Steph's Crossfire Blowjob

Steph's crossfire blowjob

Cheerleader Lindsay confirms she is the locator.

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Welcome, readers. This stand-alone story is also part eight in the Cheerleader Lindsay series. Here is a quick recap.

Cheerleader Lindsay's wild sexual adventures began with a bet between players on rival football teams. From paying off her debt in an abandoned warehouse to encountering several police officers at an abandoned toy car factory, Lindsay's escapades kick off with a bang.

Returning to Baylor Tech, she partakes in an untamed visit to the Astronomy Observatory with two students who had witnessed her and star running back boyfriend, Jake, fighting.

Threatened with expulsion when the wager is discovered, Lindsay agrees to scout future opponents for Baylor Tech's football team. During her interrogation, she dupes the chief of police into thinking she is an undercover agent. Now searching for football playbooks and drug activity, her first trip is to Louisiana.

Lindsay has an unrestrained night of lust on her own in New Orleans before she is joined by her friend, cheerleader Steph. The second night in the Big Easy, they spend at a mysterious manor hidden in the industrial part of town.

Hours after having a wild time with football players and gangsters, Lindsay and Steph prepare to leave the manor when five Series 314 Cadillacs from 1926 arrive. The Tradition of the Minders has come for a visit. Steph returns to the manor, while Lindsay participates in a loyalty ritual.

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Ray knocked on the bedroom door and then entered. Steph tried to hide her nude form in the coat that she was resting on. She let out a slight shriek of surprise. "Sorry, we weren't ready for you to come in."

"Eskize m. Ou bel. Pa pe. (Excuse me. You are beautiful. Don't be shy)." Ray's voice, while commanding, had a very soothing tone.

Jacques stood by Steph's side. He shifted nervously, fearing they weren't showing the wisest of the Minders the utmost respect. "We are just being silly. This is your house after all. It is by your grace that we are enjoying ourselves up here."

Ray paused to take a closer look at Steph's striking features. Her blonde hair, cute face, supple breasts, and tanned skin. "Mon cher, we heard you downstairs."

Steph blushed. As she twisted in an attempt to further cover herself with her jacket, Jacques pulled her in front of himself. "Let's not shy away. We don't want to offend anyone."

"Oh, silly me," Steph offered as Ray stepped closer to her. "I didn't mean any offense. I was just feeling embarrassed, that's all."

"You are exquisite. I can see why the young man here has taken a shine to you, cher," Ray replied. He was now studying the curve of Steph's nose and admiring the shadow the light cast from it onto her pouty lips. "Bouch rouj. Lagniappe (Red lips. That's extra special)."

"Thank you, Sir. You are too kind." Steph felt awed by Ray's mystic presence. She did her best to relax.

"That's better," Ray remarked as he saw Steph staring back at him, visibly calming. "It would be a shame for you to give off the impression you were up to some mischief or that you were hiding something." Ray looked at them both in their eyes as he carefully mouthed hiding.

"We have nothing to hide," Jacques said. "I can speak for both of us."

A look of intrigue swept Ray's face. "Really?"

Steph nodded. "I am a bit of a spark, but it pleases me to submit to his control." She winked at Jacques.

"That is very convenient," Ray said, smiling and winking, first at Steph and then at Jacques.

Jacques quickly picked up the vibe but wondered about the timing. "Are we needed downstairs?"

"Eventually, but no rush. My ears were telling me you enjoyed the shot downstairs. I came to confirm." Ray flashed his teeth. "That magnolia flower in your hair is a nice touch."

"Oh, thank you." Steph still felt dizzy from the mystery shot. "That drink was a treat, whatever it was."

"The libation was a token of my appreciation. A tool, in a sense, to help determine your willingness to help us." Ray nodded toward Jacques. "Demonstrate your control."

Jacques rubbed Steph's temples. "Let's show the wisest of the Minders our respect. You were saying you hold the masters of the house in high esteem, didn't you?"

Steph nodded as she let Jacques pull her coat open. "I did." Steph couldn't deny the power of the shot she had downstairs. Not only was she still feeling it, but if anything, the dizzying effect was becoming stronger. Her state of arousal matched her giddiness.

