Once a Year Club, Part 2

Once A Year Club
Part 2/2
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   Lookout Point was like any make out spot, really. A loose scattering of cars,
full of teenagers and the more daring members of the adult population, all
with one thing on their minds.  For the four women it was going to be a night
of easy fun, tapping on steamed up windows and telling people to move along or
risk having their parents, wives, or others called.
   Veronica got out of the car first, pausing only long enough to light another
cigarette before locking the car. Each of the other women followed suit, and
then they split into pairs- Betty and June, Veronica and Buffy. There were at
least a dozen cars, so they decided on dividing the fun into left and right.
Betty and June headed off towards the left, trying not to giggle.
   The first car that Veronica and Buffy settled on was a late model Acura
Legend. Front and back seats were both occupied by two couples of obviously
horny teenagers. The pair in the back were naked from at least the waist up.
The couple in front was alternating smoking and making out. It was a four
door, so Buffy took the driver's side front and Veronica the passenger side
rear. They unhooked their flashlights from their belts- the costumes had come
with those industrial sized flashlights and plastic billy clubs- smartly, no
guns, real or otherwise.
   They nodded to one another and shone the torches in the car, knocking on the
windows as they did.
   If they were hoping to startle the teenagers, they were disappointed.
Although Buffy's window was clouded she could see clearly enough the `Not
again' look on the boy's face as he turned the key and thumbed the window
switch. Buffy took a deep draw on her cigarette as he did this and was
rewarded by the look of unrequited lust in his eyes. That she was turning him
on brought her at least one feeling she recognised as wholly inappropriate-
and decided that she didn't care in the least.
   Veronica was treated to the sight of a sixteen year old girl fairly turning
green in the back seat. Her hands went over her naked breasts and Veronica
found herself wishing this one had gone to Betty. The girl was pretty, with an
innocent face and the most spectacular set of- now obscured- nipples. She was
still wearing her jeans, but judging by the location of the zipper head, just
barely. Although it was hard to see across the seat, the boy next to her
appeared to be trying to jam something back into his pants.
   Buffy, watching with some amusement, instructed the `driver' to roll down all
the windows. She drew again on her cigarette as he complied, never taking his
eyes off her.
   She wasn't the only one who noticed. The boy's girlfriend inhaled sharply on
her own cigarette and then punched her date in the arm hard enough to make him
wince.
   "Can I see you driver's license, son ?"
   "My what ?"
   She gave him her most disarming smile and smoked for him some more. She could
see the girl in the passenger's seat was getting royally pissed off.
   She looked like she could use it, so Buffy gave him a nose exhale to enjoy
before answering.
   "That piece of plastic which alleges that you're fit to operate a motor
vehicle."
   "Give her your goddamned license," the girl said, looking at him icily.
   "This isn't going on my driving record, is it ?" the boy asked nervously.
   Buffy smiled at him alluringly, playing it up. "That depends-"
   Meanwhile, in the back, Veronica was having some fun of her own.
   "Are you aware that you're naked from the waist up, Miss ?"
   The girl, who was continuing to hide the upper half of her body as best she
could with her arms, began to blush.
   "I- uh-"
   "We have laws against that sort of thing in public-"
   The girl in the front seat turned around and snidely said "This isn't public.
We were in private until you two showed up."
   "You get dressed, miss," Veronica told the girl in back seat. She then turned
her attention to the girl in the front seat.
   "I don't much like your attitude. How would you like to be the recipient of a
strip search ?"
   That had an immediate effect on the girl, who turned around, crossed her
arms, and sat sulking but silent as Buffy flirted with the driver. Veronica
settled back to watch. This had been another one of her crazy ideas, but Buffy
was certainly taking to it well. She took a deep draw on her cigarette, then
handed the license back, making sure to touch the boy's hand more than she
needed to. This time his girlfriend kept her mouth shut.
   "I want you to take everybody else home and then think about finding another
place to- well, you know. Preferably in another town. You wouldn't want me
getting you in trouble would you ?"
   The way she asked the question made Veronica imagine the boy was thinking
that yes, definitely, he wanted to get into trouble again. But he did as he
was told, backing the car up. As it sped off, Veronica could her the driver's
girlfriend mocking Buffy. `You wouldn't want me getting you in trouble-'
   The two women shared a smile and then began looking for another car in the
weave of the trees.
   
