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St. Searle's Academy: The New Class - Part 8 free porn video
Twins Jessica and Jennifer's visit to the home they last set foot in when
they were father and son continues, while a theft at the school puts
everyone's life in danger.
ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: THE NEW CLASS - part 8
by BobH
(c) 2017
- 15 -
Jessica Smith surveyed the scene before her and smiled wistfully at the
men in their tuxedos and the women in their evening gowns. She knew them
all, both those dancing and those seated at the tables around the
ballroom floor. Many of them had been her friends. Now if they noticed
her at all they saw only the fifteen year-old girl she appeared to be,
someone for their own teen-aged offspring to befriend. It was hard to
blame them. Dressed in the same off the shoulder little black minidress,
black pantihose, and bright red Jimmy Choos as her twin, she felt as
gawky and awkward as a real fifteen year-old might. No one looking at her
would ever guess that six months earlier she had been a large and
imposing fifty year old businessman who projected power and confidence.
Held in one the few large mansions in Manhattan still in private hands,
this was the opulent, ultra-exclusive annual New Year's Eve party for the
super-rich of the east coast elite. As always they brought along their
teen-aged children, who traditionally staked out their own space at a
bunch of tables in one corner of the room. Jessica now found herself back
with the teens for the first time in more than thirty years, and on the
other side of the gender divide. It had been strange at first but she had
enjoyed herself. Now here she stood, on the edge of the dance floor,
racked with uncertainty.
"We need to freshen our lipstick," said her twin, taking her arm.
"We do?" she said, as Jennifer led her away from the tables and towards
the ladies' powder room.
"Yeah, we do. The way you've been licking your lips I'm surprised there's
any left on them at all."
"Hey, it's our first time wearing make-up; I'm not used to it yet! It
still feels weird."
"You'll get over it; we both will. On occasions like this we wouldn't be
properly dressed young women without it."
In the ladies' powder room they positioned themselves in front of
adjacent mirrors and retrieved their make-up kits from their purses.
Jessica twisted her own lipstick open and began applying it to her lips.
One day, she knew, this would feel perfectly normal. Today wasn't that
day.
"Lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner only," Abigail Carson had advised them,
"skin as young as yours doesn't need anything more, and heavy make-up
always looks wrong on teenagers."
She had been right, as she always was in these matters.
When their lipstick had been fully refreshed Jennifer turned to Jessica
and smiled.
"So, Chad Hendricks," she said. "You and he have been making eyes at each
other all evening, and you've been responding to his corny jokes with
more laughter than they deserve. Then you
get this look of panic in your eyes and head off. What gives?"
"I've known his parents Toby and Jill since we were kids and him since he
was a baby. We were talking and that was OK and I was enjoying myself.
Then it suddenly hit me that, as you put it, we were 'making eyes at each
other'. What was I thinking? I'm virtually his uncle for fudge sake!"
"No. You're not. That was Matthew Carson. Dad died when our plane
exploded. You're Jessica Smith now. Don't let your memories of being him
get in the way of living her life."
"That's easy to say."
"Yeah, it is, but that doesn't make it any less true. He's dead. You have
to let him stay that way because he's not coming back. Don't let him
screw things up for you."
"I'll try."
"You'd better. Did you notice how 'touchy-feely' Mom has been getting
with Carla Mendez tonight?"
"Yeah, and based on Carla having a user account on my old computer, I
figure she's been staying over with Abigail a lot while we've been at St.
Searle's."
"Are you angry about that?"
"What? Of course I'm not. I'm happy Carla's been there for her."
"Right, because despite us being alive Mom still lost her husband and her
son and Carla has been comforting her. You accept that, so why are you
being so hard on yourself?"
"Maybe you're right...."
"Of course I am. Now let's head back. I could tell Chad was summoning up
the courage to ask you to dance, and when he does you're going to say
'yes', OK?"
"OK. You're pretty good at this."
"Of course I am. I was still - just - a teenager before the explosion,
remember. For me the clock has only been rewound a few years."
Exiting the powder room, the twins headed back towards where the other
teens were sitting only to be intercepted on the way.
"Ah, there you are," said Abigail. "Girls, I'd like you to meet Kathryn
Marrs the CEO of Olympus Images, and her wife Kelly."
Kathryn Marrs was a tall, powerful looking woman and was wearing a
mannish three-piece trouser suit. Her androgynously handsome face was
make-up free and she had her arm around a smaller woman in a stunning
evening gown.
"Pleased to meet you," said Jessica, shaking Kathryn's hand. For a woman
she had a surprisingly strong grip. But then looking at her more closely
it was clear to Jessica that she worked out and was probably seriously
ripped under her suit.
