| Peer Review, Prologue This takes place one week prior to Recording One. "OW! Son of a bitch... Where the fuck are you taking me?" Samantha had banged her head on a low cross member for the third time in her sojourn with her girlfriend, Brook, through the maze that was her school's maintenance tunnels and auditorium catwalks. They had spent the better part of ten minutes crawling and climbing through spaces only ever meant to be seen once every few years, if that, to fix a pipe or some such thing. Their near abandonment was apparent from the layers of dust that had accumulated on the girls as they passed. "Quiet down. We are above the auditorium, your voice will carry. Under the stage is a room, that leads to a crawl space to another room under the costume locker that..." Brook tended to babble superfluous details when she was upset, or emotionally charged. "Brook, Stop. Where are we going; the final destination." The pair continued to crawl, with Sam behind her lover. She had a great view up her skirt, and if Brook had taken Sam's advice to not wear panties – ever, Sam would have one hell of a view of her cunt. But alas, Brook wore panties, small and tight as they might be, so there was not much of a show for Sam. "...The filter room for the old pool." Brook responded immediately. "That's all you had to say." Sam caught up with Brook, held her hip for a moment to keep her from advancing, lifted her skirt, pulled the back of her panties down some, and licked her ass cheek. Brook nearly darted away, but was stopped by a beam similar to the ones that Sam had been hitting. "Ow. Ew. Ass is off limits!" Brook whispered intently. Sam had been hoping that Brook would warm up to some ass play, but was foiled again. "Yeah, I know. No licking, fingering, or fucking the ass, giving or receiving." Sam had a note of sarcastic disappointment in her voice. Brook resumed the trek, came to a ladder, and started her decent. "Have you thought about that study?" "I thought about it long and hard... right before the first time I told you no." Sam was a little annoyed that she kept on bringing that up. "Come on, this is important to me." Brook pleaded with her lover. "How important?" "I'll do your math homework." Brook offered, earnestly. "You're too much of a goody for that, you would end up turning us in. Even if you didn't, I'm failing remedial pre-algebra, you're damn near teaching pre-calculus; we would be caught in a heartbeat. Nice try though. What's your next offer?" The pair made it to the stage and found the trap door. It took a lot of effort, but they managed to break it open. "I will... have sex with the twins." "You will have sex with Adelle anyways because you would do almost anything for me, and because you want to borrow that mini-dress she has. You would avoid Devin like he had cooties." "Cooties? Really? Didn't you grow out of that vocabulary?" "By Cooties, I meant the strain of hemorrhagic plague from London, circa thirteen-fifty AD. Better?" "Much." Brook stopped dead in her tracks. "Wait, I thought you hated science?" Sam's head ran into Brook's ass, as it was dark under the stage and Sam did not see Brook stop in time. "I love history, though. Are we almost there?" "Yeah it's just through that grate." Brook made her way to where she indicated. "I'll..." She thought about what she was going to promise and it made her a little queasy. "I'll eat Devin's cum out of your ass, like you want." "Sign us up. I told you, never say 'never.'" Sam grinned victoriously, as Brook pulled the grate out, and the pair climbed into the room they were to make love in, only to find the Assistant Principal already there, waiting for them with detention slips already written. |