Chapter 76: Rest and Relaxation

Well, she was using my fingers to masturbate since I told her I hadn’t touched a girl before.

“It was all you David. You have some special gift. Girl’s fingers on a boy’s hand. Something. I have done that with boys before and never came like that,” she said when pulling away.

The time it took for her to get off was more than enough for the other girls to pee, clean up as best they could and be waiting for this girl to go back to the bus. We all slipped back in quietly.

I whispered “Blue Beer Flavored Tennis Ball” as the doors on the bus were closing.

I don’t remember going back to sleep, but I do remember waking up.

Without any warning that something was coming, there was a loud grinding noise that rose over the gently rumbling of the bus’s diesel engine and the heater blowing at full blast. It went right past us and then came back a few minutes later. That side of the bus was still packed with snow so we couldn’t see what it was. By the time I was awake enough to tell myself to not see the snow whatever made the sound was long gone. The net result was that pretty much everyone had to go pee.

While not quite a mad rush, we all were off the bus in little more than the few minutes it took everyone to get dressed. That was when we saw that it must have been a snow plow that came through here. The road wasn’t completely clear of snow and ice, but the huge snow drifts that had been there yesterday were now pushed off toward the other side of the road. Anyone with the right kind of tires should be able to drive on it now. That was really unfortunate for the girls.

About the time the boys were all doing taking a piss, a helicopter flew right over top of us. The rush of air from their rotors ripped the tarps completely away from the girl’s bathroom area. No one expected a helicopter when they made it. I am sure any of boys that had never seen a girl naked below the waist got a good look at least half of them. Some were peeing, others either pulling things down or pulling them up.

“Shows over boys, get back on the bus. Have some decency already,” one of the male chaperones yelled out.

Not long after that everyone’s phones started chiming out emails, texts, and voice messages. I got a message on the goggles saying we have a lot of people coming very soon. I needed to be ready to deal with the media too.

Within minutes there was the sound of vehicles heading this way from the direction of the resort. First to arrive was a group of police, fire trucks, and ambulances. The chaperones and teachers all rushed us back into the bus.

“Students,” one of the teachers said using the PA system on the bus. “While not having been in this exact situation before, I have been around similar ones when I was younger. A lot of people are going to be asking a lot of probing questions. School kids being trapped by a freak winter storm for days will be attracting media attention and a lot of it. This will be big news. I expect it will be picked up on all of the networks. Everyone should tell the truth about what happened, but some things are best left unsaid, especially to the media. We all want our fifteen minutes of fame. I get it. Still, some of the things we had to do to survive really don’t need to be advertised to the world. Any of you see that movie about the plane crash where the survivors had to eat the dead ones?”

One of the class clown jackasses asked, “So no telling everyone that David kept Kaley warm by slipping her his Vienna sausage?”

“If that was your sister or girlfriend, would you want someone broadcasting that out about her? Whatever beef you may have with Kaley, do you think her rep needs any of you telling that what you don’t even know to be true,” the teacher asked him.

Yeah probably not, but I know someone will say it anyway.

We were asked to only allow the adults to talk to the authorities and news crews that showed up.

One of the chaperones took the microphone to say, “Look kids, I worked in the media industry when I was in my twenties. Here is the scoop on the media. Anything you say will be used to sensationalize the story to get viewers. The more sensational the information, the less likely you will actually be seen on TV. A normal practice is to take your audio and use that with some general footage of the scene with a shot of the reporter. They will say that it is to protect you because you are a minor. In reality it is purely selfish on their part. Showing you on camera allows other reporters to corroborate what you have said or use it to try to slam another reporter for making things up. If your story is outrageously sensational, the reporter will twist your words and won’t even use your voice. For example, if anyone were to tell them that you had to pee outside, they will take and spin it into mostly bullshit with the tiniest bit of truth. Leading up to the story will have them giving out ticklers saying ‘Frozen waste tank steals childhood innocence from stranded students’, ‘Children forced out into blizzard conditions at near zero degree temperatures to handle bodily functions in front of each other’ or something along the lines of watersports to keep warm. You get the idea.”

