Double Life – Chapter 4
It was late at night in Beverly Hills. It would’ve been completely dark if it wasn’t for the moon light which made everything a seemingly blue tint. The light reflected off of Mandy’s purple eyes as she stood next to the spies’ home. Her left hand was full of pebbles she managed to procure someplace. She took one in her right hand tossed it over her head up in the direction of a particular window on the second story. It bounced off with a light crack.
“Spshhh.. Sammykins. Wake up.” She said trying to whisper, but her naturally whiney voice was still quite loud.
Sam was lulled out of her sleep by the periodic taps at her window. She groggily opened her eyes and pulled the covers off her slim, athletic body. She walked over to the window, pushed up the sill, and looked down. Mandy’s face looked up excitedly to greet her.
“Mandy, it’s a school night. Are you crazy??”
“Maybe I am. Put on something and get down here.”
“Oh, all right. Give me a minute.” She didn’t know why she was even listening to her. She closed the curtains over the window and unbuttoned her teal night shirt from top to bottom. She let it slide off her arms and body, and it fell to her feet. She then went and opened her closet to find something to wear. She yanked a small, olive dress with spaghetti straps off one of her hangers. She slipped it over her head and pulled it down over her chest and thighs. She proceeded to try and make herself somewhat presentable. After she was ready, she sneaked quietly down the hallway past Clover and Alex’s doors careful not make a sound. Alex’s was slightly ajar. She peaked in. Alex was out like a light and snoring loudly but somehow managed to pull off sounding cute at same time. Sam continued moving down the hall way stealthily and then down the stairs.
Alex suddenly shot up in bed. “Fat Free FroYo.” She got up and trudged her way towards the kitchen for a late night snack.
Sam finally made her way on the lawn to where Mandy was waiting for her.
“What do you want Mandy?” Sam sounded agitated. She looked it too.
“I want to take you some where.”
“Why? Wouldn’t you rather go with Chad?” She spouted off.
Mandy was somewhat befuddled. “Why would I want to go anywhere with that idiot?”
“I saw you today. You were all over him.”
“Oh.” Mandy suddenly looked ashamed. She looked down and was quiet for a minute while she thought of a way to explain it to her. “Sam,…… Sometimes I have to do things.. If I didn’t people might start to suspect, you know. If they knew what I was at Bev High, I wouldn’t last a minute. How else would I be popular?” Mandy stopped and continued, “You’re the only one I really care about, I swear.”
Sam soaked in her words for a moment. There was no way it could possibly be true.
“You mean you don’t like boys?”
“Never have.”
Sam was dumb-founded. As far back as she could remember her, Mandy had spent an inordinate amount of time chasing boys. It seemed like every week her and Clover were having another epic battle over a different guy. She couldn’t even count the number of boyfriends she had at some point or another, much more than Sam had ever had. Pretty much every male at school fawned over her, and she appeared outwardly to bask in all of the attention. This had all been a lie? She was much better at acting than Sam had ever been as a spy. She didn’t even really like lying then. Having to live your whole life like that had to be a miserable existence.
“Mandy, I’m sorry. I had no idea.” She was no longer mad at her. In fact, her eyes were watering up.
“Its ok, Sammy. You don’t have to be sorry.”
“But why do you trust me? Aren’t you afraid I might give you away?”
“Of course I know I can trust you, Sam. I’ve watched you since grade-school.”
There was a silence for a while between the two. Sam broke it. “I liked the flowers.”
Mandy’s face lit up brightly. “Oh, it was nothing. Don’t mention it.”
Just then the front door was pushed open, and Alex stepped out clad in her pink pajamas. “Sammy!? Where are you??” She started walking to the side of the house where Sam and Mandy were.
Sam heard her coming, and grabbed Mandy’s wrist pulling her behind a bush that lined the house.
She whispered, “Mandy get down.” She sat down on the ground to hide herself from view.
