Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 03

"It's the same the world over," shrugged Nat. "We already know all that, but what's your point? How does that help us get noticed?"

"Have a look on your phone and see if there's a college in Penzance for A-level students and older," I said.

Nat got her phone out with a sigh and started Googling schools and colleges in Penzance. It didn't take her long to find what I was after.

"There's only one," she said. "It's the Penzance College of further education."

"Have a look on their website and see if the students have to wear a uniform," I smiled.

"Oh my god, Becca. You dirty bitch," she gasped. "I see where you're going with this."

She searched the college's website and turned the screen so I could see it.

"Is this what you're looking for?" she tittered.

The screen showed a few shots of students attending the college. Young men and girls were shown in the pictures wearing a uniform in the college's colours of blue and grey. The boys wore grey trousers, white shirts with a blue tie. The girls wore grey pleated skirts, white blouses and the same tie. Both sexes wore a grey blazer with the coat-of-arms for their college on the breast pocket.

"Perfect," I smiled. "Now, imagine if you're a Russian pervert and you get the chance to fuck a British school girl wearing her uniform."

"It'll be irresistible to them," she laughed. "I love the way your brain works."

"I try my best. Is there a recommended retailer for the school uniform?" I asked.

She scrolled and clicked on the screen again until the college website gave a list of places to buy the correct uniform from.

"Indeed there is," she replied. "Penzance outfitters is the nearest. I'll program it into the sat nav. Let's go shopping."

We got back to the van and Nat directed us to a retail park about a mile inland. It wasn't far from the college itself and we saw some of the students walking around in their uniforms on their way back from lunch. The girls wore their skirts too short with the tops turned over and their ties were tied with just a short stub sticking out. Their legs were bare and they all seemed to have similar ankle-high shoes on. The other thing they had in common was that they were all glued to their phones. Reef's description of 'phone zombies' was very accurate - that's exactly what they looked like.

I parked the van in a quiet corner of the car park and we both walked in. The shop was vast and sold everything a college girl would need, from uniforms to gym gear. They even sold underwear, but we would be going to go to a separate shop for that. We went straight for the skirts, blouses, ties and blazers and pulled out items in our size before moving to the changing room to try things on. The assistant gave us a funny look, but we ignored her and went into the same cubicle to get changed.

I took off my clothes and pulled on my new uniform, starting with the skirt. I zipped it up and rolled the top down to make it shorter and then slipped on my blouse. After a couple of attempts at tying my school tie, I managed to get it to look something like the ones the girls had been wearing. School girls always wore their uniforms as an act of rebellion against the system. Yes, they were wearing it, but they were wearing it their way and on the borderline of it being against school regulations. I left several buttons undone on my blouse and my lack of bra was obvious. After slipping on my blazer, I stood back to admire my new look.

"What do you think?" I said to Nat. "Do I look like a slutty school girl?"

She moved in behind me, dressed in identical clothing and slipped her hand underneath me from behind. Her fingers danced over my gusset and she gave me a little rub.

"Mmmmm, does your mummy know you dress like that, little girl?" she whispered in my ear, sounding like a dirty old pervert.

"I guess the outfit works," I giggled. "Stand back and let me see you."

She moved away and I turned to face the sluttiest skank Penzance College had ever seen. She looked like something out of a porn film. The bottom of her gusset was almost visible and her huge tits were trying to burst free from her flimsy shirt. The buttons were working overtime to contain them. It took all my mental strength not to molest her in the changing room, but we still had a lot to do before nightfall.

"I think this will get us onto the gloryhole guest list," I laughed. "Come on, lets get some shoes and then pay for this lot."

We both bought a pair of ankle high boots in different styles and then checked out and paid the cashier who also gave us a funny look at what we were buying. I guessed most college girls didn't buy their own uniforms so it must have looked a little out of place.

We threw the shopping bags back in the van and then walked across the car park to a novelty gift shop. Holiday towns always had a shop like this for buying joke gifts or souvenirs to take back home. Nat looked a little confused at why I had gone there, until we found the clothing section at the back. There were racks and racks of T shirts with silly slogans on them, but I was looking for something a little more intimate.