Everyone started talking about it all at once and it took a while for everyone to settle down.

Continuing, the chaperone gave a story just like a reporter would.

“A group of high school freshmen students, trapped by a freak nor’easter, had their childhood innocence forever stolen. The tour bus unusable, frozen due to the intense cold, forced both children and adults to urinate outdoors, Students we interviewed admitted viewing their opposite sex classmates attending to their bathroom duties outside on multiple occasions. All were given permission to look, but not touch,” the man said. “Ignoring the incident this morning with the helicopter, none of the males saw the girl’s urine or genitals while urinating outside. Unfortunately, as far those in the media are concerned, a female seeing a male out in front of a bush makes their story completely true. They are targeting an audience for this story who will go off in all sorts of crazy directions. Talk shows will have a field day trying to find out who you are so that they can drag you up to have their quack of the week ‘help’ you through this event on television. Others will be demanding that the adults stand trial for subjecting children to the horrors of going to the bathroom anywhere but in an approved, segregated bathroom. Never mind the hard facts that many cultures in the world still squat over a hole in the ground with no expectation of any privacy.”

“Wow Mr. Roberts. Why do they do that? It seems so fake and dishonest.” a girl asked.

He nodded and replied back, “Their network’s business is to sell as much advertising as possible. That is what pays the bills. You would be completely amazed at how little the DVD sales and merchandise rights generate for the networks compared to advertising revenue. Just ask yourself, which story would you hang in there for? One about a freak snowstorm causing travelers to get stuck? How about a freak snowstorm saving a busload of school children from getting kidnapped? Maybe one going into details about their needing to urinate outside in front of each other while pushing their naked bodies together to share body heat? No one changes the channel because they don’t want to miss the story, thus they watch the commercials. Using the proper delay tactics, quick clips of a reporter in front of the bus and promises of juicy new details, they will get to the last few minutes of the broadcast, give very vague details with some canned shots and say the full story will be on for the ten or eleven o’clock news. Blurbs are put in during all of the commercial breaks from the normal nightly prime time programming until the late news. Throw in a few veiled suggestions about sex between students, and possibly with adults, in an effort to stay warm due to the extremely low temperatures and the hook is in. Viewing results from the early evening news are collected and clients are called to offer then commercial slots at rates many times that of the normal rate for the same time slot. As I said before, they can’t give out any of your names because you are minors, but they will give all the adult’s names and that of our school. It is highly likely that it will even cause criminal investigations into the teachers for permitting such depraved barbaric behavior to occur. For the major networks it is assured that they will continue to milk this story for days, or even weeks, unless something bigger takes the spotlight. Each of them will magically have some new development that has absolutely nothing to do with the story about us, but is made to appear to be directly related.”

Damn I never thought about any of that. Hopefully the other kids are thinking about it too.

“Just consider this students;” another teacher said as she took the microphone, “Mr. Roberts was only giving an example of what the mainstream, network media would do with being told you had to use the bathroom outside, just as humans have done for thousands of years. They do have some accountability. Grocery store checkout rags, cable news, and especially the Internet, don’t have any. Taking care of your basic human needs will be perverted into stories where all of you engaged in water sports, mass orgies and anything else they could fantasize to get people to buy what they are selling. Anyone with two brain cells will know it is complete bull. What harms you is that they will find out your names and post doctored Fakebook or school photos of you appearing to urinate with your peers around. Bogus Fakebook pages will be created as you or your will be hacked. As long as they get something out of it, they don’t care one bit if it has any truth in it whatsoever.”

Another teacher added, “Look at it this way students. All of you know how quickly a nude someone sexted to one person goes viral. Multiply that by everyone on this bus times every media outlet. Something as innocent as everyone sleeping in just thermals and underwear will be international news in minutes. All of us will be scandalized as a bus full of horny teenagers and perverted adults down in a rabbit’s nest.”

