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Red Robins Don't Fly: The Secret Files
By The Evil Fairy
Part Two
The next couple of days were pretty miserable for me. First there was the problem of actually finding the Red Robins’ vault, which was way more difficult and frustrating than I thought it was going to be. Honestly, compared with all the other problems I had to deal with, that seemed like the easy part. At first. Hours of pointless searching later I knew my first impression was very mistaken.
And as aggravating as all that was, it still couldn’t distract me from the bigger issue of what I was going to do when I found the stupid vault. What could I do? I was trying to figure that out when Fillmore caught me outside waiting for the bus. “Ingrid,” he told me, “I know the feeling you can get from running with a crew. But, it’s not real. I mean, you and me? We’re friends. This isn’t about the badge.”
I wanted to tell him everything, but I just couldn’t. He was right about us being friends, but I wasn’t ready for anyone else to know about Malika and me. And he was wrong about that much…what I was feeling was all too real. I couldn’t have cared less about the Robins, but there was just no way I could bring myself to betray Malika. And the Robins were everything to her. So where did that leave me?
I didn’t know. I didn’t when I found the clue that Malika, unknowingly or not, left in the video. I didn’t even know when I went to the abandoned A/V club’s room and found the vault. I called the Safety Patrol, more out of a reflex than anything else, but I quickly hung up. Finally, I just decided to go home and think. And that’s where I found the gift Fillmore had left for me. Our new walkie-talkies, the ones he tricked Vallejo into approving. Another way to remind me who my real friends were.
He didn’t understand about Malika and me, of course. All he was trying to do was save me from the Red Robins. He was trying to show me something that I had already figured out for myself, that the camaraderie of the Robins and their underhanded methods were a cheap, easy substitute for real friendship.
And as I looked down at the new walkie-talkie it hit me. Maybe I’d figured all that out, but Malika hadn’t. I thought about the A/V club label on her camcorder, the way she subtly distanced herself from everyone, including the other Red Robins. Malika had long ago fallen into the exact trap that Fillmore was trying to pull me out of. Suddenly, I knew what to do. I couldn’t betray Malika, but I could save her.
If she let me.
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I went to her house right away. Wednesday was the only weekday the Robins didn’t meet, so I knew she’d be there. Because without the Robins, she had nowhere to go. I needed to make sure she knew this was about me and her, and not the gang, so I wore my usual black dress instead of my Robin uniform. But I wasn’t surprised when she answered the door in hers, minus the sash.
“Ingrid!” she exclaimed when she saw me. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” An excited grin appeared on her face. “Did you find the vault?”
“That’s…not what I came to talk about,” I said softly. “But I do need to talk to you.”
The smile vanished from Malika’s face as she heard the somber tone of my voice. “Sure,” she replied. “Let’s go to my room.”
Malika’s room was just as I thought it would be. It was simple, organized, and completely consumed by the Red Robins. Pictures of her and the troop were on the walls, and the awards she had won, both legitimately and otherwise, were on the shelves. Her sheets were robin’s egg blue and her pillowcases were red. After I stepped inside she closed the door behind me.
“Ingrid…if you’re having second thoughts about us,” she began, hurt clearly showing on her face already.
“No!” I quickly said, shaking my head. “No, that’s not it at all. I still want you to be my girlfriend, more than anything.” I turned away from her, hugging my arms to my chest. “But you might not want to be mine once you hear what I have to say.”
I felt her hands on my shoulders, and I turned my head to see her smiling at me. “Remember what you told me? There’s nothing you can say that will make me want to stop being your girlfriend.”
I felt myself smiling back a little, and I took a few steps towards her bed, looking out the window. “I like you Malika. You’re intelligent, and funny, and beautiful. Ever since I met you I feel like…like you’re a part of me that I’ve been missing up till now. All of that’s true. But almost everything else I’ve told you is a lie.” I turned to face her. “I’m in the Safety Patrol.”
Malika’s face was an unreadable mask. “You are,” she said flatly.
“I am.”
“And you’re not telling me this because you’re going to quit and join us for real. Like I did.” I must have looked surprised, because Malika smiled. “What, Vallejo didn’t tell you? I was his partner. I was supposed to go undercover and bring the Red Robins down. I changed my mind.”
