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Truant by The Sympathetic Devil
Chapter Three

With the two intoxicated Spanish exchange students in tow, Officer Amy and Derek headed towards the gym. Amy kept giggling with every step, the laughing gas keeping her head in a fog, but she knew how serious the matter was. If Coach Hardbody was the source of all the drugs and alcohol on campus, she needed to find out. She was lucky to have Derek helping her. The school felt like a maze and she seemed to be overcome by a fit of giggles every time they got to an intersection. Without his guiding hand on her ass, she never would’ve found the gym.

Once she made it there, however she took several deep breaths. Once she was sure she had the nitrous out of her system, she warned the two dark-haired cheerleaders not to go anywhere and left them in the hallway as she and Derek went into confront Coach Hardbody.

They found Coach Hardbody jogging in place, as she often did. The tall, curvy black woman was one of Officer Amy’s favorite faculty members at the S. P. Y.. She often came down to the gym to workout with Coach Hardbody and try out new wrestling moves. She had even come help do a wrestling demonstration with the coach for one of the boys’ gym classes last week… But the details of that were a little fuzzy in her memory. There was something about Jell-O…

But Amy couldn’t let her friendship with the coach cloud her judgment. This was an investigation.

The coach was dressed in a tiny, tight pair of red shorts and a tight white T-shirt with the school logo emblazoned across her massive, bounding breasts. The whistle she always kept around her neck bounced frantically on its kinetic platform. She was drenched in sweat which made her areolas very prominent through the thin type fabric of the white T-shirt. As sweaty as the coach always seemed to be, she never smelled unpleasant. Indeed the smell of her reminded Officer Amy vaguely of…

She blushed furiously. She really had to focus on her investigation. .

“Hello Officer Amy!” the coach said with a big smile, slowing her jog a bit but not stopping. “Hi Derek! What brings you to the gym? Do you want to get sweaty with me?”

“I’m afraid we’re here on an investigation, Coach Hardbody.” Officer Amy explained, staring distractedly at the coach’s kinetic rack. “Do you have any drugs or alcohol that might get into the possession of students or other teachers?”

“Well, I do have some rather potent muscle relaxants,” Coach Hardbody confessed. “But those are just for sports-related injuries.”

“Hmmm… Those don’t have any potential for abuse, do they?” Officer Amy probed.

“You know, I’m not so sure about that,” Coach Hardbody confessed. “I’ve got them right over here. Could you give me your opinion?”

“Certainly!” Officer Amy said. “Thank you for your cooperation!”

She was so relieved that the coach was cooperating. She didn’t want her friend to be the culprit. She and Derek followed the coach to the small first aid room where the coach unlocked a cabinet to reveal several glass vials labeled “Rather Potent Muscle Relaxants” along with some disposable syringes. It was just as the coach had said. But Officer Amy did need to be thorough, if only to be able to assure Dr. Torrent that the coach was not involved.

“How does it work?” Officer Amy asked.

“Just like this!?” the coach said, drawing the fluid into a syringe. “Derek, could you do the honors?”

“Of course, Coach Hardbody!” the student said, taking the syringe from the coach and then waiting for her to bend over and touch the floor, presenting her spectacularly-rounded ass, most of which was left bare by the tiny red shorts.

Derek rubbed and pinched the dark flesh to prepare it for the needle. Officer Amy was impressed. He seemed to know what he was doing. The coach gave just the tiniest of gasps as he slipped the needle deep into her gluteus maximus and pressed the drug in.

The coach sighed as the needle was removed, then popped back upright with tit-jiggling aplomb.

“And it’s just like that!” she announced. “No worries! Just a relaxed butt muscle!”

“Well, that doesn’t seem bad at all!” Officer Amy said, relieved. “But it’s my investigation. Shouldn’t I be the one to try it?”

“She’s got plenty, Officer Amy!” Derek pointed out, gesturing to the cabinet with a fresh syringe already filled in anticipation of her needs. He was such a good deputy! She would have to ask Dr. Torrent if there was room in the budget for her to have an assistant after Derek graduated at the end of the year. She’d hate to lose him.

If she could only have him part time, she could share him with the school nurse, Nurse Wundertitzen, Officer Amy realized as the blood rushed to her head as she bent over for her injection. He really had a way with needles. Feeling the muscle relaxant get pushed into her butt actually felt quite pleasant. He slapped her ass to let her know he was done and she popped back up to grin at the coach. Coach Hardbody was grinning back and swaying a bit.

“See, nuffin to worry ‘bout!” the coach slurred.

Officer Amy smiled quizzically and felt a relaxing warmth radiate out from the injection site. She rubbed her ass and sighed.

“Are you sure there aren’t any side effects?” she asked the coach, who seemed to be getting a little blurry.

“I dunno!” the coach said, with a spectacularly tittiful shrug. “Check the bottle! Yer the cop!”