She was going to say more when a Virginia State Trooper was there knocking at the front door of the bus.

While the teachers and chaperones were questioned by the cops, we were brought some hot soup and crackers. Sometime later we were taken off the bus four at a time. They first took each of us to one of four ambulances to get checked us out. It was not like in a doctor’s office or anything, just temperature, asking about stomach problems, frost bite, etc. I heard most of the girls were asked to drop their pants, lay back and open their vulva up to show that we weren’t fucking like animals to keep warm. Then we were taken to a van where people in suits questioned us about what happened.

“Careful. Not who they wish you to believe,” came over my goggles.

Most of the questions were ones I think they asked to stop people from getting suspicious.

When they didn’t ask why I was wearing the goggles, but who made them, I knew these were as fake as the message in my goggles suggested.

Shrugging, I told them, “How would I know? I had an accident. When I woke up in the hospital my eyes were so light sensitive I screamed and passed out. Then I got light blocking goggles. I went to a clinic where they tried to fix my eyes, but couldn’t. They put this stuff all over my face to make a mold. They said it was to make me goggles to properly fit my face to block out all of the light from coming in from anywhere except the lenses. Maybe they make them right there in the clinic or they could send them off somewhere like the doctor does for glasses.”

Then they wanted to know about my accident.

I kept it simple, “We were outside at recess when lightning hit an old wooden flagpole. They think me seeing the lightning so closely is what messed up my eyes.” “So you were hit by the lightning,” one of them asked.

Trying to look as honest as possible I said, “No one thinks so. There weren’t any burns anywhere on me. It hit on the top of a tall hill and I was found at the bottom. Everyone ran when the lightning hit, but I am pretty dang clumsy, so I probably fell and knocked myself out, again. Doctors said nothing else was wrong with me but my eyes. I am pretty sure they would know too. They took lots of blood and put me in every sort of machine they had to scan my body a lot of times. I even had to ... uh ... well ... uh ... you know ... do ... uh ... play with ... you know ... it ... until I could ... in a cup...”

Instead of being enough details for them they continued questioning me about the accident. They had to have decided there was nothing of interest. Soon they were finally asking me if I knew anything about the people that were going to kidnap us. Did I have any ideas why we got caught in the snow and no one else? Things like that. My goggles said to play stupid, help was almost here.

Help turned out to be Steve’s FBI agent friend that took my gear after the Treasury raid. He had a lot of his buddies with him. He must have been told something was off with these men because they took them into the FBI van to “debrief” them on what was known so far. That turned into a more interesting discussion where the fake agents were taken to D.C. for a much less pleasant debriefing.

During the time I was being questioned, a whole bunch of media trucks and reporters had shown up. They were doing multiple takes, but none of them was live. All the trucks had the big antennas up; just none of them were transmitting. It didn’t appear to make the guys in the trucks trying to get a signal happy about it either.

Everyone who was still on the bus when I was taken for questioning was now waiting inside another bus. Soon we were off to the resort before anyone could be grabbed by the media.

“We have spoken with the adults from your school up at the resort. They were caught in the same storm about thirty miles away from the resort. Fortunately they had gotten back on the interstate and snow plows eventually cleared the roads enough to get them to the resort. It was decided that with all of the stress of the last few days we are going to continue to the resort so everyone can decompress a bit without being surrounded by a media circus. Rooms have been arranged for us all to stay the night tonight and enjoy the resort all day tomorrow. The following day we will return to the hotel in D.C. the day after to get packed up for our return trip home. The resort has agreed to provide spa robes for everyone today so that everything you have on can be washed and returned for tomorrow. We have warm-up suits and swimwear already at the resort. Sleepwear will be provided after dinner for those who chose to wear any,” the teacher told us with a giggle.

How much is that sleepwear going to cost me?

“Isn’t this resort super expensive to stay at,” one of the girls asked.

