PT 4 - CHEERS The warm night air was a refreshing change from the office, Beth thought as she looked through her binoculars. Beth and Christina fit in nicely with all the students. The sidelines were busy with activity as the South Bay Rams High School Cheerleaders performed one of their routines. Out on the field Wide Receiver Sam Carrey lined up for another play. Beth was studying his every move. Christina was busy studying her target as well. During the fourth quarter, the girls made their way into the school. The hallways were empty; the school was only left open for the players. The girls were pacing out how many steps from the locker room to the back door, just in case they ran into trouble. They were so intent on the preparations that they didn't notice the vice-principal walking up behind them. "Ladies, you know you're not supposed to be in here during the game." He only saw them from the back. They were wearing low-cut, tight jeans, Beth had on a red and gray South Bay jacket and Christina had on her gray knit sweater. They both turned around together. "Sorry, we'll leave." The girls started walking away, not ready for a confrontation. "You're not students here, who are you?" They both turned again, walking towards him. Beth was reaching for her perfume atomizer, which she carried for emergencies. The compressed air cylinder fired, taking her by surprise. Two darts shot from carefully disguised holes in Christina's sweater. They both struck the vice-principal in the chest. He staggered backward searching for a wall to hold on to as the drug started to take effect. He went down on one knee trying his best to fight. The girls walked up to him and draped his arms over their shoulders. Beth grabbed his walkie-talkie. He drowsily moaned as they walked him into an empty classroom. "That's right, you want to sleep. Sleep and forget" Christina cooed as they laid him down on the desk. They waited for a few minutes to make sure he was out. "That was different. How many of those things do you have in there?" Beth asked pointing to Christina's breasts. "Only two. I checked it out from the lab. I really wanted to try it out on Sam, but I guess he'll have to do." The girls hid the vice-principal behind a desk then walked towards the ladies locker room and waited. The cheerleaders were extremely excited after the amazing win. After about fifteen minutes, the crowd thinned out. The two seventeen-year-old girls were in the midst of a hyper conversation about the party they were going to attend, when Beth and Christina made their move. Sneaking up from behind them, they forced the sweet smelling rags over the girl's mouths, leveraging their hips against their backs to keep them off-balance. After a few seconds of muffled screaming, which only sped up the drugs effects, they went limp. Beth and Christina quickly undressed the girls, grabbed their uniforms, and left lying in the middle of the floor. The ladies checked each other's appearance. They looked totally believable as high-school cheerleaders, red and gray skirts and red sweaters with a huge white "S" on the front. They made a quick walk-through to make sure no one had seen them, then headed for the parking lot. Sam Carrey was a six-foot-one sixteen-year-old with a nice athletic build. He and his dad had just moved into the area. He didn't know many people yet, but he made friends easily. The twins walked towards him, purposefully, but trying not to appear conspicuous. "Sam!" Beth yelled at him from across the parking lot Beth walked up to him as he was trying to open the door on his dad's SUV. "That was an amazing catch you made tonight" "Thanks." He didn't quite recognize them, but then, he didn't care. He wasn't about to ignore twin cheerleaders. "Hey are you going over to the party?" "Yeah sure." "Do you mind if we ride with you?" She flirted, stepping closer to him. "Why not?" Sam opened the door and got in while Beth got in front seat beside him. She slid her skirt up on her leg, so Sam could get a good look at her thighs. He kept sneaking looks when he thought she wasn't looking. Beth seductively twirled one of her pom-poms. Christina got in the back seat behind him taking the bottle of clear liquid from her bag. "Sam, wait up!" The boy knocked on the window. Once again caught by surprise, Christina tried to hide the bottle under her skirt, but accidentally spilled it all over her panties. Sam rolled down the window as Ted; Sam's best friend walked up to him. "Hey, could you give me a ride home. They all left without me." Christina smiled at him from the back seat. "Who's your friends?" Ted asked seeing the two girls in the SUV. "Beth, Ted, Ted, Beth and her sister…" "Christina", Christina answered from the back seat in a flirty tone. "Hey, if you've got plans" Ted said, trying to give Sam a way out. "Why don't you come along, we can double" Christina said. Ted got in the back with Christina and Sam started the car. "So, where should we go on this dream date?" Sam asked looking in the rear-view mirror. "Funny you should put it that way." Beth answered as she continued to fiddle with the pom-pom on her lap. The pom-pom began to hiss, spewing a stream pale blue gas into Sam's face. Sam coughed trying to reach the door handle. Beth restrained him, pinning his arms. "Yeah, that's it, breathe it in." Sam's eyes rolled back and his head collapsed against the window. Ted, a little drowsy from gas in the front seat, tried his best to get away. Improvising, Christina reached up with both hands and forcefully pulled Ted down into her lap, burying his face in her chloroform soaked panties. She tossed her head back and giggled as she clamped his head between her legs. He struggled a few more times before being overcome by the fumes. "What do we do with him?" Christina asked looking down at the fully aroused unconscious boy between her legs. "The Op was for Sam. I guess we can do anything we want with him." They exchanged a devilish smile. Beth slid Sam into the passenger seat and they drove off. After an hours drive, the girls arrived at their apartment. One by one they carried the unconscious boys into their living room and propped them up on the couch. Sam began to stir. He opened his eyes and finally focused just to in time to see Beth standing over him with an aerosol can. She sprayed a quick blast of white gas into Sam's face. He let out a sigh and passed out. "That should keep him out for a while. They won't be here for another hour." Beth looked over at Ted. "You want to have some fun?" Christina nodded. The girls dragged Ted into Beth's bedroom and stripped him naked. He began to stir as Christina stroked his cock. It wasn't difficult to get him hard in his current condition. Beth straddled him and rode him, while Christina used the aerosol can to keep him on the edge of consciousness, using just enough gas to keep him in a dreamy state. They took turns riding him until they were both spent, and then they jacked him off. Just as he shot his load, Beth gave him an extended blast from the aerosol can. Five hours later, Senator Adam Jackson awoke in a dirty motel room on a stained mattress. The wall was bare down to the studs and the floor smelled of dried urine. He was cuddled up against a sixteen-year-old boy, dressed only in white briefs. Adam had no idea how he got there. The boy seemed just as confused. Adam was about to ask what was going on when the door burst into splinters "Police" Several officers rushed the room with their guns drawn. Reactively he jumped up. Two small bags of Heroin dropped to the floor as he stood. He couldn't believe this was happening, how did he get here! The officer looked at him with disgust, from behind his .9mm "Turn around!" The Senator turned in a daze as the officer cuffed him. "Are you alright son? Another officer asked. The boy nodded yes, still in a daze. "Can you tell me your name?" "Ted" "Tonight's top headline…Senator Adam Jackson, a Democrat from California, was arrested earlier today in Los Angeles, California…" Cynthia smiled at the monitor as she watched the cable news. "That's for Jill", she said out loud. Even if he could convince them he was innocent, he would still have to resign. The Press never forgets, she thought to herself. She got up, flipped off the monitor and walked down the hall to change.