Missy Makes Mayhem (Missy the Werecat Book 5) (3 page)

“Oh, goody!  As if watching you make things float through the air wasn’t bad enough … now I’ll have to put up with
invisible
you making things float through the air!”

“Oh, but think of all the fun we’ll have!  Someday, I’ll go invisible and then we’ll let people think it’s
you
doing it!  You know, making things float through the air!  That’s the least I can do for all those times you’ve sent down lightning bolts while I pretended it was me doing that.”  Missy laughed and Tracy could only join her.

Sometimes … being a couple of crazy witches was really a lot of fun!

Oct 12, 2019

Donald Quiqby stood at attention as the two upperclass cadets left his room.  Once he was certain they were far enough away he turned to Andrew Poarch, his roommate, and said, “I can’t believe we didn’t get any demerits this time!  Wow, I might actually have this afternoon free!”  They had just passed one of the dreaded SAMI’s -- Saturday AM inspections -- which plebes frequently had to deal with.  And, miracle of miracles, this time they’d passed, with everything being perfect.

Once a cadet had accumulated enough demerits, he or she would have to spend Saturday afternoon doing a walking tour as punishment, in full uniform carrying the M14 parade rifle, walking back and forth in the Central Area for hours.  Donald had been doing walking tours every Saturday, since he was always getting demerits for one thing or another.  The trivia which a plebe was required to know was endless and testing plebes was the favorite pastime for upperclass cadets.

While Donald worked very hard at always being prepared, he had been hampered by his inexperience dealing with females.  Whenever any female cadet would dress him down, standing him at attention and demanding he tell the exact time until the next meal or rattle off the menu for that meal or recite the latest Army song correctly or whatever, he’d get flustered and either mess up his response or not use the proper protocol for speaking to upperclass cadets.  He’d been accumulating so many demerits he’d lost hope of ever working them all off.

But, his team leader was Tracy McGonagle and she, along with Missy McCrea and their many friends, had actually been helping him.  They’d joked about “desensitizing” him on how to answer to females.  Especially those who were attractive or else well-endowed with big boobs.  He still would get instantly aroused whenever he saw Tracy or Missy or especially that Kelsey Powers -- her rack was even more impressive than Missy’s -- but he was now able to ignore his throbbing erection and respond clearly and correctly whenever confronted by any female.

They had all found ways to teach him to cope, showing him mental tricks which they’d found would work and sharing lessons they’d learned from their own plebe experiences.  And, they’d made certain he knew exactly how his room needed to appear for inspections, with every item in its proper place and both he and Andrew well prepared.  Today was proof of that and he knew “the Quiqby girls”, as his roommate had started calling them, would indeed be proud.

Andrew said, “Ron and your dad will be glad to know you’re finally getting a handle on things here.  Just don’t tell your dad about all the help your Quigby girls are giving you.”  He started laughing as he knew all about Donald’s dad, a Sergeant Major who had convinced his two sons that women were nothing but a distraction in the military; they both had arrived at the academy with strong prejudices against all female cadets.

Donald’s brother Ronald was currently a firstie in his final year.  Ronald had changed his views and was actually now a friend to both Tracy and Missy.  Donald and Andrew knew there had been some history between them, with Ronald being company commander for the squad the two girls had been part of during Beast, but exact details of that history were not being shared by any of them.

“I wish you’d stop calling them my Quigby girls … I’ve started hearing that from a few of the other guys now.  Besides, you have to admit they’ve helped you as well as me with how to pass these room inspections, right?”

“Yeah, all true, all true.  But, none of the other plebes are getting all this attention the way you are.  At first, I thought it was merely a favor to your brother.  But, they’ve dedicated themselves to you with such obvious enthusiasm, clearly there’s a lot more going on.  It’s as though they all think of you as their little brother!”

Just then Tracy appeared at their door, still open from when the inspectors had left.  “I hear your room passed with flying colors today!  That’s great … I’ll let the others know.  Your
sisters
will be pleased!”  She giggled, having obviously heard Andrew’s comment.  “I want to see
both
of you guys out there this afternoon, cheering our women’s soccer team on to victory.  No hiding here in your room to study”.  She knew that’s exactly what Donald would do if she didn’t insist he come watch Missy play.