"Pleased to meet you, too," said Kelly, offering her own hand.
Jessica took it, looking her up and down. Kelly's long blonde hair framed
a face that was very pretty, though she was wearing too much make-up. Her
red, full length dress was slit up one side almost to her tiny waist, the
neckline plunging so far and revealing so much of her impressive cleavage
that it was only just this side of decent. It was a dress designed to
show off her classic, hour-glass figure, and it did.
"Carla is thinking of moving the company advertising account and Olympus
are the front-runners to get it," said Abigail.
The introduction had been for Jessica's sake, something she appreciated
given that she still had a say in such matters. This was something to
discuss with Carla later. Throughout the exchange of pleasantries
Jennifer had remained uncharacteristically silent
"What's up with you?" Jessica asked her a little later, when Abigail had
ushered the couple away to meet other guests. "Why were you so skittish
around Ms Marrs and her wife?"
"Something about them really set off my spidey-sense," said Jennifer,
looking uncomfortable at having to admit such a thing.
"'Spidey-sense'?"
"Yeah, you know, the thing that warns Spider-Man whenever there's danger
nearby. Do you think we should tell Mom?"
"Tell her what? That you got bad vibes off them? She obviously doesn't.
She'd probably tell you you're just being silly. Is your 'spidey-sense'
in the habit of going off around people? Has this even ever happened
before?"
"Well, no...."
"There you go, then. We're identical twins now so if there was anything
to this 'spidey-sense' of yours I'd have one too. C'mon, let's get back
to the others. There's only half an hour left 'til midnight."
Jennifer led the way, and Jessica followed...only to collide with her
back when she suddenly halted after a few steps.
"What the...."
"Janice," said her twin, indicating the teen corner where a familiar
figured had joing the group in their absence.
"Your fiancee," said Jessica, nodding. "Abigail said she'd locked herself
away since the explosion, mourning you. This must be the first time she's
ventured out socially since then."
"I can't face her, I just can't," said Jennifer, looking panicked. "How
could I, with the compulsion we're under stopping us from telling her I'm
me and I'm still alive? Let's get out of here."
"OK," said Jessica. "I'll let Abigail know what's happening and call us a
cab. I guess this is why the school makes it so most pupils can't contact
anyone from their previous lives."
And that was the end of the party for them.
An hour later Jessica was sitting in front of the computer in her old
home office, smoking cigarettes and lost in thought. She had hugged
Jennifer most of the way home, her twin turning in for the night as soon
as they got back. For her part Jessica had then gone into her office and
turned the computer on, intending to get to work. Only she hadn't. An
hour later she had done nothing. She didn't even notice Abigail had
returned until she spoke up.
"You've been sitting there staring dreamily into space for the last ten
minutes," said Abigail, startling her. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, you're back. No, I mean yes...well, maybe."
"What is it, Jess? You can tell me, whatever it is."
"I've been trying to work, but I can't concentrate. All I can think about
is Chad Hendricks and what it would feel like to be kissed by him. It's
ridiculous. I should be dealing with company business not sighing over
some teenage boy. Why is this happening to me?"
Abigail burst out laughing.
"You're crushing on him," she said.
"But why?"
"Newsflash: you're a teenage girl now and teenage girls get crushes on
teenage boys. What you're feeling is the most natural thing in the
world."
"But I don't want to feel it! It's getting in the way."
"Good luck with that, and with fighting your raging teenage hormones.
Another newsflash: you won't win."
"Great, just great. Why didn't you bring Carla back with you? It's
obvious you and she have been close and that she's been staying over."
"I didn't want to do anything to upset you."
"It wouldn't have. I've accepted this is who I am now and I want you to
move on and be happy. Is it serious?"
"That's...a complicated question. For obvious reasons, St. Searle's
alumni are lot closer to each other than they are to their college
sorority sisters. Most of us have husbands but when two of us meet up
it's not unusual for us to do so in a hotel room and for our conversation
to be pillow-talk. Recreational lesbianism is just one of the ways we
tend to bond. So when Carla comforted me over the loss of you and your
sister as my husband and son it was pretty much inevitable we'd end up in
bed together. Could it be more than that? Of course. Will it be? I have
no idea yet. I don't think either of us is looking for a serious
relationship, but who knows?"
"Well, whatever you decide you'll always have my love and support."
"Thank you. That means a lot, an awful lot."
"Our relationship is different now, and that's why I have a request.