"You have been very welcoming to us," Jacques declared. He was slowly pushing Steph onto her knees as he continued to rub her temples.

"That feels amazing," Steph mumbled. She opened her eyes wider as her knees touched the floor. She couldn't help noticing the pair of bulges that were very prominent and very close to her.

"Pleasure our host," Jacques commanded. He only had to motion Steph with his eyes. Quickly, she was stroking each of their cocks through their dress pants. The men let out a hum of satisfaction.

"That's it. Let's see that flower moving in the light." Ray was enjoying the sensation of Steph's nails and breath dancing along the cotton covering his snake.

Steph nodded at both of them and unzipped their pants. "Wow, impressive." While Jacques was a thick eight inches, Ray was thinner, but his rod was almost ten inches.

Jacques forced her head down as she struggled to get Ray down her throat. After going back and forth between them six times, she finally got in the right position to take all of him. Steph's nose touched Ray's waist as he moaned. "Damn fine cocksucker."

"True," Jacques said, admiring Steph as he reached down to slap her ass.

Steph started playing with their balls as they picked up the intensity of the throat fucking session. Feeling their legs tensing up, Steph pulled her head back. "Come on, give me that fucking cum."

As if on cue, each man felt his cock responding. Spellbound and hypnotized, their man muscles twitched, setting in motion a crossfire eruption. Cum shot out at Steph from both sides of her face. She felt the sticky goo pelting her skin. The musty smell was intoxicating.

Ray handed Jacques a small vibrator. "Wow. Fuck, that's fucking strong," Steph cried out.

Cum continued to slowly ooze out their cocks as Steph did her best to lick and suck them clean. Jacques leaned in and began squeezing Steph's nipples.

"Shit, fuck. You're going to make me cum," Steph moaned. "You're going to make me fucking cum."

"Cum for us," Jacques demanded.

"Cum. Ou telman sexy (you are so sexy)," Ray said, encouraging Steph.

"Fuck, I am cummmming," Steph wailed. She was overwhelmed by the drink, the control of both men, the fast-whirling vibrator, the allure of Ray's French Creole accent, and the arousing sensation that this was her way of getting out of trouble.

Jacques held Steph tight as her body was rocked by a powerful wave of orgasms. She managed to eventually turn off the vibrator in his hand. Catching her breath, she stood and kissed both of them. Steph remained nude during the deep, passionate kisses.

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"Ap pran plezi? (Having fun?)" Lindsay asked as she watched a disheveled Steph enter the room with Ray and Jacques.

"Yes, and you?" Steph answered as Ray held out a chair for her. Steph's feeling of embarrassment quickly evaporated as Lindsay looked far more worn out than she felt.

"I was worried. We came in, and I didn't see you," Lindsay managed to spit out while playfully trying to adjust Draymon's powerful groping hands.

"I would send you two upstairs, but save it for later. We have pressing matters," Dovena said while taking drags off her long opera cigarette holder.

The men, Ray, Miles, Phil, Jacques, Derek, Walter, and, Draymon, and the women, Dovena, Glindina, and Hailisoo, all stepped away from the table. Lindsay and Steph stared at each other.

"What the hell's going on?" Lindsay asked. She looked at Steph in earnest for some answers.

"Hey, I was hoping you would tell me." Steph was baffled. Lindsay looked genuinely confused, but the others seemed awfully excited about her friend's usefulness. Steph knew enough about the Minders to know if they were jazzed about a person that was truly lagniappe (extra special).

Dovena, Glindina, and Hailisoo came back to the table and sat down. Hailisoo directed the men to go outside. Dovena started speaking in riddles. Lindsay couldn't make sense of them. Steph nodded her head.

"What?" Lindsay asked. It was clear Steph was becoming animated by the message Dovena was conveying.

"Don't you get it? They think you are the locator," Steph answered gleefully.

The three older ladies in their flapper garb did their best to hush Steph. They blew smoke and spoke in more riddles. They began arguing amongst themselves. They agreed Lindsay had passed the loyalty ritual outside.

Steph flashed Lindsay an approving look and a thumbs up upon hearing her friend was successful.