   Betty and June were a lot more nervous than Veronica and Buffy had been. They
saw three cars nestled between trees, all the sort of expensive late model
cars the local kids drove at night when their parents came home. June turned
to Betty, who was only visible by the glow of her cigarette as she inhaled,
and quietly asked if she really wanted to do this.
   "Yeah. I mean, I'm nervous, but it should be fun. Just knock on one of the
windows and tell them they have to leave. Nothing fancy, just straight up, you
know ?"
   June trimmed, inhaled, considered. 
   "Okay. Which one first ?"
   "That white Elantra over there."
   They walked closer, one on each side of the car, trying to hold in all the
nervousness and anxiety.
   This was supposed to be fun, after all.
   Betty took the driver's side, and followed the agreed upon procedure. She
knocked on the window with her flashlight, and was rewarded with none other
than her old high school principal, Mr. Backus, rolling the window down. Both
women could tell that the young lady he was with was not his wife of ten years
but rather a college coed who Betty faintly remembered as being a freshman
their senior year.
   "Can I help you officer ?" Backus asked, not recognising his old student.
Betty was the only one who would know who he was, so she thought it fitting
that she'd drawn this car.
   "Any trouble here, miss ?" she asked, shining the flashlight into the car.
   Backus should have been embarrassed, but that didn't seem to be the case in
the least.
   "No, officer. At least, there wasn't a problem."
   "Does your wife know you're here ?" Betty asked archly.
   Backus smiled the odd smile of a man who'd recently been released from some
prison.
   "God, I hope so."
   June had to suppress a laugh.
   "All right. Move it along. You have a house you can do this in, don't you ?"
   Backus nodded. "I suppose. But this is more romantic. Say, don't I know you
?"
   Sensing that something might be wrong here, June came around to his side of
the car and used the flashlight to effectively blind him.
   "You heard my partner. Move it along. Come back in half an hour when we're
gone."
   Backus did as he was told, and as he slowly backed away, Betty filled June
in. They had a good laugh, but not so loud as to give themselves away.
   "You should have asked him to sign your yearbook," June joked, lighting a
cigarette, suddenly glad Veronica had been struck with this crazy idea.

   Veronica's enjoyment of the festivities had just taken a sharp downturn,
however. She and Buffy were standing in a small copse of trees looking at a
tan Sentra.
   Kyle's tan Sentra. There was no mistaking the custom `KylePL' plate on the
back, no question that he was most definitely not alone. The passenger side
window was down, and as they watched, a thick cloud of smoke came billowing
out the window.
   "I don't believe it," Veronica whispered sharply. I do not fucking believe
it."
   Trying to lighten the mood, Buffy said "Well, it does happen. People do
cheat."
   "Not that. He's with a smoker."
   "That could have been you."
   Veronica lit up.
   "Let's find June and Betty. I think they have a little surprise for Kyle,
don't you ?"
   Buffy just smiled.