Jennifer and I are sisters, real sisters. The way her and my relationship
has developed at St. Searle's and how close we've grown is the best thing
to have come out of all this."
"I'm glad."
"So am I, but there's something that needs to be addressed. You're our
legal guardian, and soon you'll officially adopt us. I know it's
premature, but Jennifer calls you 'Mom' and I...I think I should too. If
you don't mind, that is. If you do I..."
"I don't," said Abigail, smiling at the nervous teenager before her. "I
don't mind at all."
She came over and wrapped her arms around Jessica, around her daughter.
"Thanks...Mom," said Jessica, tearing up.
The twins flew back to Albany the next day, where they deplaned then
waited outside the terminal building for John Thompson to pick them up.
While doing so they plaited their hair into the school-mandated pigtails
and tied off the ends with ribbons.
"I was getting used to wearing it loose, too," sighed Jennifer. "Damn
school rules!"
"Yeah," said Jessica, lighting a cigarette. "I won't be able to smoke
when we get back through the school gates either."
No sooner had she taken her first drag than John Thompson drove up in the
black taxi. Sighing, Jessica dropped her cigarette to the floor and
extinguished it with her shoe.
Both girls were more relaxed being driven to St. Searle's on this
occasion than during their first ride in the cab. Then they had been
newly-transformed, still stunned by the magnitude of what had been done
to them and apprehensive about what came next. Now they were able to
appreciate the snow-covered rural landscape they were driving through and
be soothed by the ride itself.
Arriving at the school, the first person they encountered on passing
through its now familiar main doors was Lucy Costello. She seemed excited
about something, flustered even.
"What's going on, Lucy?" asked Jennifer.
"While you were gone the safe in Miss Chapford's office was broken into
and her ledger was stolen."
"Her ledger?"
"She keeps it in the safe along with the statuette," explained the other
girl, "I caught a glimpse of it during my transformation."
"What's so important about that ledger?"
"In the wrong hands it could put the lives of everyone in the school in
danger."
- 16 -
As she lay in bed, Lucy Costello found herself thinking about the twins.
They had left yesterday and would be back in a week's time, but though
they were friends she both envied and resented them for experiencing the
growth spurt they had. Christmas had rolled around but Lucy was no more
physically developed now than when she first transformed. Nurse Davis had
a theory that her lack of physical development was in some way tied to
her not having developed any sort of interest in boys yet either. Unlike
the twins. Maybe, but it wasn't as if there had been no development in
her personal life at all.
"Mmmm, this is nice," said Debbie Wu, wrapping her naked body around
Lucy's own, "the perfect end to Christmas Day."
"To every day," replied Lucy, enjoying the warmth of the other girl's
body as they cuddled together under the quilt on her bed.
If Debbie had made a move on her earlier than she had Lucy might well
have rejected her roommate's advances, but by the time it happened it was
something she was ready for. Oh, not sex - that still wouldn't have felt
right - but kissing and cuddling and physical closeness was something she
had started to ache for.
"Thanksgiving was still better, though," said Debbie. "But then I always
prefered turkey to ham."
"The school doesn't even call it Christmas," complained Lucy. "I mean I
get there are non-Christians at St. Searles who celebrate Kwaanza,
Hannukah, or whatever so they want to be non-denominational, but calling
it 'Solstice'? Isn't that pagan?"
"Kind of. The only reason we have Christmas when we do is because the
church decided to plonk it down on top of the pagan feast of Yule, and
Yule specifically celebrates the winter solstice."
"Sounds like someone's being paying attention in class."
"While we're here learning to be young ladies we also have to take
regular classes. Since we do, it'd be a waste not to take advantage of
that opportunity, Lucy."
"I suppose. OK, enough talk. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow
measuring Shondra and working on the wedding dress, so let's get some
sleep."
The next day being the one after Christmas, everyone was excused their
morning run, but after breakfast Lucy and Debbie made their way up to the
room Shondra Prentis shared with her girlfriend Laura Cole. Shondra
opened the door, and gave them a dazzling smile.
"Come in," she said. "Laura's gone off to her own fitting so it's just
us."
Like she and Debbie, Shondra Prentis was in Sanger House and she had
agreed to model the wedding dress Debbie had designed for the big Spring
Fashion Show. Laura Cole was in Pankhurst House and had agreed to be the
model for their entry. Standing on a stool and dressed only in bra and
panties, Shondra remained still as Lucy and Debbie took her measurements.
This was their second session - Debbie wanted to check their measurements
to make sure the patterns she had drawn out were correct - and as on that
earlier occasion it took all Lucy's self-control not to gawp at her.