Andrew said, “Why me?  You girls aren’t looking to add me to the family, are you?”  He knew he could joke with Tracy while she was just visiting them in their room.  Had they been anywhere else, he would first have followed protocol by asking, “Ma’am, may I ask a question?”

“You can’t escape, Andy.  Us Quigby girls are all on to you now as well!”  While she and Andrew laughed, poor Donald turned an even deeper shade of red.  “Besides … have either of you ever watched my roommate in action out there during an actual game?  Today’s a home game and you don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

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As it turned out, sitting in the stands watching the soccer game was a wonderful chance for Donald to relax and almost feel like a normal human being again.  His brother Ron was there with Martin King, another firstie.  Like himself, Ron also played on the West Point lacrosse team, which was the only other time Donald was ever able to enjoy himself.  Life at the academy was very difficult, especially for plebes.

But, upperclass cadets didn’t bother hazing plebes while they were all watching any of the academy teams play and cadet protocols were relaxed.  He was able to sit next to his brother and forget about problems and difficulties while they watched the game.  He had noticed these girls during their practices, since the soccer and lacrosse fields abutted, but he’d never actually paid them much attention.  And, he hadn’t realized Ron would be there.

“When did you start watching girls play soccer, Ron?”

“Until this year, I never did.  But, Marty and I decided we had to see what all the buzz was about.  We already knew what a freak Missy McCrea was, of course, but we decided we had to see her out here for ourselves.  Just watch … you’ll see.”  Ronald laughed and leaned forward, arms on his knees.

“I know she’s on the team.  Why are you calling her a freak?”

Martin was seated on Ronald’s other side and when Ron ignored his brother, he spoke up. “It’s sort of a private joke, Don.  McCrea thinks it’s funny and calls herself that whenever it’s only with one of us.  But, don’t
you
ever call her that.  And, don’t ever let any of her
friends
hear you say that about her either.”

Donald looked around and could see Tracy with a huge group of her classmates, which not only included all the so-called Quigby girls but several guys as well.  He and Andrew had made a point of having her notice them when they’d first arrived.  Now, after seeing such a large group of Missy admirers gathered there and hearing how his brother and Martin were describing her, his curiosity was fully piqued.  Yeah, he’d heard some crazy things about Missy McCrea but surely most of those things were greatly exaggerated.

Some he knew were not.  Her marksmanship on both their Rifle Team and Combat Weapons Team was a matter of record.  She’d broken all the earlier records and was constantly setting new ones every time she competed.  But … that rumor about her actually proving herself in combat as a sniper that past summer?  Killing three guys from twelve hundred meters while serving with a Special Forces A-Team over in Afghanistan?  Surely that was merely part of the hype going around, with her being written up as one of the female soldiers serving in combat.

She did have those medals and the Combat Infantryman Badge.  Until recently, women weren’t able to receive the CIB because it required actually being assigned to an infantry or Special Forces unit.  But, women were now allowed in such units and some, like Missy, had managed to earn this badge.  And she also had Jump Wings.  She and Tracy had gone to jump school just before she’d resigned to go over to Afghanistan.  Who does that, resigning to go be a common grunt, anyway?  But, then she’d returned, just in time for the start of classes at the academy.

She and Tracy just seemed so normal, always nice to him and treating him like he was somehow special.  It indeed had gotten embarrassing but as these past few weeks had gone by, things had definitely improved for him.  And, those damn Quigby girls had made that happen.  More and more, guys were asking him how they could get some of that.  The magic.  The special assistance.  The girls had taken the target off his back.

So, he watched the game.  And, he watched Missy.

Andrew said, “Holy shit, did you see what she just did?”  Two opponents had tried to intentionally block Missy, willingly sacrificing themselves by charging in front of her at the same time.  Both girls were large and it was obvious they had tried to take her out, colliding very hard, although they tried to make it appear an accident.  But, Missy somehow plowed through and maintained control of the ball.  Before the referee had a chance to declare a foul, Missy had raced down the field and then had kicked a perfect shot past the goalie, scoring for Army.

