Always Watch Your Back
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There comes a time in every spy's life where they must mature in spirit and mind. Luckily, Cam and her friend's just aren't ready yet! The young spies are infiltrating public high school. That's right, public. There's a mystery to be solved as this isn't just a normal high school. Things are bound to go wrong, especially when Cam meets up with Josh, crashes the popular's party and gets locked up in a closet with none other than Zach Goode. What's a girl to do?
A/N , hi guys i'm back. and enjoy (: please review. constructive critism oh so totally welcomed . love kim.
"Bex?" A pretty sixteen year old girl with shiny golden brown hair asked to no one in particular.
Actually at this moment, Cammie was standing on a toilet seat, trying not to breathe the putrid stench of dried urine. Granted, the door was locked but Cammie still couldn't believe what she was doing. But she wasn't crazy or talking to herself. A caramel coloured goddess was in the stall next to hers, doing exactly what she was doing.
"Yeah Cammie?" the goddess breathed as she fanned her flush skin with her folder.
"Explain to me again what we're doing in these unwashed filthy stalls that no one uses anymore in the Belvator?"
The Belvator was a grand hotel, better than any hotel Cammie had ever been in. But now she knew the truth. If it was so good, why was there a whole unused wing with disgusting bathrooms and breaking rooms? Of course, no one but they and a handful of people knew.
"Um, the American tycoon is planning on discussing his new shipment of Barbie dolls which are actually filled with meth which they are sending to Egypt?" Bex said all this is a bored voice.
"Oh, that explains it," Cammie said dryly.
"And we are unscrewing the vents at the top of the stalls so we can crawl through the ceiling and overhear what's happening in his private talk with two other balding guys," Bex finished.
Cammie gave the rusty screw another half hearted twist. To her amazement it popped out and the dusty vent began to drop on her. She carefully placed a hand to steady it before grabbing the handle and settling it gracefully on the tiles.
"I got in," Cammie said gleefully.
Before long Bex was dropping into the stall and giving Cammie a boot up into the vents. Cammie cursed as her new BarangBarang yoga stretch pants were torn on a loose nail. Bex shimmied up into the ceiling with Cammie's help. Both wore black pants and black tops. But they'd forgotten to bring a pair of runners and Cammie was barefoot while Bex wore a pair of hot red six inchers.
"How can you walk in those?" Cammie curled her nose in disgust.
"We're spies, got to look the part too," Bex gave a sexy wink.
Cam was in awe of her friend's bouncy ringlets and how their blonde highlights looked totally natural on her brown hair. Bex also had flawless skin.
And looked great in stripper heels.
"I think that's a dead rat," Bex whispered in disgust.
"Poor thing," Cam cooed. "Which way do we go?"
"Just a sec," Bex stuck a hand down her shirt and pulled out a map and flashlight.
Another thing to be jealous of, having enough boobs to do that.
"Okay, we go left," Bex said.
They crawled fast and quickly to the left, made a couple of turns. In half an hour they stopped. They were very close to the room. Their actions became quieter. When they were within fifteen feet of their prey Cam reached into her bag and pulled out a hearing device. She extended the mouse and pointed it to where the voices were coming from.
Bex picked up her walkie talkie and made a quick call to Liz, "We are in. Put Soloman on the line and have him record it."
"On it," came the crackly reply from Liz.
A voice came into their ears. It was the tycoon.
"You see, we put the drugs in the dolls and screw the heads on. We then put them in the Barbie doll cases and ship them to our special dealers in Egypt," he was saying.
The two foreign business men seemed skeptical, "What if they are intercepted?"
"Oh please," the tycoon drawled, "if they are, what they will find are Barbie dolls."
"If the heads are screwed off?"
"We will real Barbie dolls to throw them off the scent."
"Speaking of throwing them off the scent, what if they bring in dogs?"
"Give them these," there was a shuffling in their ears and finally a couple of chuckles.
"You believe a simple handkerchief will stop them?" one of the foreigners said.