"Ah, here we are," I said, picking up a pair of white knickers with red writing on the back and reading it out loud. "Daddy's Fuck Toy - these should suit you."

Nat took them from me and gave me a sexy smile. She always loved to play dress up with me, usually back at The Facility where there was a never-ending supply of clothes. We were miles from there and needed to improvise our own outfits for a change. She rummaged about through the shelves until she found a pair for me. They were also white and had pink writing on the front.

"Cream My Pie," I laughed. "I like your style. That should do the trick."

We paid for the underwear and went back to the van. We had everything we needed, but we still had to prepare our grab bags for the train station and sort out our new purchases. To do that we needed somewhere a little more secluded so we headed north out of Penzance into farm land until we found a quiet layby.

Mission success was always down to proper planning and preparation to prevent piss poor performance. It was known in the military as the seven-p's and we always followed it. In the back of the van, we got to work already knowing what was required.

We took out our new clothes and removed all the tags from them, making them ready to wear. They obviously looked brand new so we screwed them up and wiped them around the floor a little to make them look more worn. We then pre-tied our school ties to save time later and hung them over the hanger with the blouses. Next, we took out the shoes and put them on before opening the sliding door and stepping out in to the mud and grime of the layby.

They looked far too shiny for school girl's shoes, so we paddled about in shallow puddles and scuffed them up in the gravel to give them an older appearance. Happy with our work we got back in the van and made sure no one was around, before pulling our pistols from under the seats and checking the weapons over. We knew they were made ready, but it never hurt to check. The magazines were removed and we checked the number of rounds before sliding them back in and checking the chamber. We threw them into a black duffel bag with a spare magazine each and then ferreted about for a change of clothes. If we needed to make a hasty exit, we would stick out like a virgin on prom-night if we were still dressed in our school uniforms.

With our bag packed and our clothes prepared, all that remained was to overdo our makeup and get some rest before the mission started. It was always important to rest, eat and drink before a mission because you never knew how long it would last.

We went through a series of what-if scenarios before taking it in turns to sleep. There was nothing else left to do, we were ready.

****

At eight o'clock we drove back into Penzance and headed straight for the railway station. The storm had passed and made way for clear skies above us. There was still a breeze, but that would actually help us when the time came to meet these perverts and drug dealers. Seeing a young girl's skirt fly up in the wind with give them the perfect view of the writing on our underwear.

Nat parked the van at the station and we jumped out with the duffel bag, heading into the station. Natalie went to buy two flexi-tickets while I went in search of the lockers. They were on the left-hand wall and I picked one at the end of the row before placing the bag inside. Making sure that I wasn't being watched, I unzipped the bag and placed both pistols on the top with the grips facing outwards. If we were in a rush, under fire or being escorted to the locker, we could easily grab the UCP and use it for its intended purpose rather than fumbling about looking for it inside the bag of clothes. I waited for Natalie to arrive with the tickets and we stuffed them into the side pocket and locked the door.

"Let's find a place in the car park for the key," I suggested.

We left the lobby and headed back to the van, placing the key behind a dog-waste bin against the fence. No one would look there for it and it was easy for us to find again due to the bright red colour of the bin.

"Head for the housing estate," I said, as we got back in the van.

She obeyed with neither of us really talking now. We knew what lay ahead of us and we had to get into the right mindset for what was to come. The laughing and joking always relieved the tension, but now wasn't the time.

Parking the van facing outwards to the main road, we hid the key under the front tyre and walked a loop around the block so that we approached from the direction of the college campus. Natalie had an almost empty bottle of vodka in her hand to make it look like we were already well oiled. We both took a huge slug and started to get into character. My heart was pounding by now and I tried to keep my breathing under control, knowing we were entering a dangerous situation.

As usual at times like this my pussy was already wet in anticipation of both the danger and the fact I was about to get fucked. My blouse fluttered in the breeze and my nipples were rock hard under my blazer.

