At long last! AYW 9: Alert the Press!

Ha ha! Just when you thought it was over...

Ladies and gentlemen, AYW first began as a running fiction on World4ch, 4chan's text only /fict/ board, until Moot combined it with another board and everything was lost. Since then, it's gone through two rewrites and three reorganizations into a forum version, a Storiesonline version (Essentially the same, but with more per chapter and less chapters), and a fictionmania story which never really made it. It is a project spanning at least two years and which may possibly end within the next two.

With that foreword, Iris Caldor, alias Iris !tFj8DP0Frs, proudly presents the next chapter of A Young Witch!

And with this, I am once again leaving AYW to work on another story which will be a little less sexual and alot more emotional and sensual. When am I gonna work on another chapter? Depends on how much feedback I get for this one.

The entirety of AYW previous to this chapter can be found at

http://www.futanaripalace.com/forums/showthread.php?t=725

Many thanks to Mr. David Drysdale, AKA The Guardian, for saving it all and keeping it even while my hard drive crashed.

Chapter 9

Alert the Press!

Two Days Ago

Tiffany Hedge flattened her back as best she could against the brick wall of the gym. Her pose was rigid, knuckles white against around her expensive digital Nikolta, one finger on the shutter. Otherwise, she was pretty enough, with dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders, but her face was plain and bespectacled, and her bosom was modest. Below the belt, however, she was incredible. Her slender waist flowed generously into her wide hips and impossibly long legs, rounding her luscious ass into a perfect teardrop shape.

She had initially approached because she had heard her target scream. She was a reporter for the Sentinel, and feared nothing, or so she had thought. She had raced toward the gym, hoping for a shot of a juicy would-be mobster or rapist, but had slowed to a stop as she became aware that there were not one, not two, but three female voices bearing their owners' passions for the world to hear. Lesbians? Impossible, thought Tiffany. There were no lesbians at this school. Her target hated lesbians. Therefore, the school hated them. Then again, she was here to shadow her target, so for all she knew, her target could be one of the women around the corner.

Tiffany's cheeks began to burn, and her knees began to tremble as the voices slowly rose in pitch, building towards their climax. They were forming words, but she couldn't make them out. This is so naughty, Tiffany thought as the three voices cried out together, why am I getting wet from listening to this? Then she felt something else. It was a prescientific rush, a live wire of premonition running through her body, that she was about to uncover something huge. Or perhaps that she was uncovering it. That she would take the pictures that would reveal it to everyone else.