“Sure thing,” she whispered back. Mandy straddled Sam’s thighs then leaned her body forward on top of Sam, pushing and pinning her to the ground. Sam didn’t protest. Any sudden movement might alert Alex of their presence. Some of Mandy’s black hair draped over Sam’s face. Mandy moved her face in closer so that their noses were touching.
“This good?” Sam put her hand over her mouth to quiet her. Alex was looking at Sam’s car parked on the side, but she heard a noise from the bush and went to investigate.
Sam’s hand felt around Mandy’s side until she found her purse. She dug inside until she grasped a small glass, vile of perfume. She tossed it in the air. Thanks to a combination of Softball practice and spy training, the trajectory of the throw was perfect so that it sailed over the top of the house and landed near the front of their drive-way. Alex heard the sound of breaking glass and turned around in the other direction to go check it out.
Sam knew she had to move fast and silently or Alex would notice them. Reacting more or less on her spy instincts, Sam scooped up Mandy in both her arms and started sprinting stealthily to the back of their home. Mandy wrapped her hands around Sam’s neck to hold on. She speedily, zigzagged around the pool and jacuzzi, and then hurdled over the line of bushes that separated their yard from Mandy’s. She kept running until she was at Mandy’s backdoor. She opened it, carried Mandy inside, and shut it behind her.
“That was close,” Sam said after finally coming out her fight or flight mode activated by the fear of getting caught. She then looked down at Mandy who stared back up at her from her arms looking completely flushed. Sam forgot she was even carrying her. “Oh, sorry about that.”
“I’m not,” Mandy replied as Sam let her down.
“Owwww.” Sam gripped her side. She was still reeling from the beating she took earlier that night.
“Oh, Sam, are you hurt??” Mandy asked very concerned.
“No, I… um, just got hit with the ball today during soccer practice, that’s all.”
“Awwww, poor Sammy. Do you want me to help make it feel better?”
“Um, no thanks Mandy.” She laughed nervously. “It’s not that bad, really.”
“Well, ok. I just hope you’re not too sore for what we’re going to be doing tonight.” Sam’s face became even redder. What did she mean by that?
“Sammykins, follow me.” Mandy gripped her hand and guided her though the hallways of the house until they reached her expansive bedroom.
“Here sit down, make yourself comfy.” Sam sat down on her lacey bed nervously. “I’ll be back in a sec.” Mandy pressed her finger against Sam’s nose and winked at her seductively. She then went inside her walk in closet and closed the door.
Sam gulped.
A little while later, Mandy reopened the door. To Sam’s relief she was as fully dressed as she was before. Mandy was also holding some items: a trench-coat, an over-sized hat, and a pair of sunglasses. She handed them to Sam.
“Here put these on.”
“What?”
“It’s so I can sneak you out of the neighborhood without anyone recognizing you, silly.” Sam felt a bit stupid for not realizing, and put them on.
She stood up and modeled them for Mandy, “How do I look?”
“Um, you look great, Sam.” She looked ridiculous.
Meanwhile down the street at the spies’ home, Alex pulled a half-awake Clover, in her blue nightie, by her arm through the front door and to the drive-way.
“And then I heard glass shattering. I think its perfume. Sam must’ve dropped it from the flying saucer as the aliens took her away.”
Clover walked over to the scene of the shattered perfume bottle careful not to step on the broken glass with her bare feet. She sniffed the air. “No doubt about it, that’s Foetor by Fernando.”
“Isn’t that the kind you’ve been wearing?”
“Yes, and I’m still the only girl wearing it at school. Sam should ask me next time if she wants to use by beauty secrets.” Clover looked at the ground sadly, “And she wasted a whole bottle too.” Alex knew she was lying. Mandy was actually the first girl at school to wear Foetor. Clover just copied her.
“Well, let’s call Jerry. We need to save her from the Aliens.” Alex took out her X-Powder. Before she could open it Clover grabbed her wrist and put her other hand on her shoulder.