In the distance we could hear music coming from a car which was parked in the same spot we'd been in earlier. It was dark, but still light enough to see a group of men standing near the car. They were smoking, drinking and joking with each other, but we couldn't see any faces until we got closer. The distinct Russian accent echoed towards us, but we didn't know what they were saying.

It was time to put on our rehearsed show and infiltrate the group.

It was show time.

"That bitch Monica's going to get what's coming to her," spat Nat. "She's been slagging round Rich again."

"No way. I thought you told her to keep away," I replied.

"I fucking did, but Rich is encouraging her."

"You should keep an eye on him, babe. I always said he was a cheater."

The men looked in our direction as they heard us moaning about Nat's boyfriend like college girls often do, especially if they've been drinking.

"I don't think he's cheating, but you might be right," she took what looked like a huge gulp of vodka, but she was actually spitting it back in the bottle.

She passed it to me and I did the same.

"Anyway, fuck him. Let's get our drink on and have a good night. Woo woo," she raised the bottle in the air in celebration.

We were now twenty metres from the men and their interest in us was growing. Two of them moved to the back of the car and leaned on the tail gate, staring in our direction. I looked past them and saw more people hanging about in the Foster-Bolitho Gardens. There was no reason why this many guys would be hanging around here at this time of night if they weren't here for a good time.

It looked like their good time was about to be handed to them on a plate. Two drunk college girls in school uniforms were coming into their sights and I knew they were going to stop us before it even happened. A small gust of wind blew Natalie's skirt up in the air, just enough to show a flash of her white panties and she batted it back down pretending to be embarrassed.

"Fucking wind," she cursed.

"Haha, those guys saw your knickers," I laughed, pulling at her skirt to lift it up again.

"Fuck off, Becca bitch," she swore at me, tugging at my skirt and pulling it up to reveal my underwear.

I pushed her away as we got level with the toilet block and she stumbled into the road. She regained her balance and came charging towards me to get back at me. I dodged left and she stumbled again on the stone wall laughing her head off.

"You fucking bitch," she squealed, going high-pitched. "I'll get you back for that, just you wait."

I was now walking backwards towards the car to escape her, deliberately not looking where I was going. I timed it perfectly and as I turned to face the way I was going, one of the guys stepped out in front of me. I ended up bumping into him and he caught me in his arms. He was wearing a leather jacket and had a shaved head.

"Ooops, sorry," I giggled. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's no problem, pretty thing," he said in a deep Russian accent. "You two seem to be having fun tonight, yes?"

He kept his tone jolly and light as though he wanted to be my new best friend. Natalie caught up with me and started to apologise for me.

"Sorry, she's such a clutz," giggled Nat. "Just ignore her."

The guy let go of me as others shuffled uneasily near the car.

"Really, its ok," he laughed. "Where are you heading?"

"To a party," I replied with a big smile. "But don't tell anyone. It's a secret."

"We can keep a secret," he smiled back. "It looks like you're pretty drunk already, dah?"

Natalie held up the vodka bottle which was almost empty.

"We swiped it from my mum's drinks cabinet," she said, putting her finger to her lips. "We don't have any money."

"Maybe we can help you out," he said.

Only one of them was doing all the talking. This looked well-practiced with his friends staying out of the way to seem less intimidating. They were various ages from late twenties to late thirties. I scanned the crowd quickly, mentally comparing them to the images we'd seen of Valentin and Victor's crew, but I didn't recognise any of them. These were low level street thugs here to entice the girls into a life of booze and drugs.

"Help out with what?" I asked, trying to take the bottle out of Nat's hand.

"Get your own," she protested, pulling the bottle away from me forcefully.

Just as we'd planned, the bottle slipped out of her hand and smashed on the floor.

"Awwww, for fucks' sake Nat," I groaned. "Now look what you've done."

"It's ok," he soothed. "We have plenty here. Come and take a look."

He stood between the road and the car making sure we only had one way to move. It looked like an open friendly invite, but once we moved to the other side of the car, we'd be trapped.

As far as they were concerned, we were too drunk and naïve to care so we went along with it. Sure enough, as we pushed past him, he closed the gap behind us and leaned against the rear wing of the car. The driver's door opened and a new face appeared. He was older, maybe forty wearing snake skin boots, jeans and a leather jacket.