   "Are you sure he doesn't know us ?" June asked. "Never saw an old picture or
something ?"
   Betty punched June playfully on the arm. "Even I know that boyfriends don't
look at old pictures. Besides, with our hair in ponytails, wearing these hats,
he'll never recognise someone he saw in a few pictures. Now, what would you
like us to do ?"
   "Play it by ear," Veronica said. "Just make sure that when you're done, he's
mortally embarrassed, and I'll be happy."
   "Can do," Betty said with a smile.
   June took her handcuffs off her belt. "Do we have the keys for these ?" she
asked Veronica.
   "No. The store manager warned me not to put them on anyone. Said I lose the
deposit for the uniform if the cuffs aren't returned in tact."
   "Hope you can afford it," June quipped, and they were on their way.
   June knocked on the driver's side window with her flashlight and waited. At
first, nothing happened. So she shined the lamp into the car and quickly saw
why. Kyle was in a rather delicate position in the back seat, as was the woman
he was with.
   Her face looked familiar, even though she was looking down at Kyle, who had
his head between her legs. She arched her neck back so that she could bring
her cigarette to her lips, and as she inhaled deeply her eyes gleamed in the
light of the beam.
   Dark blue eyes.
   June wasn't sure what was the most shocking about it. The fact that Kelli was
in the back seat of Kyle's car, or the fact that she was, of all things,
smoking a cigarette. June experienced an immediate surge of fear. Her hair had
been long, wavy, and dyed with henna when Kelli had known her, and the
darkness and harsh nature of trying to see someone around a flashlight beam
all would make it difficult for Kelli to actually see her.
   Still-
   She tapped on the glass again, and keeping her head above the roof of the
car, told Kyle to exit the vehicle immediately.
   Kelli, no longer quite as happy as she had just seconds before, hid her face
with one hand while still smoking with the other. Kyle lifted his own head,
and June was finally able to see for sure that he was indeed naked. 
   "Get out of the car, sir."
   The look of shock on Kyle's face didn't last long. It was replaced by cold
calculatory wonderment. June knew exactly what he was wondering- was
cuntilingus a crime in this town ? The truth was, she didn't actually know,
but then again, this wasn't about the law. What had started out as a little
fun was turning into revenge, and although June wasn't the one who'd been hurt
by this bastard, she was going to get some for Veronica.
   "Out of the car, sir. Now."
   He started to reach for his underwear and June smacked the glass with the
butt end of the torch, almost hard enough to crack it.
   "I'm naked, for Christ's sake."
   Betty laughed, thinking that sound like something a priest might say.
   "Now."
   The uniforms, except for lack of guns, were extremely realistic. June reached
up to her lapel and grabbed the faux walkie talkie speaker. "I've got a
possible 6969- indecent sex act- at Lookout Point. Requesting backup, and I
may need a wrecker-"
   "Okay, I'm getting out."
   Kyle did just that. He climbed over the front seat and let himself out of the
car. June noted that he was still, somewhat absurdly, wearing his socks. A
condom was also dangling off his now limpid penis. All in all, it made one
wish for camera.
   "Now what do I have to do to make this go away ?" he asked. As he did, he
slipped the condom off and dropped it on the ground.
   "Pick that up," June said menacingly.
   "Come on-"
   "Pick it up," Betty added, shining her flashlight in his eyes.
   He did as he was told, holding it gingerly. In the light of her torch, she
could see a mix of saliva and what she called smegma in his beard. The tip of
his nose was wet and he looked like a man up for air after a long dive in
murky waters. 
   "Is that your girlfriend in the back seat ?'
   "No. I mean yes-"
   "You mean it's one of them, don't you ?"
   "Well-" he hedged.
   June decided to let this take its time. She stuck the flashlight under her
arm, took out her cigarettes, and lit one casually.
   "Answer the question-"
   "What does that have to do-"
   "Look, I can call a wrecker and have your car towed- with your clothes still
in it. Want to take a ride in a squad car buck naked ?"
   "No. Yes. You're right."
   "Kyle !"
   That was Kelli. Betty took her hand and slapped her open fist on the roof of
the car and Kelli buried her face again, taking the hint well enough.
   "Now, what do you think usually happens to people in a position like this ?"
   "They get their names in the paper. Maybe you try to make a case that my
girlfriend is a pro. I have to take time off from work to appear before a
judge."
   "Exactly," she said, although she doubted parking ever brought such dire
consequences. June pulled on her cigarette and Betty took the opportunity to
light one of her own, never taking her eyes off of Kyle, who was still holding
the condom as though it was some sort of worm.
   "What's the alternative ?"
   "Get back in your car. Don't try to get dressed, don't even move. Just sit
there until my partner and I discuss some way we can let you drive away from
this."
   "If it's money-"
   June thought about the cost of the handcuffs.
   "See what you have-"
   Kyle sat in the car, turned and said something over his shoulder to Kelli,
who began searching for his pants. June and Betty pretended small talk until
he reached out the car door with a wad of ones and fives.
   "We've got 61 dollars."
   June calmly took sixty and handed a single one back. "I'd never take a man's
last dollar. Now just relax-"
   At this point, she swung the car door all the way open and smoothly cuffed
his left wrist to the steering wheel.
   "What the fuck are you doing ?" he yelled.
   June closed the door, stepped back, and signaled for him to move along.
   At first he balked, complaining loudly about his rights or some such thing-
the car window was closed, so it was hard to tell. Betty banged on the hood
this time and reluctantly, Kyle put the car in reverse and drove off without
further comment.
   They were sitting in the car, still laughing, when they heard the sirens.
   The loud wail was close- too close. A sense of panic overtook them, but as
usually, Veronica, who got them into these messes, was just the person to get
them out.
   "Everyone take off your clothes and stuff them under the seats."
   June cast Veronica such a look that the woman had a vague moment of doubt.
   It didn't last.
   As they were undressing, Betty looked at June and said "You should have asked
her for the hundred bucks. Sixty doesn't cover it."
   
   Veronica decided against moving the car. They were at the base of the point,
which meant that the cops, if they were really going to stop, would run into
them first, allowing them to get away before anyone identified them. As they
were half a mile from the road, there was no sense trying to leave. They were
finished shoving the uniforms under the seat and were just lighting their
cigarettes when the side mounted search beam washed over the car.
   "What do we do now ?" Betty asked.
   For an answer, June grabbed Betty and pulled her close hard. They shared a
smoky kiss.
   Buffy looked at Veronica as if to so `whatever' and then did the same. She
was surprised by how responsive Veronica was.
   They all felt the subtle irony of the knock on the window. The grizzled
veteran officer who met Veronica's gaze double took when he saw four women in
the car, but he recovered quickly.
   "There was a report of two women impersonating police officers, Ma'am. Have
you seen anything suspicious ?"
   "We just got here, officer," Veronica said, and as he walked around to the
front of the car she found herself hoping the hood would still be warm. He
laid his hand on the metal, nodded, looked into the car with his flashlight.
Betty grabbed June and kissed her hard again. June had no choice but to play
along, meeting her friend's fervor fairly.
   The cop walked back around to Veronica, glancing into the car and taking a
better look than he needed of the four women in their underwear.
   "Look, I don't much like telling adults how to live their lives, and I have
nothing against- whatever it is I'm looking at- but I'd advise you to move
along. And find your clothes, for Christ's sake. Whoever these women are, they
handcuffed  some poor naked bastard to his steering wheel. Move along, okay ?"
   Veronica didn't need to be told twice. She put the car in reverse, executed a
perfect K turn, and drove off as Betty reluctantly broke her kiss with June.
   Not missing a beat, Buffy said "Why don't we make this the once a week a club
?"
   And that was exactly what they did.

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