Miles and Phil entered the room. Phil was holding a large box by a handle. The box was two feet long and a foot wide. An orange cloth with red stripes around its edges was draped over the box.

"Philadelphia, you found one?" Glindina asked in a surprised tone.

"In the light of the full moon, we found two. They are quite hungry," Phil answered. He slid a silver revolver toward Hailisoo. "You're the best shot. Mile pull the cord."

Mile pulled a cord that sat alongside the box. A click sound pierced the silence. Both went back outside.

Hailisoo held the revolver while Dovena pulled out a deck of cards. Glindina went over the rules in a stern voice while Dovena dealt them each three cards.

Lindsay couldn't take her eyes off the box. She was so tempted to lift the cloth off. Steph shot her a look that said, "Don't even think about it."

"Pay attention to the game," Dovena said as Glindina kicked Lindsay's leg.

"Ouch, okay. Okay, I will play," Lindsay responded. She took her eyes off the box as she rubbed her leg. "I have three aces. I guess I win."

Everyone looked stunned and horrified. Lindsay thought they were amazed she had won. "Steph, your turn to deal," Lindsay said.

As Lindsay turned toward Steph, she saw two Northern Cottonmouth snakes slithering toward her friend. These water moccasins had Steph frozen with fear. The triangular heads of snakes stood a couple inches up off the table. They had dark stripes through their eyes. Their two-foot-long bodies were composed of distinct crossbands that ended in yellow-tipped tails.

"Don't frighten them," Lindsay whispered with a harmonic hum. The snakes turned and showed Lindsay the whites of their open mouths.

Dovena, Glindina, and Hailisoo sat transfixed watching Lindsay's every move.

"Mete zam la a kote (Put the gun away)," Lindsay commanded. She wondered how she was able to say that in French Creole.

"Mon cher, it is a safety issue," Hailisoo responded. "Besides, I don't think they are aware of the revolver." The snakes began to twitch their yellow tails.

"Pa fè sa ki sòt. Tanpri (Don't be a fool. Please)," Lindsay declared forcefully. She felt very protective towards the water moccasins. Safeguarding them took priority away from pondering her suddenly expanding linguistic abilities.

Lindsay couldn't read Hailisoo's look of shock. The others appeared to be tentatively admiring the scene with a sense of awe. Steph appeared ready to faint.

The snakes started to slither towards Hailisoo. As Hailisoo began to back up, pointing her revolver at the snakes, Lindsay let out a booming set of words.

Lindsay had no idea what she was saying. She grabbed both snakes by the back of their necks. The water moccasins curled their bodies in a corkscrew motion around her arms.

Steph managed to tilt the box on end. Lindsay dropped the snakes into the box and snapped the door shut behind them. "They're just babies," Lindsay declared as she straightened the cloth so it fully covered their cage.

Hailisoo put the gun on the table. Everyone else mumbled and praised Lindsay.

"Mon cher, mon cher (my dear, my dear)," Dovena announced with great emotion and enthusiasm. "We have found you, at long last. You are the locator."

Hailisoo and Glendina agreed.

"The locator?" Lindsay asked. She looked at the three ladies. Is this a flapper roleplay that has gotten well out of hand, she wondered? She expected Steph to be equally confused.

Steph took a deep breath. "Lindsay, this is real. They are not bullshitting you. Work with me here. You know what's going on, don't you?"

"Not really, I mean, I don't know. I learned a few things from my grandmother. She was part Choctaw. I guess I learned more French Creole than I realized." Lindsay felt her senses heightening. She was able to cycle through her memories with greater clarity than she could ever remember doing previously.

"Mon cher, breathe," Dovena directed her.

Lindsay took a deep breath and tried to relax while her mind continued to race.

"What else?" Steph asked, desperately probing. This caused a mixed reaction amongst the three ladies. Hailisoo and Glindina thought Lindsay needed a break, but Dovena silenced their objections.

"I don't know. I see in my dreams. I try not to pay attention to them." Lindsay shifted her attention to the water moccasins. "These little ones need to eat and rest." She began to hum to them.

