The Scavenger Hunt
The Gamester
“…and for our final morning announcement all teachers are asked to attend a special meeting in the staff lounge at noon. Students may now proceed from home room to their first class.”
‘I have called this meeting to discuss the Gamester’ said the principal to the assembled staff of Northeastern High School. ‘For those of you who are new to the school; the Gamester is an unknown student who disrupts the routine here by creating various challenges for the other students. For the most part his games are harmless. The games are quite popular and almost every student has participated in at least one. The problem is that they are all played during school hours within the building and it leads to cutting of classes, unhealthy competitiveness and occasionally direct conflict between the players. We must find out who this Gamester is…’
The Game
‘Here is the latest challenge’ said Dennis ‘it’s a scavenger hunt but with a difference. All of the items have to be stolen; no begging or borrowing allowed.’ The small group assembled around him in the cafeteria had a mixed reaction. Some liked the idea, some didn’t and others weren’t sure. Stealing from fellow students was bad enough but if the game required stealing from the teachers it could get troublesome.
Each person at the table was a team leader and eventually, after a bit of discussion, they all accepted the challenge on behalf of their teams. Dennis, or the Gamester as he was known, handed out the lists he had created, a different one for each team.
Terry took his teams list to the table where his crew sat and looked it over. None of it looked too difficult. The custodians hammer, a secretaries mouse pad, a gym teachers deodorant; it was all stuff that was easy enough to find and just as simple to obtain. He got out his note book and scribbled each item onto separate pieces of paper and handed them out. All items had to be obtained by the end of the day.
‘Here you go Shelley’ he said to the slender blond ‘since you’re the only girl on the team this one is for you.’ She took the paper and looked at it. All it said was Wonder Bra. Not just any bra. Not a Playtex or a Calvin Klein; it had to be a Wonder Bra. For anyone else this might have been too much of a challenge but Shelley smiled as she read it. Her best friend Della wore Wonder Bras.
During her math class Shelley had second thoughts about stealing her best friend’s bra and decided that cheating a bit wouldn’t hurt. Della was in gym class for her last period of the day. Shelley forged a note for her English teacher excusing her from class early. She would get to the gym before the students left the change room and do her best to talk Della into “donating” her bra.
The bell rang and everyone moved to last class. Shelley kept an eye on the clock and with fifteen minutes left she packed up her books and headed for the change room. When she got there she was surprised to see that most of the girls were gone already. Since it was last class most of them skipped the showers to have a last cigarette or do some flirting with the boys before getting on the buses to go home.
The Girl
She could hear that the showers were running and there were only two sets of clothes hanging on the hooks. Shelley recognized Della’s clothes; she was still there. She changed her mind again. The rules said that the object must be stolen. It would be a simple matter to grab the bra and run. She could explain it later to Della and apologize.
She started towards Della’s clothes when a girl came out of the shower. She was drying her long hair and the towel was hanging down in front of her face. She didn’t see as Shelley ducked into the nearest toilet stall to hide. It was Sally.
Sally was the smallest girl in school. Not only in terms of being short but also skinny. At fourteen she looked more like she was ten. She dried off quickly and began to get dressed. Shelley tried to imagine Della and Sally in the showers at the same time. Sally must have spent as little time in there as possible as Della can be rather intimidating.
Fourteen is an age where girls become very aware of how they look. Each girl matures at a different pace and the differences between them can be vast. Shelley couldn’t think of any two that were further apart. While Sally was built like a child Della could more easily be described as a Playboy Bunny. Sally put on her clothes grabbed her school bag and was out the door.
Shelley slipped out of the stall and only took one step before hearing the water shut off. Della would be coming out; it was back into the stall.
Della came around the corner dripping wet; her towel was hanging from the door of her locker. She crossed the change room leaving a trail of wet footprints. Droplets of water rolled down her body.