And then the coach giggled. So Officer Amy grabbed a vial and dropped it. The coach giggled. She tried again and succeeded. She squinted at the doubled-up print on the vial. Why would they double up the print like that? She could barely read it. She did so aloud to help her focus. “Warning: Do not combine wiff alcohol.”

The coach giggled at that.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed. “That’d be really bad!”

“Why would that be bad?” Officer Amy asked, vaguely remembering her time in Miss Zorrina’s Geography class as Coach Hardbody’s first aid room started spinning.

“OOOOH YEAH!” said the coach much louder than was warranted. “YOU COMBINE MUSCLE RELACTANTS WITH BOOZE AND IT”LL TOZALLY FUCK YOU UP!”

“Oh no!” Officer Amy said, trying to wrangle her tongue. “I’m afraid I wuzz driffing as parza my vessigashun.”

The coach giggled and her titties jiggled.

“Oh snap, girl!” she said. “YUUZZ ‘UNNA BE WAZED!”

“What did you have for lunch, Coach Hardbody?” Derek asked.

“UM, LET ME TINK!” she said, tapping her chin with a finger. “OH YEAH! I HAD MALT LIQUOR FOR LUNCH! LOTS OF MALT LIQUOR! <giggle> A STUZENT SENT ME A SISS PASH ANNONYMOUSLY! I SHOTGUNNED THA SHIZZ!”

“OH FUCK COACH HARDBODY!” Officer Amy exclaimed. “THA MEES WE BOF MISHED ALCAL WIF MUSHL RELAFES!”

“WUZ A YOU MEAN?” the Coach asked. “HEY WAIYAMINZUH! I CAT FEEL MY ASS! WHY CAT…CAN’T I FEEL MY ASS?”

Officer Amy’s eyes went wide as she realized she couldn’t feel her own ass either.

“I CAFFEEMUZAFFEBUH!” she exclaimed.

“Now keep calm, Ladies!” Derek said, holding up his hands. “Let’s not lose our heads! Let me see if I can still feel your asses.”

And so saying, he grabbed the coach’s ass with his right hand and Officer Amy’s ass with his left.

“Okay, I can feel your asses and I didn’t get any muscle relaxant, so we know your asses are still there.” Derek said. “That’s a relief. See if you can feel each other’s asses. You can, right? Good. You to just keep rubbing each other’s asses to make sure they’re still there; I’m going to go see if there’s anything that can help.“

Officer Amy did as she was told, taking a firm hold on the coaches incredibly rounded backside. Coach Hardbody did the same, wrapping her arms around Officer Amy and grabbing a hold of her butt. She couldn’t feel her own butt, but she could feel the coach’s. And if she squeezed hard enough, she might sober up. It was worth a try.

"You love my ass! Admit it, Officer Amy!” Coach Hardbody said, leaning in to press her tremendous tits against Amy’s own.

“Iss a great ass!” Officer Amy slurred . There was no shame in admitting it

“Oh thank God!” Derek exclaimed. "The coach has massage oil in here!”

“Yeah! Is for rubbin’… Muscles ‘n shit!” The coach said and then giggled. Officer Amy giggled too. She wasn’t sure why. .

“Yes, I know, but it also acts to counteract the effects of injectable muscle relaxants and alcohol,” Derek said. “It’s a traditional homeopathic cure!“

"Tha’s amazing!” Officer Amy exclaimed. “You’re so smart Derek! All the students here are so smart. They’re smart smart smart and I’m just wasted! God, I feel like such a bimbo!”

The coach giggled and nodded and squeezed Amy’s ass. Officer Amy squeezed her butt back. At Derek’s urging, they took off their respective uniforms so that they could administer the antidote. Officer Amy was once again taken about by how incredibly built the coach was.

“Here you go,” Derek said taking Amy’s hand and squeezing a dollop of oil into her palm. “You rub this all over the coach and it will counteract the effects. You too, Coach Hardbody. You rub this all over Officer Amy. The more surface area you can get it into the better.”

The oil made a squelching sound as she rubbed her fingers all over the dark flesh of Coach Hardbody.

“Mmmmmm,” the coach said. “Slickery!”

Officer Amy giggled and rubbed and rubbed and giggled. She didn’t know if the oil was making her feel more sober but it was definitely making her feel more horny.

“That’s right, ladies,” Derek encouraged. “Put your whole bodies into it.”

The coach had been putting an overly generous share of the oil on Officer Amy’s titties so they were the most obvious part to use. She vigorously rubbed her oil-dripping tits up and down the coach’s toned physique, slapping them against the coach’s own monster tits as often as she could. Then she grabbed the coach by her kinky hair and pressed her face into her cleavage. The coach vigorously motorboated her while kneading her ass. Officer Amy might not be getting sober but she was definitely getting stimulated.

“Before…” she panted. “Before, when I got druns…I eated…I ates pussy! It helps! You shuzzz…you shuzz eat my pussy!”

“You shuzz eaz my pushy you sluzz!” the coach countered. “I is sooo fuzza hornze!”