Tall, black, and beautiful, Shondra was her ideal woman. Rather than
think about her, Lucy concentrated instead on what Debbie was doing.
Given Debbie's obvious expertise in this area, Lucy found herself
wondering yet again what the other girl had been in her previous life.
There weren't a lot of criminal dressmakers - though some of the prices
top designers charged were a crime - so perhaps she'd been funnelling
criminal funds through a legitimate business she ran? If so maybe the
Feds found out and put the squeeze on her to rat out the guys whose money
she was laundering. Yeah, that actually made a lot of sense. It was a
shame Lucy couldn't ask her directly, but sharing such information was
forbidden and there was no way of bypassing the compulsion that prevented
that sharing. It was as she was thinking this that the speaker above the
door crackled into life.
"Attention!" came the voice of the headmistress. "All girls are to stop
what they're doing and return immediately to the main hall. Do so now."
"What the heck?" said Shondra. "You two had better do what Miss Chapford
says. I'll follow as soon as I've put my uniform back on."
Exiting the room, they joined a stream of girls pouring from the other
rooms on that floor, all of whom made their way down the stairs to the
main hall, where the tables had already been cleared and moved to the
sides of the room.
"What do you think's going on?" asked Lucy, as they joined the
rest of the student body standing in front of the stage.
"Beats me," said Debbie, shrugging.
After a minute or two, the teachers appeared, filed onto the stage and
took their seats, joined by a late-arriving Shondra Prentis. When
everyone was settled, Virginia Chapford stood to address the assembled
pupils.
"I've just discovered that last night someone broke into my office," she
said. "The perpetrator got into my safe, and stole the ledger I keep in
there. That ledger goes back decades. It lists not only the current
student body but every girl who passed through the school over that
period. And alongside every name is who that girl used to be."
There were gasps of shock at this revelation, and a lot of uneasy
murmuring.
"I see the implications of this are not lost on you," she continued. "In
the wrong hands that ledger puts the life of everyone named in it in
danger. While the school has external cameras there is no internal
surveillance, nor has there ever been. This is because we don't want St.
Searle's to feel like a prison. The downside is that we therefore have no
footage of the thief about her task. All we can be sure of is that this
was an inside job. As impossible as I considered such a thing to be, the
thief is someone in this building. Colonel Thompson believes she has not
yet had time to pass either the ledger itself or details of its contents
to a third party, particularly since we shut down the school wi-fi the
instant the theft was discovered. He also believes the ledger is hidden
away somewhere within these walls, as do I. He will be conducting the
investigation into the theft and the search for the ledger. So until
further notice the school is in lockdown. You will all return to your
rooms and await a visit from him. Dismissed."
Everyone was silent as they filed out, but once Lucy and Debbie were back
in their own room, Debbie collapsed on to her bed, sobbing.
"This is terrible, terrible!" she cried. "What am I going to do?"
Lucy sat down beside her and put her arms around the other girl.
"Hey, we're in trouble if the names gets out and those we ratted on come
after us," she said, "but there's no need for this. First they have to be
convinced we've been turned into teenage girls, and that's not going to
be an easy sell."
"You don't understand," sobbed Debbie. "I'm not worried about anyone
coming for me."
"Then what?" said Lucy, frowning. "What is it?"
"It was me. I stole the ledger."
- 17 -
The girl stood before Virginia Chapford's desk in the headmistress's
office, trembling. She looked terrified. Most people seeing her in her
school uniform and her pigtails would have instinctively felt pity for
Debbie Wu but John Thompson didn't. No, regardless of what she looked
like he knew her for a liar and a thief, someone who had been an adult
criminal in her previous life. He felt no sympathy for her whatever.
"So," said Virginia from her seat behind the desk, a hand on the ledger
before her, "it seems there's more to you than we believed, Miss Wu.
Despite being compelled not to, you were somehow able to commit a
criminal act. You stole the ledger so you had to have known what it
contained. You obviously have safe-cracking skills we were unaware of,
skills that should have formed part of your record when you came to us
under the witness protection program, yet didn't. In fact your whole
record now looks like a fabrication. Any one of these things would be
cause for concern; taken together they're deeply worrying. Thankfully you
handed the ledger back when Colonel Thompson got to your room. Which just
leaves the question of what we do with you. A lot depends on what you
tell us next. Are you prepared to reveal everything?"
Debbie Wu swallowed hard, then nodded before speaking.
"I was born thirty-six years ago and my name was Marvin Wong.