The adult with the microphone told us, after a sad laugh, “Let me put it this way. If I saved ten percent of my salary from now until I retired, I could scrape up enough to pay for one weekday night during the off season in a room I shared with three other people. So yes, it is very expensive to me. To those who graciously funded this trip, it is a mere pittance. Plus every cent they spend is a tax write-off. Dropping millions on our trip will save their businesses hundreds of millions somewhere else. I doubt they will be paying the full price on any of the rooms since the freak winter storm will have caused a number of cancellations. They also had guests departing early to keep from being trapped at the resort. I have been told that there are a sufficient number of rooms available to give every student their own bedroom in one of the four-bedroom suites. Male and female students will segregated into different buildings that require keycard access to enter after passing by a guard desk. Before you even think about it, I was told these guards are making over six figures. Any attempts to bribe them to let you sneak someone in will fail, miserably.”

There were some groans from the students that had been thinking that very thing. I stifled a laugh at all of the simple things I could do to the guards to force them to leave their post in a hurry. I doubted that was going to be much of a concern anyway. Any unlocked broom closet or unisex bathroom is all that is needed for boys and girls to get it on. I am pretty sure the few kids I know who do parkour or extreme gymnastics wouldn’t have any trouble getting up to the balconies outside any of the rooms. Of course there are the fire escapes too. Then there the kids in each high school grade that can pick locks.

As I leaned back in my seat to get a bit of sleep, my goggles dinged in my ear. Opening my eyes I saw a lot of pictures and text flying by. How I processed it all that fast, had to be yet another thing that the place in my head was doing or the man in the machine had programmed into me. Almost as soon as the data was done going over the screens of the goggles I had a clearer picture of the kid stowaways and bus driver.

All of them are part of an extremely deep cover unit working with a black books government task force trying to track down people like the sex slave ring. It was very similar to the mission Paula and I did except that these were all adults that had been captured when they were just entering puberty. Each of them was given something by the people that kidnapped them which halted puberty after they had developed to a certain point. Whatever was done made it impossible for puberty to be restarted again. Each was carefully placed into an orphanage, run by the kidnappers, shortly after they had been abducted. Detailed medical records were kept about their “condition” and was updated every three months. This was used as proof of age when they began using these kids on adult porn sites. The black ops team they were working with now had found them on a raid. It took very little to convince them to be trained as deep cover operatives posing as kids to bust up sex rings.

Their being on this bus in particular was actually more an act of self-preservation than a planned op.

I am damn lucky they happened to not be anywhere near me when I didn’t have on my goggles. I screwed two of them during the child sex slave mission. Fortunately it was when we were in the dark holding room. If they had been on the bus I am sure they would have found me.

When the man that was taking pictures of girls at the pool posted photos of women from this team to the website, people looking to kill them backtracked them to our hotel. A wet work team was sent in to kill the adults and capture the ones that still looked like tweens and teens. All of those men that dug out the doors on the bus were part of their extraction team, but two had been bought off by the child porn cretins to kill the kids and everyone on the extraction team. Failure was not an option to the two sellouts. As soon as the entire team made it well away from us to somewhere no one would find them until spring, a bomb exploded that killed all of the extraction team.

Guess you won’t be getting that pay off after all.

I also remembered seeing a news clip about a minivan of children and their chaperone hitting a patch of ice that sent them over the side of a mountain. Everyone inside was killed. The pictures showed each of the kids and our bus driver. It had the required blurbs about how the group was on a trip to D.C. and was heading back to New York. Their accident was attributed to the freak weather. Just to be sure that it was as close to a possible truth, the report went on to say how they were all orphans with no families to be notified. I then saw pictures and videos that would never make it on air. Whoever faked their deaths did a great job at making sure old scars, shots of nipples, pussies, dicks, and nuts were mixed in with the blood, gore, dismemberment and a few broken necks.

Doubt that it will work, but who knows. With the rescue team dead, there is no real way for the people going after them to even know.

At some point I dozed off and was being nudged, not all that gently either, to wake up because we were at the resort.