"This is not just any handkerchief. This stops their scent for seven hours. Take a sniff," the Tycoon hissed.
"It smells like nothing."
"Here, take a sniff. This is my strongest cologne, can you smell it?"
There was a pause.
"No I can't."
"Good," the tycoon said. The girls could just picture him with a smug expression.
Up above them, Cam retracted the ear with a grim smile at Bex. Another drug supplier they'd just taken down.
Imagine Macey's surprise as she was doing her make up in her hotel bathroom when there were two loud yelps coming from her room. She exited the bathroom just in time to see Cammie falling through the ceiling.
"Hey girls," she purred, "how was the mission?"
"Great," Bex said, smoothing her hair.
"Did you get any information about whether the son knows anything?" Cammie asked, straightening herself up too.
"He knows nothing, not a threat to us," Macey said, waving a slender hand in the air.
Cammie stripped her black top off and shucked off her jeans, revealing her modest white bra and panties. Bex also ridded herself of the offending garments. But instead of innocent Cameron, she wore lacy red panties and an electric blue bra.
"Now that we've taken care of them, let's party," Macey said eagerly.
Now Cam was dressed in a deep purple dress and had slipped on a pair of kitten heels. Bex opted for her prime little black dress that was a comfortable tight and looked great on her. Her red heels stuck out. She was like lust, itself.
"Where's our dates?" Bex asked as she finger combed her hair.
"Outside," came a muffled voice. It sounded a bit like Grant.
Macey opened the door and let three gorgeous boys into the room. There was Zach and Grant, both dressed in black tuxes with bow ties. The only one who looked not in the part was Zach with his converse lace ups. Zach was broad-shouldered. He was tan and dark and mysterious. His glance was so smouldering whenever Cammie looked at him, she couldn't help feeling a bit hot.
Grant was lean and muscular. He knew he was hot and he totally played it up. His gelled hair screamed high maintenance but he was just a pussy cat around Bex. Partially because she was always gorgeous and just as intimidating as he was.
"Hey Cam, looking good," Zach said as he awkwardly came up to meet her.
Cam blushed. They were always so tense with each other. Macey called it sexual tension and that they should just get it done and over with, but although Cam wasn't really girly she did believe in making love, not having sex.
And making love required the right guy, and she just wasn't sure if Zach was it.
"Hey Grant," Bex purred from the bed, looking every part the seductress.
Macey rolled her eyes at Bex and Grant, leaning in for a kiss. She gave an exasperated sigh when her eyes found Zach and Cammie awkwardly shaking hands. She had just given Cammie a life lesson on boys the other day. And this was how she was repaid?
Stealthily she crept up beside Cammie and whispered, "You know he wants more than that."
A crimson red leaked onto Cammie's face and a smirk took over Zach's. He'd totally heard what Macey had said. Some spy.
"Fine, a hug," Cammie squeaked. She leaned into Zach's hard chest and wrapped her toned arms around his waist.
"Better," Macey sighed.
"Guys, we have to go or they'll wonder where we are," Bex said, standing up with Grant's arms around her.
By they, they meant the guide who had been showing them the Belvator. They were at the Belvator taking care of drug suppliers, but she didn't have to know that. She thought they were from a rich private school and doing an exchange with a local public school around the area. Everyone at the hotel presumed they were the elite of the elite so nobody asked any questions. Now they were scheduled to go to dinner and Mr. Soloman would stake their asses if they didn't get them down to the diner. Talk about cover blown.
They flooded out of the room and into the elevator. Cammie sighed as she watched Bex and Grant flirt with each other. Why couldn't she do that? Why was she so awkward around Zach? With a sudden courage she fitted her small palm into Zach's. The fit was perfect and his rough skin felt so comfortable and natural to her. Zach looked down at her in surprise. In reply, she leaned her head in the crook of his arm and chest. Again, perfectly natural.
Macey watched them with a smile. Finally, Cam was warming up!