“I don’t think she was abducted by aliens, Alex,” she told her calmly. “She probably just dropped the perfume when she was sneaking out with that new, mysterious boyfriend of her. He must be pretty hot stuff if she doesn’t want us to know about him.” Alex conceded that was the more logical explanation, but she was still concerned. This was the first time Sam had not told her about a new boyfriend. “Come on, lets go back to sleep, ok?”
“Ok. Good night, Clover.” She went back through the door. Clover was about to follow her when she noticed lights from behind. She turned around and saw Mandy pulling her black, convertible Porsche Carrera GT out of her garage. Mandy looked over in her direction and noticed Clover at the front door.
“Get down,” Mandy whispered as she took her hand and forced Sam to duck down at the waist. As she pulled out of the drive way, she gave Clover a nasty look.
“I hope you drive that Porsche off a cliff ya bitch!” she yelled.
Mandy responded by simply raising a middle finger in the air as she peeled by.
“Did anyone see me?” Sam said still hunched over.
“No you’re good. You can take off that junk now.” Sam sat back up and took off the trench coat and glasses. She took off the hat and let her red hair run in the night air as they flew out of Beverly Hills.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret.”
They stopped at a light. “So where did you guys go all day?”
“Um… We were at the mall.”
“Really? I was there today and I didn’t see you.”
“We must’ve just missed each other.” Sam felt real guilty. Mandy had told her everything, and she was still lying to her.
The light turned green, and they drove for some time through the streets of L.A. They ended up in a part of town Sam wasn’t familiar with. Finally, Mandy parked her car in an open lot.
“We’re here,” Mandy told her excitedly.
They both got out of the car. Mandy started walking in the direction of a building and Sam followed beside her. Sam looked up and read the pink, neon sign. It said, “Double Flower.” The words were followed by the neon image of two flower blooms facing each other. Their stems were bent into the shape of a heart. They passed through the door into a small enclosed room with a woman sitting behind a table. Mandy pulled her Master Platinum card out of her purse and paid for both of their entrance fees, and they passed through to the main part of the building. Sam looked around. It looked like any other dance club she had been to. It was dimly lit except for some colored lights, there was music playing loudly, and there was a crowd of people huddled on the dance floor. But after inspecting it a little closer, she noticed there weren’t any guys to be seen, only girls.
“Hey, Mandy what’s up?!” a voice shouted from across the room. A girl with short, red hair wearing black leather approached them. It was Beverly Hills High’s resident, biker bad-girl, Donna Ramone.
“Hi Donna,” Mandy greeted her. Donna did a double take when she saw who her companion was.
“Sam,” she said surprised, “I didn’t know.”
“Well, no one else does either, if you catch my drift,” Mandy told her.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” A grin then formed on Donna’s face, “So Sam, you wanna dance?”
Before she could answer, Mandy butted in, “Hey Donna back off!!” she yelled with her voice getting even higher and whinier sounding than usual, shaking a clenched fist in the air. “That is unless you want a free face-lift! She’s my girl-friend!!”
“My bad, my bad,” she said with two, open hands raised in front of her. “You two kids have fun now.” Donna left them to go find other pursuits.
“So I’m your girl-friend now, huh?”
“Well, we kissed and you carried me. What else would you be?” A mischievous look formed on Mandy’s face. “You’re not using the Clover-scale are you?”
“Um, no. Of course not.”
“Well, come on then. Let’s dance.” Mandy gripped her hand again and lead her to the dance floor. They danced. Sam was surprised at how good Mandy was. Sam liked the music and atmosphere, but above all she liked the close, personal attention from Mandy. Her body was in pain from the damage she sustained during the mission, but she some how was able to ignore it and enjoy herself.
After some hours they were back in Mandy’s house.
“I had a great time Mandy.” Sam told her.
“Well that means we can do this again some time.”
“I’d really like that,” she said truthfully. “But I should go back home now. I need to get a little bit of sleep before school.” Sam smiled at her. “Good night, Mandy.” She left out the back door, but Mandy pursued her and grabbed her arm.