“No, he didn’t tell me that,” I murmured. I was surprised, but it didn’t change what I had to do.
“Ingrid,” the mask was dropping, and I could see that Malika was as uncertain and afraid as I was, “what are you planning to do?”
“That’s your decision,” I said, sitting on the edge of her mattress and looking up at her, studying her face. A moment later she sat next to me. I slipped my hand into hers, threading our fingers together. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it.
“You were in the A/V Club, weren’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah, I was,” Malika nodded. “How did you know?”
“I saw it on your camera. But X doesn’t have an A/V Club anymore. What happened?”
Malika looked down in her lap. “I disbanded it when I joined the Robins for good. None of the others kids were as into it as I was, so when I left it all just fell apart.”
“But you’re still into it,” I said, looking over at her desk, and the camcorder sitting on top of it. Malika nodded again. “So why quit?”
“I…I wouldn’t have had enough time to give the Robins.”
This time I nodded and took a deep breath. It was time to say what had to be said. “Malika, you shouldn’t be in the Robins.”
“Why?” Malika’s tone and posture was suddenly extremely defensive. “Because we’re breaking the rules?”
“No Malika…because the Robins are burying the real you.” I locked my eyes with hers and held them there. “Your whole life is taken up with the Red Robins. Just look at this room…just look at you! If there’s no Red Robin stuff to do, all you do is come home and stay here.”
”They’re my friends Ingrid,” Malika said intently, obviously trying to make me understand. “They’re the only real friends I’ve ever had!”
“If that’s true why don’t you ever hang out with them?”
“I hang out with them all the time!”
”Yeah, in the clubhouse, or at meetings, or on official Red Robin trips. But do you ever go to the twins’ house? Or Melba’s? Have any of them ever been here?”
“I…I…” Malika started to turn away from me.
”Please Malika, look at me.” Malika turned back, and I could see how scared and alone she was. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, and I just threw my arms around her, holding her close. She did the same, burying her face in my shoulder. She didn’t make a sound, but I thought I could feel tears leaking onto my skin.
I started talking again, keeping my voice soft and even while I ran my hand through her soft chestnut hair. “I know what it’s like to be alone, Malika, even in a group. I know what it’s like to always feel like you’re on the outside looking in. You know I know. But I don’t think it’s any different with the Robins than it was with the Safety Patrol, or the A/V Club. I think you just wanted it to be different.”
She felt so warm against me. I leaned my head down on hers as I felt her relax in my arms. “But it’s different with you and me Malika,” I said, remembering what Fillmore had told me. “It’s real. You have me, and I have you.”
I took another deep breath. “But I can’t just stand and watch while you waste yourself on the Robins. You’re an artist Malika. You can do such beautiful things with that camera if you let yourself, but you never let anyone see it. You’re just wasting all your talent being a thug. So you have a choice to make.
“If you want, I’ll just walk away. I’ll go back to the Safety Patrol and tell them that you found me out and that I never found the vault. That will be the end of it. The end of us.” I suddenly felt her arms tighten around me.
“What else?” she asked, her voice muffled against my shoulder.
“You quit the Robins. You’ll still have me, for what it’s worth. And maybe I can help you find friends who like you for you.”
And then without warning Malika was kissing me. Her lips were on mine, hot and needy, and she was leaning her weight against me, pushing me back against her bed. The unexpectedness of her action made me resist for a moment, but I quickly gave up and let her guide me down.
Once I was laying against the sheets Malika disengaged the kiss and I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me, tears standing in her eyes. “’For what it’s worth,’” she quoted in a wry little voice. “Don’t try to con a con artist, Ingrid.” With that, she let her face fall to mine and I titled my mouth up to meet it.
This time there were no mistakes, no funny little accidents. Her lips touched mine, and I gently probed at them with the tip of my tongue. I felt her open her mouth, and then I could feel her tongue touching mine. Her arms slid beneath mine and hooked together behind my neck, bringing our bodies together. I ran my tongue over her lips and sighed into her mouth. She titled her head and pressed forward, deepening the kiss to a whole new level. Her tongue invaded my mouth, twisting against mine and stroking the tips of my teeth. My hands had been clutching at her bedspread, but now they wrapped around her once again, each one grabbing a tight handful of her blue blouse. I pulled her against me, suddenly filled with an unquenchable desire to feel her.
