It was one of those kind of days at Beverly Hills High, the kind of day that for once was devoid of chaos and weirdness. This whole town served as a magnet for trouble, due in no small part to three teenage spies who always found their way into trouble. Still, nobody was complaining today. Occasions like these were all too rare, so why try to find fault with them?
In one of the women's bathrooms of the high school, a pair of attractive female figures found themselves looking into different mirrors, using their reflections for guidance as they applied their makeup.
"I had a date last night," came the unmistakable nasal tone of Mandy, the raven-haired girl who always seemed to vex the trio of spies.
"Oh yeah? How was she?" came the brunette's response.
"Totally lame..." Mandy said with a small roll of her eyes. "I teased her for about an hour straight until she was soaking wet, and I had her totally begging for it. So I took the strap-on and used it to fuck her brains out, but I was left bored after. I need to get better ladies to fuck," she added with a small sigh and exasperated roll of her eyes.<|im_end|>
Redhead Samantha Simpson, one of the aforementioned teenage spies, was in the farthest stall from the two. She stayed hidden in the stall until the two had left and came out, clearly curious about what was discussed among the two popular girls. She washed her hands, shook them once, and combed her long ginger locks with those same wet hands. Now my curiosity is piqued; what's the big deal about girl on girl sex? A strap-on? I think I want to experiment with this.
Right after school, Sam found herself a quiet, out of the way place and opened up her laptop to place an ad in the personals. It read:
Redhead looking to experience her first girl, very curious and open-minded about almost anything an experienced woman could show her about being lesbian. Serious and experienced girls only, please, as it makes no sense for two inexperienced girls trying, yet not knowing what we're doing. Text me, and we'll set up a meeting.
The number Sam left was not the regular cell phone, but rather the one the girl spy usually used for experiments, of which this qualified. Sam wondered, as she pressed SEND, if she would be the new gossip fodder as this les-curious redhead. Since there were plenty of 'reds' in the school, she wasn't concerned. She just had no idea who would be answering her ad!<|im_end|>