"Mon cher," Glindina began softly. "What would you like us to do with them?"

"I think they're poisonous, aren't they?" Steph asked while Lindsay was deep in thought. Steph shifted nervously in her chair.

"Well, I don't know why you brought them in here, but don't shoot them with your shiny revolver," Lindsay said while lightly tapping on the cloth covering the cage. "These little ones have venom that is fatal for us."

"Mon cher, where did you learn to handle water moccasins?" Hailisoo asked.

Lindsay answered, in a casual manner, "In my dreams."

Dovena had Steph go outside and fetch Miles and Phil. Turning their attention to Lindsay, the three women conveyed there was much to discuss. Glindina asked, "Do you wish for your friend to hear everything?"

Lindsay laughed. "I don't know what you are going to tell me, but of course I trust her-I brought her with me after all."

Dovena touched Glinda's wrist with her free hand. "Silly question," she said, blowing smoke rings across the table.

Miles and Phil returned with Steph following behind. The gentlemen's faces were glowing brightly with excitement.

Dovena addressed them before they could speak. "Philadelphia, feed and milk them."

"Milk them?" Lindsay asked, anger creeping into her tone. She became frustrated, thinking of the treatment of the snakes.

"Don't worry, mon cher, they will be released soon; we won't hurt them," Dovena answered. She covered Lindsay's concern while dodging the question.

The men removed the cage.

Dovena, with help from Hailisoo and Glindina, explained they needed Lindsay's help. They told her how the Tradition of the Minders only had power in New Orleans.

"Over three hundred years ago, members from seventeen tribes in Africa were the first to be taken as slaves aboard the Aurore and Duc du Maine," Dovena outlined carefully.

"Alliances were formed between the slaves and Native American tribes, notably the Chitimacha and the Choctaw. Many factors split the pact apart. We need your assistance. You are the locator who will help us find our lost brothers and sisters."

"Now is the time," Hailisoo said, bringing her hands together. "Venom from the water moccasins is used to create the powder you have in your bag."

"This is all very interesting, but how can I help you?" Lindsay blurted out in frustration.

"Mon cher, be honest with us; we know you were sent here on a mission." Dovena revealed cautiously.

"Alright, I've seen you in my dreams. I trust you. I reckon those who sent me are as good at keeping secrets as you are." Lindsay looked at Steph and took a deep breath. "Fuck it, I was sent to spy on the football team and to be on the lookout for the powder."

"Oh my God," Steph gasped in shock. She couldn't believe what Lindsay was saying.

The ladies dressed as flappers spelled out to Lindsay the need for secrecy, the danger of those who might try to fake her out, and the urgency of the moment. They explained the oral history of their sect and expounded upon a time in the future when the powder would be produced and distributed as a way of finding each other in the future. Thirty-six full moons had passed, meaning now was the time to produce the powder.

"Your mission is to locate the sources of powder, not for the police but for us." Dovena had finally spelled out Lindsay's quest.

Lindsay agreed. She would do her best to distract the police.

Glindina cleared her throat. "Steph, bring the men in."

Ray, Miles, Phil, Jacques, Derek, Walter, and Draymon walked in with Steph.

"We have discussed everything. However, there is a small matter regarding the football team," Dovena said once everyone was settled in their seats around the table.

Lindsay shook her head, wondering why she revealed she had taken photos of the playbook. "I've already sent images of the playbook back to Baylor Tech."

"Don't panic," Dovena urged. "This can be resolved. What do you think, Ray?"

"Indeed," Ray answered. "We'll hint a bit to the coaching staff that there may have been a compromise of information. That will restore fairness."

"Don't mention me in this," Walter said angrily. "People will have seen Steve and me hanging out with her at the Blue Hornet Pub. When they see her dancing around and cheerleading while we are getting trounced by Baylor Tech, they'll figure it out, and we will get tossed off the team like Derek."

"I hope you are not as loose with the powder as you seem to be with your playbook," Dovena observed. With her hands, she motioned for Derek to sit back down.

Ray wrapped his knuckles on the table. "I'll arrange a way to keep this from getting out of hand." The wisest of the Minders grew a devilish smile.

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