut Nicole off.
Immediately, all eyes focused on the front of the classroom.  There, a
tall, bearded man in a white lab coat stood, clipboard in hand.  "I
trust we can get started now ..?" he asked rhetorically, then paused a
moment while all the students settled in.  

"I'm Mr. Burns," he continued, "and for the first semester of AP
Biology we'll be studying Cytology - that is the study of cells and
cellular organisms, from viruses and protozoa up through phylum
chordata.  Since this is an AP class, I will assume you all have
mastered the basics of biology and that some of this material will be
review.  Thus, I will proceed without stopping to explain many of the
basic terms and principles used in my lectures and the text.  

"If you find yourself lost in the first few days of this class," he
went on, "THIS would be the time to SEE ME so we can transfer you into
one of the regular bio classes.  Coming up to me at mid-term and
informing me that you haven't understood a DOGGONE thing I've said for
the first 10 weeks will not buy you ANYTHING but my scorn and
ridicule."  He paused a moment to let his warning sink in.

"If a question arises in class, PLEASE ask," he started speaking
again.  "Just make sure it is an APPROPRIATE question.  For example,
asking me to re-explain the sequencing processes of chromosomal
mutation during meiosis would be an appropriate question.  Asking me
WHAT meiosis is, however, will only meet with my standard response to
inappropriate questions, which is 'CTB.'  For your edification, CTB
means CHECK THE BOOK."  He paused again.

"By the time you finish this semester," he continued with a smile,
"you will have completed coursework in Cytology equivalent to a
similar course taken at the college level.  One third of you sitting
here will drop this course within three days.  Another third of you
will earn an average grade of C and be PROUD of this fact.  Of the
remaining third, 90% will earn Bs and only 10% -- that means only one
or possibly two of you -- will earn As.  Often, NONE of my AP students
maintain an A average throughout the entire semester.  Even less
manage straight As when completing this course's second semester,
which is Human Anatomy."  He suddenly paused and looked down at his
clipboard.

"Christian Richardson .. the Fourth?" he asked slowly, raising his
eyes back to the class when he finished reading the name.

"Y..yes," a boy answered nervously from the back of the class.
Christian was a bespectacled, introverted nose picker that was only in
the AP program because his parents - two prominent local lawyers - had
COERCED the school system to admit him.  Despite his near-failing
grades, Christian stuck it out in AP year after year while his parents
donated thousands of dollars annually to the Program.  Needless to
say, Christian's well-known reputation as a 'hanger-on' made Kari
wonder if Mr. Burns had singled out the boy on purpose or by accident.

"A minute ago, I used the term 'meiosis.'" Mr. Burns fixated the boy
in a withering gaze.  "Can you refresh us all as to WHAT 'meiosis'
means?"

"Um .." Christian paused, his eyes darting around the room nervously.
He was looking for anyone or anything that could help him.  As always,
though, the alienated boy was left to founder on his own.

"Mr. Richardson?" Mr. Burns asked after 20 excruciating seconds had
elapsed.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kari spotted a sudden movement.
Suddenly, Qarri Klingbeil, freshman cheerleader, sprang up from her
desk and started shouting: "Stand up and yell it / stand up and
scream.  Let them know you're yelling / For the number #1 team.
S.H.S. / the best - oh yes - that's right!  Now stand up and yell it /
for the good old red and white!  Go RED!  Go WHITE!  "  While she
belted out the cheer, she kicked up her legs furiously.  Instantly,
her short, pleated skirt began sliding up her tanned, toned thighs to
reveal ...

"NO WAY!" Scotty Mayhew gasped from his vantage point in the desk
directly to Qarri's left.

It took a moment longer for everyone else in the class to catch on.
Even Kari Gold couldn't believe what she was seeing.

QARRI KLINGBEIL WAS WEARING NOTHING BENEATH HER CHEERLEADING SKIRT!
No panties, not even a thong - NOTHING!   And, to further add to the
surreal display, her pink privates were TOTALLY SHAVED.  Her smooth
mons glistened with ice-cold perspiration and the unmistakable
condensation of arousal.

The whole classroom, even Mr. Burns, could only watch in shocked
silence as Qarri completed her exhibitionistic cheer.  Then, as
suddenly as she sprang into life, Qarri slunk back down into her desk,
tears streaming in jagged rivulets down her face scarlet cheeks.

Needless to say, Mr. Burns had now completely forgotten about his
impending inquisition of Christian Richardson.  Trying not to appear
totally flummoxed, the no-nonsense educator could only point to the
classroom door and utter a hoarse, "Okay, let's go see the principal."
An undertow of raucous giggles followed in the wake of the teacher's
and cheerleader's brisk exit from the room.

"Now what in the HELL do you suppose THAT was that all about?" Nicole
whispered to Kari Gold.

"I have no idea," Kari answered.  "But I'm sure as HELL going to find
out," the girl detective added under her breath.

"SHIT!" Greg Tolliver bellowed.  "We all just fucking saw Qarri
Klingbeil's fucking pussy!  Can you FUCKIN' believe this shit?!  Qarri
Klingbeil's shaved fucking pussy??!!  Unbe-fucking-lievable!"

"I bet they expel her," Casey Schrock trumpeted.

"Hell, I bet they arrest her!" Norma Ventura kicked in with her
two-cents.

"Hey, Devon ..?" Trent Hillyer asked Devon Lindler, the class's other
resident cheerleader.  "Are you going au natural today, too?"

"Yeah, Dev," Larry McPherson chimed in.  "Why don't you stand up and
show us what you've got on underneath your cheerleading skirt ..?"

"Yeah, Dev," Barry Smyth piled on.  "Do you shave your pussy, too?"

"Fuck," Greg Tolliver guffawed.  "I bet they shaved each others'
pussies.  Isn't that right, Dev?  You like a smooth landing pad for
your tongue, don't you?"  He formed his index and middle fingers into
a V, and wiggled his tongue between them.

Unable to hold back any longer, Devon burst into tears, leaped up from
her desk, and dashed headlong out the classroom door. 

"Something is going on here," Kari mused to herself while the
classroom erupted into sadistic laughter and feverish, gossipy
chatter.  "Sure, it might be a coincidence," the girl detective
reasoned silently.  "But something certainly seems to be up with the
cheerleaders here.  First it was Suze -- she looked TOTALLY TERRIFIED
this morning, and she didn't speak to any of us .. not even Pam.  Then
there was my little encounter with Gina Baldassario out in the hall.
No senior cheerleader is EVER that nice to a freshman.  EVER!  And now
this.  Is it my imagination, of was Qarri Klingbeil actually SAVING
Christian's ass from Mr. Burns ??!  Something is wrong with Stratford
High's cheerleaders, REALLY REALLY wrong!  And I'm going to get to the
bottom of it."

With the whole class now embroiled in cruel conversations, no one
noticed Kari Gold rise from her desk and follow Devon Lindler out into
the hallway.  

---------
  
THAT'S IT FOR PART 1.  If you have any questions or comments, please
email me at karigold_sky@hotmail.com or post a response on
alt.sex.stories.d .

C'ya!
Kari Gold

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