And then her lips left mine and drifted down to my neck. My eyes flew open momentarily at the new sensation of a hot, hungry mouth sucking and licking the tender flesh. Soon, my eyes fluttered shut again and my right hand came up to cradle the back of her head, silently urging her on. My left hand, much naughtier, started to inch it’s way down Malika’s back until it was resting on her backside. Her teeth scraped my neck, and the shivering sensation that they sent through me made my hand tighten on her rear.
Malika moaned softly against my neck then started sucking even harder. My blood was pounding in my ears, and even though part of me knew that we were on dangerous ground I started running my hand across her soft, pliant bottom. I knew what I wanted, and as my hand moved it was slowly pushing her red skirt up to her waist. She never protested or made any move to stop me. Even when her skirt wasn’t a barrier any longer, and I was now sliding my hand across the sheer cotton of her panties, she just kept kissing and sucking.
Then her mouth left my neck and she slid to my side, propping her head up on one hand. Casting my eyes up and down her body, I could see the curve of her bare hip and her light blue panties. Then I felt her put two fingers under my chin and tilt my head so I was looking into her beautiful, expressive brown eyes once again. They locked me in so all I could do was return her gaze. They were filled with the same hot, hungry need that was filling me to the top, so when I felt her hand rubbing a slow circle around my stomach I wasn’t surprised.
And when that hand began tugging my dress up, I still wasn’t surprised. Soon I felt the dress bunched around my hips, and then I felt her probing the waistband of my plain white panties. I sucked in a fast breath and held it, feeling myself start to shudder with sudden expectation.
“Do me too,” she suddenly whispered, shifting so she was laying on her back next to me. We were still staring intently into each other’s eyes, and I suddenly realized that my little discovery in my bedroom a couple of days earlier was something that Malika had found out for herself.
Not daring to look away, I let my hand drift over to her waist. Her skirt was still mostly pulled up, so I finished the job, stroking the delicate skin between her belly button and her panties. As I did that, I could feel her fingers slide into my own underwear and I couldn’t hold back a soft cry as she just barely touched the top of my tingling mons.
She smiled then, and I nervously returned the expression. I felt her other hand take my wrist in a light grip and move it gently, but insistently, down between her legs. She laid my palm flat against the front of her panties, and I could feel the heat from her sex through the thin little garment. Hesitantly, I pressed the heel of my palm down and rubbed her mound gently. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, tilting her head back slightly.
The hand in my panties slipped a little lower, and then she was stroking two fingers in a v-shape over my vulva. I could feel how wet I was by how easily they slid over the smooth, soft skin there. The lust I felt building between my legs made me braver, and I started using my fingertips to explore Malika’s vagina through her panties, running them along every little contour of her labia. She was wet too, judging by how the cotton clung to her skin after I touched it.
We continued our soft, slow exploration of each other’s most intimate places for a long while. I was a little more aggressive, maybe because I was still touching her through her panties. My fingers drifted all over, stroking her mound, running across her cleft. Her own touches were much more delicate, and were just sort of dancing slowly around my sex instead of touching it directly.
I think we were both starting to feel the same way. The fluttering in my stomach was getting worse and worse, and I needed the kind of relief I had just recently learned to give myself. But even though I knew Malika was probably aching for it as much as I was, I just couldn’t be the one to take that last step.
However, I was the one who finally slid my own right hand into my panties, causing Malika’s hand to slowly slide out. A tiny, bashful smile curved the tips of Malika’s lips up as she did the same with her left. Our suddenly free hands dropped between us still slightly wet and slick with each other’s nectar. With outstretched fingers they found each other and clasped together tightly.
I started playing with myself seriously, and from the way Malika’s cheeks were turning pinker and pinker, and the way she began to squirm slightly, I could tell she was doing the same. Despite all my worries, or maybe because of them, I’d gotten in a little more practice with this, and I’d found something that really felt good. I used my ring and index finger to kind of push my lips apart, and my middle finger would stroke down the middle in a sort of circle. The little button I had found, that I had since learned was my clitoris, was still too sensitive to really touch directly, but getting close felt incredible.