“Wait, don’t I get to say good-bye first?” Sam knew what she meant. Honestly, she had been waiting for it all evening.
“Sure you can.”
Mandy smiled as she put her hands around Sam’s waist and pulled her close. She tilted her head a bit and moved in towards Sam. Sam moved in too meeting her half way, and their lips sunk into each other.
Meanwhile, in some undisclosed, darkened room, Sebastian viewed a monitor with his one eye that wasn’t draped over with silver hair. He pressed a remote and the image zoomed in on Mandy’s back porch.
“Interesting,” he said upon viewing the two girls locking lips. He pressed another button that switched on a communication link. “We’ve had a change of plans.”
Finally, after lasting quite a long time, the kiss ended as Sam pulled her lips out of Mandy’s.
Sam then stared lovingly into Mandy’s eyes. “Sweet dreams, Mandy.” She left.
Mandy went back inside her house and walked through its twisting halls until she was back in her room. Mandy wished Sam would’ve stayed, but for once in a very, long time she didn’t feel so empty inside. She slid one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder. But she noticed two shadows on the ground emanating from behind her, and she slid it back up. She calmly walked over to her dresser and clenched a fist around her hand mirror.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” She shrieked as she ran at the man on the left holding the mirror in the air. He was caught off guard and it smashed across his face. Jerrell fell to his knees and put his hands over his bleeding face. Mandy then tried to make a run for it.
“No you don’t,” the taller Steve said. He clutched her arms and lifted her off the ground. She started wiggling around violently to break free, but he was too strong.
“Let me GO!!!” Mandy put her right knee up in the air and then kicked back as hard as she could. Her foot jabbed into his testicles hard. He dropped to the ground, moaning in pain. Mandy then sprinted down the hall way to escape. Unfortunately, Jerrell picked himself up off the ground and caught up with her, tackling her to the ground from behind. He pinned her to floor as she continued to scream and shake around violently to break free.
“Damn’t, Steve! Use the rag!!” He screamed at his partner as blood ran down his face.
Steve wobbled over to them clutching his privates. He pulled a white rag out of his pocket and pressed it against Mandy’s nose and mouth. Mandy tried to hold her breath as long as possible, but eventually she had to breathe in, and she inhaled the chloroform. Every thing around her faded into darkness.
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“These ropes are too tight, LOOSEN THEM!!” Mandy screeched in the most high-pitched, annoying voice possible. She was tied to a chair in the middle of a white room, located where she didn’t know. “I’m thirsty. Get me something to drink!! NOW!!!” Steve and Jerrell just sat on the couch in the room hopelessly with their hands over their ears. She had been going on like this for almost an hour. “I’m one of the richest girls in Beverly Hills!! You can’t treat me LIKE THIS!!!”
Finally, the door opened and Sebastian walked into the room.
“Can we kill her now, pleaaase??” Jerrell pleaded. He now had several bandages over his face and fore-head.
“Not yet, I need her to finish my opera.”
“Who is this chick, anyways?” Steve asked.
“She’s the red-head’s lover.”
Sebastian’s two cohorts suddenly looked at her with more interest. “That’s hot dude!” Steve then clutched his privates again in pain.
“What did you do to Sammy???!!! If you touch one hair on her head, I swear to god, I’ll RIP YOU LUNGS OUT!!!”
Sebastian walked up to the chair and smacked her hard across the face with his metal claw.
“I haven’t done anything to her… Yet.”
“Nice claw. How’d you loose your hand? Jacking off too much??” She said as she spit blood on his shirt viscously.
“Please shut her up, before I change my mind.”
Steve took off the bandana he was wearing on his head, wrapped it around her mouth, and knotted it tight behind her neck. Mandy continued to try to talk back, but now all she could do was mumble sounds. After several minutes of doing that, she looked down at the ground in defeat. Everything had been going so well just before this happened, but now she was just really worried about Sam.
To Be Continued
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