"Hello ladies," he soothed. "You can party with us, yes?"

He gave a little dance side to side in time with the music coming from his stereo. A bottle of vodka appeared and was thrust into my hand before I could say anything.

"Yeah, we like to party," cried Nat, lifting my skirt up from behind to get me back for doing it to her.

"Fucks sake Nat. Calm down," I chastised her.

"Chill out, bitch," she snapped, taking the bottle off me and taking a huge swig.

This time she swallowed it down. It was a fresh bottle and they would know if she was faking it. My heart was pounding as the men crowded in closer to get a look at their prey. The streets were deserted and I felt very vulnerable.

"This one knows how to party," said Snake Skin, taking Nat's hand and making her give a twirl.

"Weeeeeeeee," she laughed, swigging more vodka.

Her performance was first class and that was one of the reasons she was employed. Even in a situation like this, she could act like a pissed-up college girl.

"I can party too," I spat back. "Give me that bottle."

I snatched it back and took three long gulps. I wasn't acting now; I really did need this drink. Our plan to be in competition with each other was beginning to work and it gave the men a show to watch. It also gave them the opportunity to try and separate us to make us an easier target.

"See... now we all party together, yes?" smiled Leather Jacket. "You want cigarettes?"

"We don't smoke," replied Nat.

"Ah, but these are special cigarettes," he replied, pulling out a roll-up and showing it to us. "Make you feel nice inside."

He moved closer and put his arm around me.

"Is that weed?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "We don't do that. We just like booze."

"Drink as much as you want," said Snake Skin. "We're all friends here. You are from the college, yes?"

"Yeah," I replied, taking another swig and deliberately spilling it down my top. "We moved here a couple of months ago and this is the first time we've been invited to a party."

My white blouse went see through above my breasts where the vodka had leaked. The men immediately glanced down to see if they could see my tits, but the stain was too high up.

"You can party with us anytime you want," said Leather Jacket. "We supply you drinks and we can give you money."

"Free money?" laughed Nat. "We'll have some of that."

She made a beckoning motion with her open palm to ask for the cash.

"Well... the money it is not free exactly," said Snake Skin. "But you can earn it."

Nat and I both looked at each other with an unsure look on our faces. We had to make this look natural and the most normal reaction would be to say thanks and leave. The guys picked up on our body language and pre-empted our next move.

"It can be fun," said Snake Skin. "You already owe us money now anyway."

"How come?" I asked, sounding shocked.

"For the drink," said Leather Jacket. "You've had almost half the bottle."

"You said it was free," I protested.

"Nyet, I said you could have some. I never said it was free."

The conversation was still friendly, but there was an edge to it. I could see how they were drawing us in and manipulating us within minutes of us arriving. They had us right where they wanted us.

"Maybe we should go," I said to Nat.

I made a grab for her hand, but Leather Jacket pulled me back and held me by my shoulders.

"No go. Stay," he soothed. "We can have some fun, yes?"

"We can't pay you," said Nat. "Maybe we should go."

"There are other ways to pay and maybe you can earn a lot of money here tonight," said Snake Skin.

Nat and I glared at each other and she gave a slight tilt of her head as some sort of affirmation. I opened my eyes wide at her, letting my body language say no, but the men had already picked up on it.

"Think about the cash," said Leather Jacket. "Your friend seems up for it. You don't want her to have lots of money and you have none, do you?"

They were playing us off against each other, knowing that Natalie was the more open of us.

"We do need the money, Becca," she said quietly. "I'm fed up of being skint."

"Yes, me too, but I'm guessing they want us to do something sexual to earn this money," I scorned at her.

"I'm sure it's nothing you haven't done before," laughed Snake Skin. "The difference is, you get money for it, yes?"

"And it will feel good too," added Leather Jacket. "You're going to a party, yes? We all know what horny young girls go to parties for. You will need to pull a guy and talk all night to get laid and they might not be any good. Here, a good fuck is guaranteed."