Malika’s breath was becoming ragged, and I could feel its heat blowing against my face. I’m sure she could feel the same from me because my finger was moving faster and faster. My hips started gyrating in time with my finger, and I groaned softly under my breath. Instantly I felt embarrassed, and I must have blushed because Malika smiled.
“I like to hear you,” she whispered, and then suddenly let out a little moan herself.
“I like to hear you too,” I replied in a shaky voice. “And I like to watch you…you’re beautiful.” The last word came out in a long, pleasured sigh, and now it was Malika’s turn to blush.
“So are you,” she said, in a whisper so quiet it was almost like she was just mouthing the words. Then her eyes squinted shut and I saw her arch her back up, her mouth opening wide. “Ahh…ahh! Watch Ingrid…please watch me!” she groaned, her voice growing louder and louder.
”I’m watching!” I panted, licking my lips. My finger was moving so fast, sending spike after spike of pleasure through my body, and I knew I was getting close too.
“Ingrid, Ingrid!” Malika’s voice was harsh and taut, and I could see a tear trickle down the side of her face. “Ohhh…ohh…it feels…mmm…mmmm!” Malika bit down on her lip, muffling her cries of ecstasy. Then she arched her back even higher and her mouth flew open again. She sucked in two quick breaths with a quick, soft, cry, and let them out in a great, shuddering breath while falling back against the bed.
Malika was always pretty, but in the afterglow she was divine. The slight sheen of sweat and the blood rushing to her cheeks made her seem like she was glowing. She opened her eyes to look at me once again, her eyes shining as they gazed over at me expectantly.
I was so enthralled by watching my girlfriend’s climax that my own gentle touches had slowed down a little, but I quickly found my tempo again. My legs started to lift in the air, curling my body into a fetal position by bringing my knees close to my chest. As they lifted, I could feel the wetness from my sex on my thighs.
My impulse was to restrain myself, but since I knew Malika wanted to hear, I tried my best to let out every little squeak and moan my body wanted me to make. I could feel the tight little ball in my abdomen squeezing tighter and tighter, and my whole body tensed along with it, my teeth clenched, my eyes shut tight, even my toes curled as tight as they could until I felt that final glorious rush. My world went white and my middle finger pressed down hard just above my clitoris, rapidly moving side to side just a little bit.
I let out my breath, which I hadn’t even realized I had been holding, in a single explosive cry and then fell over on my side, facing Malika. I was still curled into a tight little ball, and my palm was pressed flat against my twitching, creaming mound. My eyes were still clenched shut, but before long I felt Malika’s hand on my arm. I finally relaxed and stretched out again, and as I did so I found myself being pulled into a soft embrace.
“Are you okay?” There was a gentle chuckle in Malika’s voice, but there was a note of real concern too. “That looked pretty intense.”
“I’m fine,” I whispered. I was surprised by how shaky I sounded.
“You’re crying,” Malika persisted, and I felt her touching my cheek.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, unable to think of anything else to say, and suddenly unsure of how to deal with the rush of emotion I was feeling. I still didn’t open my eyes, and instead kept resting my face against Malika’s arm. She just held me for a long, long time. I loved how warm she was, and her soft arms just seemed to fill me up with a sense of safety and comfort. The scent of her hair mingled with the smell of our arousal surrounded us, bringing back an echo of the pleasure we just shared.
Eventually, I slid my arms around her too. I tilted my head up and opened my eyes, and I saw her looking down at me with a loving smile. Our lips met again in the softest, sweetest kiss we’d shared yet.
She sighed deeply as our lips parted. “I’m gonna be in detention till I graduate.”
I chuckled and hugged her close. “Maybe. But I have some ideas that might make it a little better.”
”What about the other girls?” she asked, sounding more serious. “I don’t want them to think I turned traitor…even if I kinda did. And most of what they did was ‘cause I told them to.”
“If you take full responsibility, I can talk to Vallejo. They’ll get off a lot easier, maybe only a month or so. And I actually have an idea about them not knowing…and it might be kinda fun.” And as we snuggled together, I told her my plan.
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And the next day we put it into action. Before I went to the Robin’s clubhouse I stopped by HQ to slip Fillmore’s new walkie-talkie back into his desk, making sure he’d be where he needed to be. I confronted Malika in front of the other Robins, and she played her part perfectly. To them, I’m sure it just seemed like an undercover officer was finally making her move. Then Malika ran, and it was time to call Fillmore and put part two into action.