That much you know. What you don't know is that I worked for a security
firm in Washington DC, and I was a gambling addict. Like all too many
gambling addicts I ended up in over my head and owing a lot of money to
some very bad people, debts I couldn't pay. That should have been it for
me. I should have ended up dead in a dumpster somewhere, an object lesson
for others who couldn't pay their debts, only I didn't. Instead my marker
was bought by someone who had a use for me."
"Who?" said Virginia. "Give me the name."
"Helen Masters," said Debbie.
"Of course! God damn that woman!"
John Thompson raised his eyebrows at this. In the years he had worked for
her he had never heard Virginia swear. He knew better than to say
anything, his task being to strand there while she questioned the girl,
but he now had a burning question: who the hell was Helen Masters?
"She told me she wanted me to retrieve something from a safe in a
school," continued Debbie, "a safe of a type I'd opened any number of
times as part of my job for clients who'd lost or forgotten their
combinations. When I asked where the school was and how I was supposed to
get into it she told me not to worry about that, that I'd be given a fake
criminal past, taken into custody, and that the federal authorities would
deliver me over to the school. None of this made any sense to me, but she
assured me she had the juice to arrange everything and that when I got to
the school I would also achieve my heart's desire. I told her she had no
idea what she was talking about. She smiled and said she couldn't tell me
how or why but to trust her on this. And, anyway, it was either do as she
asked or go back and face those I owed all that money to. Which was no
choice at all. As it turned out she was right about my heart's desire."
"How so?"
"I have no idea how she found out, but I've always wanted to be a girl,
always believed that I should have been born female and that underneath
my large, flabby exterior I truly was a girl. But this was something I
kept to myself. I had a mannequin in my apartment, and I used to design
and make dresses for it."
"Not for yourself?"
"No. I hated my body. I was too large and ungainly to look graceful in
those dresses, to look how I wanted to look. I settled for just making
them and having them around to touch and admire and fantasize about. So
coming here, being transformed like this, is a dream come true. For the
first time in my life I like what I see when I look in the mirror."
"How did you resist the compulsion I put you under not to commit any
crimes?"
"After I'd agreed to do what she asked, Helen arranged an appointment for
me with a hypnotist. At the time I had no idea why but it's obvious he
planted some sort of post-hypnotic command so that I didn't even hear
what you said and so couldn't obey you. When I'd been here long enough to
get the lay of the land, and when conditions were right, I went for the
ledger. I had no idea what was in it beforehand, but Helen Masters
obviously did. She gave me the phone so that I could photograph the pages
and send them to her."
"Why not do this in the office before returning to your room? Why take
the ledger with you?"
"There were far too many pages for that. The longer I was away from our
room the greater the chance Lucy would wake up and find me gone. No, it
was safer to take it to our room, take photos when I was alone, and
return the ledger when I was done. That's why I chose to break into your
office over the holiday. You hadn't visited it in the last two days, so I
didn't think you'd visit it again until the next semester starts. I could
return the ledger to the safe with no one knowing it had been taken.
Unfortunately for me you went into your office this morning after
breakfast, and you killed the school wi-fi before I had a chance to copy
any pages. Without that, phone reception out here is non-existent."
"How did you get the phone?"
"It was wrapped in a plastic bag and thrown over the outer wall at a pre-
arranged time and place."
"I see. And that's everything?"
"It is. What happens to me now?"
"That remains to be seen, for the moment I want you to report to Miss
Kraski. You'll remain with her until we reach a decision."
Debbie curtseyed, then turned and left the office.
"I wish I'd known the importance of the ledger before this," said John
Thompson, "because there are very obvious security concerns here. I
understand why you'd want to keep the names in an old fashioned book
rather than an easily copied computer file, but having all your eggs in
one basket is also a problem. If the ledger got destroyed all that
information would be lost."
"I know. We learned that lesson back in England when the original ledger
containing decades worth of names from the first school was destroyed
while we were fighting the necromancer...."
"Jack the Ripper."
"Yes, Jack the Ripper. That's why the current volume is mystically linked
to one in the Order's base in Kennet Cove. Anything written in this one
automatically appears in that one. Should our copy be destroyed theirs
will survive."
"Good to know. I have a question."
"I thought you might. You want to know about Helen Masters."
"I do. Who is she?"
"A former pupil. She attended St.Searle's back in the seventies. Before
she did she was better known as J. Edgar Hoover."
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To be continued....
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Note:
1) To find out who Kathryn Marrs and her wife Kelly are and why Jennifer
might have reacted to them as she did, see my story AMAZONS.
2) It's likely to be mid-May before I again have the time to devote to
writing that I used to, alas.
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