The two girls who had smashed into Missy both needed help getting off the field.  The sound when their bodies had each impacted with Missy had been what typically was heard on a football field when players wearing pads and helmets made tackles.  There was a lot of yelling from the sidelines by Missy’s team, complaining about the kamikaze tactics, but since Missy was still out there dancing around in victory after scoring her goal, things settled down soon enough.

Ronald said, “They won’t try that again.  Serves ‘em right!”  He laughed and looked at Donald.  “She usually passes the ball to that other girl out there … Barbara.  But all these other teams have learned.  Even though Barbara scores most of the goals, Missy is the one they need to stop.  That’s not the first time we’ve seen some girls going after her.  When it comes to playing dirty, some of those girls can be much worse than how any guys would ever be.”

The incident seemed to really fire up the others on Missy’s team as Army dominated the rest of the game, winning easily.  Missy didn’t score any more goals but Donald could see how she was making things happen out there.  As his brother had said, she was the one the other team really needed to stop.  He began to realize maybe all the hype about her athletic ability wasn’t really that much of an exaggeration.

As the spectators all left the stands to join the players out on the field afterwards, Donald noticed a large group was gathering around Missy to congratulate her on Army’s big win.  This had been an important game and it was now looking pretty good for the team making the playoffs again.  He and Andrew followed along behind his brother and Martin as they too joined this exuberant group and then they all made their way back towards the barracks.

It was obvious from all the joking and banter going back and forth that Missy had a lot of enthusiastic fans.  And, it was an impressive group.  In addition to cadets from all three upper classes, there were instructors, TAC officers, TAC NCO’s and various other staff members from the academy.  Since this was women’s soccer and not as big a deal as their football team, Donald was mildly surprised at seeing so many others who, like his brother, had apparently come to watch Missy McCrea.

He was even more surprised to overhear a remark from one of the upperclassmen.  When he thought he heard him mention Sally Navarro, who was one of the Quigby girls, he couldn’t help but listen in more closely.

“Yeah, once Navarro heard about it, one thing led to another and Melo almost resigned.  He knew he’d fucked up but claimed he was drunk and it wouldn’t happen again.  Navarro insisted he report himself and accept probation plus a hundred hours doing walking tours as punishment.  And, he’s no longer Robinson’s team leader; he has to stay the hell away from her from now on.”

Since it wouldn’t be appropriate for Donald, as a plebe, to approach an upperclass cadet and ask anything about what he’d just overheard, he waited until he was able to check with his brother.  Once the group approached the barracks and began dispersing, he made a point of pulling Ron aside.  Andrew and Martin joined them.

Ronald laughed and said, “I hadn’t heard about Cadet Melo but I can only imagine he must have made some move on his female plebe.  You heard the Supe explain his zero tolerance policy on sexual harassment, right?  Ever since the Caesar Club was exposed last year … and, of course, Navarro played a big part in that, so I’m not surprised …”

Martin had been listening and now interrupted.  “I heard about Cadet Robinson.  One of her roommates is trying out for the swim team.  She told Navarro, who’s on that team.  Robinson wasn’t going to report it but her roommate knew Navarro would fix things.  And, of course, she did.”

Andrew said, “I heard some things about that Caesar Club.  It was a big scandal here only nobody will talk much about it.”

“Marty and I were members.  Only, we didn’t realize what was really going on.  It was a secret sex club.”  Ronald looked at his brother with a sheepish expression and added, “We got off with some probation.  If Missy hadn’t spoken up in my defense, for warning her about them, I probably would have been one of the ones expelled.  Nineteen guys did get expelled, only they were allowed to say they resigned.”

“Is that what you and dad were arguing about last summer?”  Donald had heard a lot of yelling but hadn’t been allowed to hear just what that had been all about.

“Partly, yeah.  He was also pissed when I told him he was wrong about women in the military.  It was his influencing my attitude about that which got me to join that stupid club in the first place.”