Totally Spies: Tainted Blood

Disclaimer: I am no owner of any shares of Totally Spies or any other shows currently run by Marathon productions. I simply watch the shows (Yes I do, you got a problem with it?) and enjoy the plots and such. I own no rights to Totally Spies and what not, sooooo…. Please don't sue me!

Author's note: WARNING TO ALL! This chapter contains scenes of graphic sexual themes and should not be viewed by readers under the limit of Mature. So…yeah, I warned you. So if you're under eighteen, go away…..now…..please? well whatever, it's not my problem anymore, I warned you already, it's not like I can track your ip address with your review and find out where you live so I can hunt you down and tie you to the up so you don't read this. Heh heh…..On with the show!

Ch.1

Clover moaned softly as she ran he wet hands down her sleek body, the shower water wetting her entire whole as she scrubbed herself gently with a bar of soap. She began to hum quietly to herself as she ran the soap up and down her arms as the water flowed the soapy foam down her arm and onto the bottom of the large, white two person tub. She bent down and began to scrub her feet, all the way up to her thighs, the water continuing to rinse her as she cleaned herself. Finally, she ran the bar of soap along her tight belly and moaned softly again. She lifted the soap up to her firm breasts and washed the nipples firmly, the tip of her thumb grazing her nipple. She moaned a little bit louder as she continued to rub her nipples with the soap for a little bit longer.

Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and her ocean blue eyes widened a bit. She opened the bright blue shower curtain a teensy bit and popped her head out slowly in caution, looking round to see if the door was closed. She strained her ears and tried to listen for Alex or Sam to see if they were coming this way. After a moment of silence, she grinned impishly as she closed the shower curtain back up and put dropped the soap, her slippery hands now caressing her nipples as she leaned against the back wall and moaned a bit louder, the shower massaging her stomach as she continued to rub her now hardened nipples. She pinched one lightly and rolled it round between her index and thumb as her other hand slid down between her legs and began to rub her gently. She gasped quietly against the sound of the beating water as she felt the new sensations in her loins.

She could feel the heat steaming off of herself as she continued to pinch her nipple, moaning just a bit louder now. She continued to tease herself in this fashion, her lust only driven more by the possibility of being caught by Alex or Sam. She slid a single finger between the folds of skin that made her slit and she rubbed it up and down inside her. She moaned loudly as her knees began to wobble under her. Worried about falling, she repositioned herself with her legs wider, her now open pussy dripping with the mixture of her juices and the shower water. She slipped two fingers in now as she moved them in and out, in and out. She moaned louder as she pushed against her fingers in a rhythmic motion. She breathed heavily as her wet blonde hair hung in her face, her pussy contracting around her own fingers as she continued to pleasure herself. Her body quivered lightly as she breathed out loud. "Oh yes…..oh god yes….." finally she covered her mouth and muffled an orgasmic scream into it as her pussy squirted out her juices like a water gun, her fingers now soaked through and through. She panted against the rhythm of the water's beating on her stomach as she raised her hands to the shower, washing off any evidence of her little "escapade."

Sam sat quietly in her room, a pencil rising and falling in her mouth as she typed feverously on her computer, her eyes switching up to the screen and down to the keyboard. She stopped for a moment to reposition the gold rimmed glasses focusing her beautiful green eyes and then began to type speedily once more, looking back up to the screen again. As she typed, the door to the bathroom opened behind her as Clover popped her head out, her hair wrapped in a massive towel beehive. She slipped out wearing nothing but a towel on her body and head and began to tiptoe quietly towards her room as the sun lit up the hallway through the large wall sized windows of the living room.

"Clover." Sam spoke up, her eyes never leaving the screen. Clover froze in her tracks and turned her head worriedly to the direction of Sam who was still typing quicker than a hiccup. Sam had on her usual tight, green v-neck tee with the matching frilly cotton skirt that reached to just above her knees. Her hair was tied up into a bun with a pencil stuck through it so as it wouldn't fall through. As she went further down her silky smooth legs, she noticed she was wearing a pair of hot pink slippers.

"Hey!" Clover exclaimed, "Those are Muy Chica 100 percent fleece slippers! I never said you could borrow those!"