“Ladies, you know you can eat each other at the same time,” Derek said.

Officer Amy turned to look at her deputy in confusion, seeking clarification, but the coach took the opportunity to sweep her leg. She fell on her ass on top of a wrestling mat and before she knew what was happening Coach Hardbody’s incredible booty was in her face and pushing her head down.

The smell of pussy made her mouth water and she started licking and lapping as she felt the coach’s nappy hair tickle her inner thighs and then the coach’s mouth was on Officer Amy’s pussy. The truant officer grabbed hold of the coach’s ass and pressed her face determinedly into her pussy as they began to 69 with abandon.

They squirmed and rolled and mashed and mauled on the wrestling mat, pausing only to gasp for breath or to shudder involuntarily in orgasm. At last, Officer Amy lay panting and staring up at the fluorescent lights, the coach having finally dismounted her face.

“Oh fuck….oh fuck… that was so…. Oh fuck…God I wish I didn’t have to keep doing my investigation…” she said.

“Yeah, well, I gotsta get to class or the mean ol’ truant officer gonna have my ass,” her lover said, getting up. “Oh wait… <giggle>”

The coach was on her feet and getting dressed. Officer Amy blinked, her vision still blurry. Why was she putting on a cheerleader uniform? Why was she putting her hair up in pigtails that formed big, puffy balls of hair on either side of her head.

Officer Amy sat up in shock. She hadn’t been 69ing Coach Hardbody at all! This was Bethany “BoomBoom” Badonkadonk from the Cheerleading Squad! She had just had sex with her second student of the day!

“Where did Coach Hardbody go?” Officer Amy demanded, then realizing her authority was a bit compromised sitting naked and oily on the ground with her face smeared with pussy juice. She grabbed a towel and wiped herself off hurriedly as the black cheerleader explained the coach had probably gone for a run, as she often did.

“Coach Hardbody always be runnin’ around sayin’ ‘hey, see how my tatas be all bouncin’ an’ shiz?’ She a horny ol’ bitch that one,” BoomBoom opined.

“I…you should be more respectful of the teachers,” Officer Amy chided as she squeezed herself back into her uniform.

“Oh, I respect her ass!” BoomBoom said. “Not as much as you respect mine, though, hey Officer Amy?”

She twisted at the waist and lifted her short skirt so that the truant officer had a good view of her butt.

“I…” Amy stammered, unable to look away from the decidedly lovely buttock, “I shouldn’t…”

“You know you like, um! You know you like, um!” BoomBoom said, swaying her ass in what was her signature move on the Cheerleading squad. “You know you really, really want some more of it, yeah!”

Officer Amy blushed, unable to tear her eyes away from BoomBoom Badonkadonk’s Badonkadonk.

“Don’t you be teasing Officer Amy, BoomBoom!” Derek exclaimed, slapping the cheerleader’s ass. “She’s doing an important investigation for our school!”

Officer Amy gasped, having forgotten Derek was even there. But then she beamed with pride. He believed in her! Even after all that had gone south with the investigation, her deputy has faith in her! She smiled her gratitude. She just had to find a way to thank him when all of this was over.

“What kind of investigatin?” BoomBoom asked.

“Drugs!” Officer Amy exclaimed, finding her sense of outrage again. “This school has a drug problem! You know anything about that BoomBoom?”

“Why you aksin’ me? Only black girl at this school and you come bein’ all accusatory!” BoomBoom objected. “You damn cops always hustlin me.”

“I’m asking everyone!” Officer Amy objected.

“Oh yeah, sure!” BoomBoom said. “I bet! I bet first thing you did was rush on down to the library to ask that Miss Stacked! Cops always start with the red-headed librarians when some crime bein’ committed! You just come to the black girl once you checked on the gingers, right?”

“I…I…” Officer Amy stammered.

“We were just on our way there!” Derek swept in. “The gym was just on the way to the library so we checked in on the Coach. We didn’t even know you would be here, BoomBoom. You’re supposed to be in Miss Wigglebottom’s class right now!”

Derek had rescued her once again!

“That’s right!” Officer Amy said, sticking out her chest to restore her authority, “You’re TRUANT! And I’m a Truant Officer! You’re coming with me to the principal’s office!”

“What! Oh hell no!” BoomBoom said.

“Watch your mouth, young lady!” Officer Amy said. “You’re going to the principal’s office!”

“After we finish the drug investigation,” Derek reminded helpfully.

“Yes, after the drug investigation,” she said. “For right now, make yourself useful and put Coach Hardbody’s muscle relaxants in a bag. I’m still not convinced someone might be abusing them.”

The cheerleader grumbled but did as she was told. Officer Amy was regaining her authority! She was regaining the respect of the students! She had this well in hand, she was sure!

Until she found Raquel and Diana, sprawled in the hallway, barely conscious, the liquor bottle and nitrous tank discarded and empty.

Just because it has low calories doesn’t meant it isn’t going to get you fucked up