Return Of The Schoolgirl Assassins....Part 2. 
By ANTMAN


     The following week, the school mini-bus containing the girls and
driven by Miss Bond..the Headmistress, wound round the heavily wooded
hills up to the Army camp in the foothills. The guard at the gates, was a
new recruit...possibly eighteen years old. His fatigues and boots were
also brand new and he shuffled uneasily in the rough material. He had
been away from his village for barely a week..and missed his Mum.
     Bored and listless in the mid-day heat, he had heard the rumours of
a English school sending a group to entertain the troops..he thought it
sounded stupid..a bunch of kids prancing and singing.....
     A horn sounded and startled him. He dropped his rifle in surprise,
and stared stupidly at the mini bus which stopped at the gate. His jaw
dropped as he saw the lovely young girls who smiled unabashed at him
through the windows...he started to blush and then a silky voice cut
through his mind..."You'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth,
soldier". He gulped and reluctantly tore his eyes from the sexy teens
blowing kisses and winking at him, to meet the cool grey eyes of the Ash
blonde lady who sat at the wheel. "Could you direct me please to our
hut... We're the concert party". "Um Y-Yes lady" , he stammered totally
unsettled by the attentions of the minxes in the back..."Third right...no
left, and um, um last hut on the right". "Thank you young man" Miss Bond
smiled sweetly, and the boy's heart lurched as her beautiful eyes seemed
to caress him. "We'll probably see you later..at the concert. You will be
there?"
He nodded dumbly and blushed deeply as the bus passed him and a girl at
the back of the bus, with long straight dark brown hair, and a fringe
over sparkling grey eyes mouthed to him..."See You Later". Charlotte
smiled and purred as the bus rounded the corner and she lost sight of
him..."That one's mine...Can I do him Miss..Please!". Miss Bond chuckled
throatily..."If you can find him Charlotte, tonight, then you can have
him".
     As the sound of the bus faded. The boy felt a flicker in his
loins..It wouldn't be such a bad night after all..and lost himself in the
memory of that long dark hair and promising beautiful grey eyes....
     In the hut that was their bivvy for the night...the girls ate well
from two tables that had been set out with meals from the cookhouse.
After, miss bond sat them all down for the final briefing. "I have found
a note from the General. There's a change in plans...The General wants
two shows tonight because the Camp will be emptied tomorrow. I believe
they are planning a strike against the Government, so we will have to
kill them all tonight" . How can we, when we're all on stage, Miss" asked
Sylvia, the gorgeous blonde, wrinkling her pert little nose.
     The Headmistress thought for a good five minutes, with the girls all
gathered round, and stopped their changing into tonights show clothes.
Girls stood and sat in black bras and briefs motionless watching Miss
Bond. Finally she spoke again...
     We'll halve our concert numbers and the rest of you will go
a-hunting for the men (and boys) who are booked for the second show...
The show girls will deal with the audience men. I'll entice them back to
our hut after the shoe with promises of...shall we say kisses and
autographed photos, and we'll give them strangleholds and scissors of
death".
     Evening came, and the girls set out for the Mess Hall, where the
concert was to be held. Persia and Emmaline dressed in black bra and
briefs, and with large ostrich feathers as teasers tottered off in high
heels, School macs covering their shapely bronzed bodies. Persia's hair
was brushed straight black and thick over her shoulders, while Emmaline's
red flowing locks were tied back in ponytail.
     Hayley, Helen and Cassie, the singers. were demurely dressed in pure
white blouses, which had the top two buttons undone, showing small but
shapely cleavage, and theis grey gym skirts had been shortened to reveal
as much shapely smooth thighs as decently possible. On their feet were
ankle white socks and button black school shoes. Hayley's white blonde
curly hair was loose and over her shoulders, Helen's shortish copper hair
shimmered in the evening sun, and Cassie's straight shoulder length
blonde hair swung round her face as the girls strode with the dancers and
Miss Bond towards the mess hall, drawing many wolf whistles and catcalls
from the men and boys also heading towards the show .
     Back at the Hut, the remaining girls sat and waited till the show
would start, and all the soldiers who were there would be not on their
hunt. They were all dressed similarly to the singers except on their feet
were white trainers and on their shapely bodies were white sports cotton
tops. After half hour of restless pacing, the girls stood near the door
and peering out at the deserted area around their hut, silently slipped
out, cool and deadly hunters on the prowl. Sylvia whispered to the others
as they gathered at the junction of the next hut..."I'll take the guard
at the gate, and stay there to stop anyone escaping to raise the alarm".
Ellie. a tall slim blonde said.."I'll start at the radio room, and
destroy it". Claire the shapely dark curly haired girl spoke next.."I'll
compliment the cook and his staff on their good meal". Charlotte
addressed Kim, the Chinese girl..."We'll hunt round..see who we can find
!" Kim nodded enthusically and the killing squad split up...to find their
targets.
     Back in the Mess hall Miss Bond addressed the General as the girls
set up their sound system tape recorder for the tunes as backgrounds to
their acts. "General," she purred, "Can we go somewhere quiet..like your
quarters, where we can discuss terms". The General completely charmed by
the beautiful woman before him..."Y-Yes. Please...follow me". He led her
out..yet something disturbed him..she seemed somehow familiar.......
                 End of Part 2
( For a fuller description of the girls..See the earlier stories of the
Schoolgirl Assassins).