I was expecting Fillmore to nab Malika…I just didn’t realize she’d end up taking a dip in the school’s swimming pool in the process. Still, seeing her get out of the pool all wet and dripping, with her soaked uniform clinging to her skin was definitely worth the dirty look she gave me.
But in the end it all worked out just like we hoped. The Red Robins were disbanded, I went back to the Safety Patrol and nobody realized the two of us had staged the whole thing. Once she was caught, Malika suddenly became very cooperative, and she made it clear that she had been the one behind everything. Thanks to that, and me having a word with Vallejo, the other girls got off with just two days suspension and three weeks detention. They were all really grateful too. I think they were even a little surprised that Malika really cared that much about them. It was a start, one that made me hope we could end up being friends outside the Robins once the dust settled.
As for Malika, she felt a lot better knowing that the other Robins were getting off light, even though she really got the book thrown at her. She ended up with two weeks suspension, and while she wouldn’t be in detention quite until she graduated, it was going to be close.
And the day Malika came back to school I was having an argument with Vallejo in the Safety Patrol HQ. “Alright Third, tell me again what you wanna do.”
“It’s no big deal. Malika and I have the same study period. Instead of spending it in detention, she wants to use one of the private study rooms in the library. I’ll be right there with her the whole time. It’s not like she’s going to have any more fun in there than she’d be having in the detention hall.”
“I dunno…” Vallejo poured himself another cup of cocoa.
I leaned back against my desk with my arms crossed. “Look, you were Malika’s partner back in the day. You know that deep down she’s good. And, believe it or not, even after what I did to her she still wants to be my friend. Maybe if I keep spending time with her I can make sure she gets back on the right track.”
“Hey Vallejo,” Fillmore spoke up from the paperwork he was doing at his own desk. “I don’t think that sounds too bad. I mean, if things had been just a little different, I might be in Malika’s place right now.”
“Hey Fillmore, I didn’t know you were a Red Robin!” Anza called out, and everyone laughed. Fillmore himself even chuckled a little.
“Very funny. But you all know what I mean. I got a second chance. Maybe that’s what Malika needs right now.”
“Ahh…” Vallejo ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “Alright, fine. I’ll make it happen.” He went into his office and paused just inside. “Hey Third…tell her I said hi, okay?”
”Okay,” I nodded, smiling. After the door closed behind him I turned to Fillmore. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He turned back to his paperwork. “But…” He let the word hang out there, and I finally took the bait.
“But what?”
“Just…I think maybe you weren’t tellin’ the whole truth just now. I think maybe Malika might have a little more fun in the library than she would in detention.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. I could feel my cheeks start to tingle, and I willed myself not to blush as hard as I could.
Fillmore kept his voice quiet enough that nobody would overhear. “There were a few little things about all that that weren’t makin’ a whole lot of sense. And I think maybe I just might have figured some of it out. But even if I did, it doesn’t make any difference.” He set his pencil down and looked up at me, that smug little knowing smile on his face. “It doesn’t make any difference to me at all, Ingrid.”
I felt myself smiling back, even though I knew I was blushing now and hating myself for it. “That’s…good to know.” Suddenly the class bell rang.
“You got study period now, right?” Fillmore chuckled. “You better get moving. But be careful.” He leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow lifted slightly. “I don’t know if you know, but you had a killer hickey the day we took Malika down.”
It felt like my cheeks were just flaming, but I smirked right back at him. “Don’t worry…I’ll be really careful.” With that, I gathered my things and hurried to the library.
When I got there I went upstairs and headed to the study room Malika and I had agreed on. It was a smaller room, but it was out of the way and the door didn’t have a window on it. She was already there, perched on the small table with her ankles crossed, looking very pretty and proper in her Red Robin uniform. She wanted to keep wearing it for awhile to keep up the defiant attitude she was displaying in detention, and I couldn’t complain…she did look great in it. “Ready to study?” she said before giggling softly.
I let the door close behind me and pushed down the lock with the barest little whisper of a click. “Let’s hit the books,” I agreed, smiling slyly.
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