For most people their first glance of Della’s short hair and athletic body might give the impression of a tomboy but that’s where any masculine similarities ended. A closer look would reveal a very pretty face with a dash of freckles across her cute little nose and cheeks and a big beautiful smile. Dark blue eyes sparkled with life. And then there was her body.
Della was just over five feet, not overly tall, but as they say “dynamite comes in small packages.” Her generous bosom was easily 38 inches and her curvaceous hips probably about the same. Her small firm waist was flat and hard. Her legs were fit but not overly muscular and looked equally good with tennis shorts and sneakers or a mini-skirt and heels.
Shelley had known Della before she had blossomed into womanhood and was still amazed at how much she had changed. Shelley was no slouch herself in the looks department but next to Della there had been more than one occasion when she was more than a little jealous of the attention that her friend got. As she looked at the gorgeous tanned body with just two small white outlines of a tiny bikini she understood why.
Shelley watched as Della picked up her towel and began to dry herself. First to go were the little streams of water running down her shoulders and arms. Next were the tiny droplets that were trembling on the tips of her nipples. Then she began to rub her abs, the towel occasionally bumping into her breasts which were too firm to bounce. As she began to dry her legs Shelley remembered why she was there.
Her opportunity to grab the bra had slipped away. There was no way to steal it without being caught and negotiating a loan now would mean explaining why she was hiding in the stall which she didn’t want to do. She was going to have to wait for Della to leave and then try to catch up to her later to bargain for it.
Della rubbed the towel through her hair and then wrapped it around her head. She picked up her pink panties and pulled them on. Then she reached for her bra.
The Grab
Shelley had an idea. It was reckless and crazy but it just might work. If not she would have a lot of explaining to do. She reached into her pocket for a coin. She rolled it across the floor past Della’s feet. When Della heard it and turned to see what it was Shelley quickly burst out of the stall.
She grabbed the towel and pulled it down over Della’s face blinding her. Then she snatched the bra and turned for the door. She stopped abruptly when Della wouldn’t let go. Shelley took hold with both hands; Della did the same. A tug of war started. With her hands occupied Della could not remove the damp towel and was struggling with an opponent she could not see.
Both pulled as hard as they could. Della’s bare feet slipped on the wet floor and Shelley began to pull her towards the door. Realizing that sooner or later the towel was going to slip off Shelley did the only thing she could. She let go.
Della went reeling backwards and slammed into the lockers. Her feet skidded out from under her on the damp floor and she crashed to her butt on the floor. Amazingly the towel stayed in place. Shelley made one more lunge for the bra. She seized it and pulled as she turned towards the door again but Della held on tight.
Della twisted away from her unknown attacker. Her naked body slid on the wet floor and she ended up face down on the cold stone. Shelley dropped onto her, sitting on her waist, to make one more attempt. She realized that even if she got it now she wouldn’t make it to the door without being recognized. Her panic gave way to inspiration when she saw Della’s gym shorts. She let go of the bra and grabbed the shorts.
She pulled out the drawstring and then grabbed Della by the wrist. She twisted her arm around behind her and wrapped the string around it. Then she took hold of the other wrist and crossed them. Confused, Della didn’t realize what was happening and offered no resistance until it was too late. With her hands bound she began to struggle. Shelly grabbed Della’s gym socks, a pair of stretchy white knee-highs. She tied one around Della’s head gagging her and securing the towel over her eyes.
Then she started to slide back along Della’s legs to tie her ankles. Della lifted her rear pushing Shelley off balance. She grasped the first thing she could get hold of to stop her fall. It was the waistband of Della’s panties. Her fall continued and she took the pink undies with her. Shelley wound up sitting on Della’s feet holding the panties around her ankles.
She moved quickly pulling them off and tossing them aside. Then she used the second sock to secure Della’s ankles. As soon as she finished the knot she took hold of the bra again and pulled. Della held on tight and Shelley began to lift her from the floor.