"Well you weren't here and my feet were cold." Sam spoke back, her bun staring up at Clover. "It gets very cold for feet in this house, even if it is Beverley Hills."

"Whatever just give them back before my feet start to get cold."

"After what I heard in there Clover," Sam spoke up as she turned to face her a little smugness of a smile on her face. "I don't think you'll be getting cold anytime soon." Clover froze, her eyes wider than frying pans . She had been caught. Suddenly she caught her self and turned away snobbishly, lifting her nose into the air.

"I-I…I have no idea what you're talking about…." Sam looked at her empathetically and rested one leg on the other.

"Come on Clover, you can tell me. I'm guessing that Dave wasn't so great either?"

Clover fell to her knees on the floor as her head drooped low. "Oh…why is it that all the guys with Corvettes are so horrible in bed?" Sam smiled slightly as she removed her gold trimmed glasses from her eyes and stared at her an eyebrow raised.

"Clover, how many times have I told you? Never date a man with a Corvette. It means he's compensating for something."

"Yeah," Clover scoffed. "something really, really small." Sam giggled slightly as she put her glasses back and turned back around to continue typing.

"Don't worry Clover, you'll find someone eventually."

"I don't know Sam, all the cute boys I meet are either complete assholes or have really really tiny sausages."

"You should have met the last guy I dated…" Sam giggled. "He had such a fascination with microscopes. When we went to his house, I finally understood why." Sam and Clover giggled girlishly as Clover stood up and smiled.

"Thanks Sam, for not teasing me about this."

"Me tease? Never…..well, as long as the shampoo bottle hasn't been used for more than washing the hair on your head."

Clover blushed a deep red as she yelled annoyingly. "That happened one time! One time!" and she stormed out of the hallway, slamming her door loudly as Sam giggled to herself and got back to her typing. As soon as Clover slammed the door, the familiar head of Alex popped into Sam's doorway, the aftereffects of a snicker on her face as she yelled loud enough for Clover to hear.

"Wow Sam! When the commercials said you'd get the urge, I never would have thought that that's what they meant!" The muffled reply of Clover echoed slightly through the hallway.

"One time, Alex! It was one time!" Sam laughed as she turned to face Alex.

"What's up Alex? Need another sparring partner?"

"Maybe later, I just got a call from Gerry on the communicator. It sounded very urgent! He wants us to go and see him."

"He's asking us to come and see him?" Sam exclaimed as she removed her glasses once more. "That's odd….he normally just pops some hole on us and sends us in…..any idea why it's so urgent?"

"No idea, but he said it was extremely urgent so I suggest we get down there like fast." Alex stepped into the door way. She was wearing a bright yellow Tank top with string straps with a little blue bunny rabbit on the center. Her dark blue sweat pants with the bright white seam lines running down the sides of her legs drooped slightly as she stood leaning against the door frame. "I think we should get Clover and head out."

"Alex, if there's one thing I've learned from living with Clover," Sam began, leaning back against her chair and crossing her legs again, "It's that you never interrupt Clover when she's trying to figure out what to wear." Alex's face suddenly became worried.

"Eeh…good point. I think I'll just let her know." Sam nodded approvingly and turned back to her computer. Alex stared at her computer screen curiously. "What'cha writin there?"

"I'm writing a term paper on legends and mythology, specifically mythical creatures and legendary monuments."

"You mean like Big Foot and the Loch Ness monster from that Scottish lake?"

"Yes and its due by Friday so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to it." Alex backed out back into the hall quietly.

"Right, I'll just go and let Clover know what's going on." She walked up towards Clover's door and knocked twice.

"I'm a bit busy right now!" Exclaimed Clover's voice from behind the door.

"I know that!" Alex replied. "I just need to tell you that Gerry called. He wants us to go and see him about something. He said it's important."

"He's inviting us? Doesn't he usually like suck us down a hole or something?"

"Yeah, I know. It's not like Gerry to just invite us. It must be pretty urgent!"

"Alright, well let me get something to wear and ill be out there soon." Alex's face flashed annoyance for a moment.

"Clover, we don't have all day! Just throw something on!"

"Hey! No one can take shortcuts when it comes to fashion! You have to plan these things!" Alex sighed, leaned against the door and waited for what she expected was going to be a long while.