Face down on the cold floor had been uncomfortable for Della’s big tits; even more so because the cold had caused her nipples to stiffen in spite of being squashed. Shelley’s efforts to wrestle the brassiere away from Della began to roll her onto her side. This meant that one boob came up off of the floor which was a relief but now the pressure was doubled on the other one. She did the only thing she could. She let go.
Now it was Shelley's turn to lose her balance. She flew across the room in reverse and slammed back first into the toilet stall door. The door flew open and Shelley fell in coming to rest upon the toilet. Della rolled over and tried to shake off the towel to see her assailant but it wouldn’t budge. Shelley jumped to her feet and was out the door.
The Getaway
Shelley burst out of the change room door into the hallway, almost knocking over a few senior boys that were passing by. She raced to the cafeteria. Her team would be meeting and without her they would fail the challenge. She dashed into the cafeteria and her team mates were waiting anxiously for her.
She sat down, panting for breath, and handed Terry the bra. He looked at it and in a puzzled voice said ‘What’s this?’
‘It’s the last item on the list’ gasped Shelley ‘look here.’ She handed him her slip of paper. He took it from her and looked at it closely. He compared it to his list. He passed both of them over to her.
‘Sorry’ he apologized ‘my bad; a little error on my part.’ She looked at the lists. Hers clearly said Wonder Bra. His said “Wonder Bar”. She blew her temper.
‘Do you not know the difference between a chocolate bar and women’s underwear? Do you know the trouble I went through to get this?’ She grabbed it away from him and threw it in his face. ‘I’ve got to return this’ she snapped at him as she picked it up again ‘and I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. If the owner of this has any complaints I’m sending her to you!’
The Gym
The quickest way back to the change room was through the gym. If Della hadn’t gotten loose and left already Shelley knew she had a big job ahead of her. The job was about to get a whole lot bigger. When Shelley entered the gym the senior boy’s basketball team was warming up for a game. As is customary the home team uses the boys change room; the visitors use the girls. Della must have gotten away because there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary happening. This is if you didn’t count the fact that the warm up time was half over and the visitors were still in the change room.
Their coach looked up at the timer clock and stormed off to the dressing room. Just before the door slammed he could be heard shouting ‘What the hell is going on in here?’ A moment later a stream of players emerged and an abbreviated warm up began.
The Gift
Shelley sat down in the bleachers greatly relieved. If Della had been in the room there would have been a big commotion by now. She must have gotten untied and left; minus her bra. Shelley didn’t have the whole story.
When the team arrived the home coach shouted into the girls change room ‘Is anyone in there?’ A gagged Della could not answer and the boys were sent in to change. Imagine their surprise and delight at the gift waiting for them. It was immediately determined that this was a diversion left by the home team to distract them. And quite a diversion it was.
Della wiggled and mmphed but was too tightly bound to escape. The team was determined to get an eyeful as each had his phone out and was taking pics and video of the squirming damsel. Not wanting to lose their gift should the coach come in they hid her in the shower stall. They were counting on a bit of postgame entertainment.
Now that the room was empty and the game was started Shelley left the gym and went down the corridor to enter the change room from the back door. She was going to put the bra back into the locker that Della had been using. Since gym class was the last period today that meant it would be the first period tomorrow. Hopefully Della would find it and think she had somehow overlooked it.
She opened the locker and was shocked to see Della’s clothes still hanging in it. She hung up the bra and looked around. There was only one place she could be. Della was on the damp floor of the showers, naked and bound, still fighting madly to get free. Shelley crept over and untied her ankles. Then she untied her wrists and ran like hell.
The Good
That night Shelley got a call from a strangely calm Della. She had quite a story to tell but it all worked out good in the end. She had remained at the game until the team came in for their halftime break. When they came in she, fully clothed, began to negotiate. In exchange for a date with her, each of them in turn deleted the compromising videos and pictures. Knowing how much trouble having such evidence on their phones could be they all readily agreed.
Shelley didn’t see much of Della over the next few weeks but that was fine. She had seen enough of her already.