Special Agent Lupus brushed his new salt and pepper mustache with thumb and forefinger. "I'd feel better about this operation if Stanton went along with my original plan."

Not that again, Stanton thought. "Lupus," she said, "I fail to see how it would help if I were to prance around here in thigh highs, a thong, and a smile."

Lupus formed a mental image and grinned. "Well, you have to look at that from my perspective, Stanton."

It was all Stanton could do not to retch. She looked at her partner for support, but Maytag also had the distinct look of a man overcome by nausea.

"You ok, Maytag?" she asked.

"Actually, I think I'm getting a little sea sick," he said.

"Maybe you should get some air," Stanton suggested.

"No, I'll be better in a minute, I just need some water." Maytag turned to grab the bartender's attention.

Stanton was happier than ever that they ignored Lupus's idea for the investigation. She could just imagine her report if they had followed his advice. "While I walked around looking exactly like a centerfold except for the staple in my navel, Agent Maytag spent his time puking overboard and Agent Lupus stared at my ass."

"As I was saying," said Lupus, shifting in his chair, "we need to see if things are going over the line here."

Recently, the Canadian Supreme Court had ruled that contact between a dancer and a patron during a lap dance was completely legal. Within a week, someone had the bright idea to launch a boat from Bellingham in Washington state, loaded with strippers and alcohol, and head for the border; as soon as the boat reached Canadian waters, the party began. On the suggestion of Agent Lupus, Agents Maytag and Stanton, who specialized in policing the sex industry, arrived in Washington to find out just what happened during the cruise.

"But it would help if you posed as a dancer," Lupus argued. "We'll get a glance at the other end of things."

Just like I figured, Stanton thought. He just wants to stare at my ass.

A bell rang in the room and the disc jockey spoke over the music. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are crossing the border! Now let's all give a big round of applause for the ladies who put the extra motion into this chunk of ocean, the NAFTA team! And when I say NAFTA, I'm talking about North America's Finest Tits and Ass! C'mon and put your hands together for Angel... Kyrie... Jessica... Entice..."

A door set in the wall behind the main stage had opened. As the DJ announced the dancers, they emerged from the door, dressed in evening gowns remarkable for their tight fits, high leg slits, and countless sequins. The dancers, uniformly young with lengthy hair, smiled and walked through the crowd.

When the parade was over, the DJ continued talking. "Now, for a little taste of what Canada has to offer, feast your eyes on the main stage. She's sweeter than maple syrup and will get you harder than a hockey puck: put your hands together for Alberta!"

Alberta burst onto the stage in knee-high black leather riding boots, and the signature red blazer and brown hat of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. A black g-string took the place of the standard jodhpurs.

"So that's how the Mounties always get their man," Stanton said.

"I think it's rather patriotic," Maytag said.

Alberta jumped on to the pole in the center of the stage. The dancer swung halfway around the brass pole, lifted her legs, and gripped the metal shaft with her boots. As her back lowered, pointing her head to the floor, she threw off the hat and shook out a luscious amount of golden brown hair.

Lupus nudged Stanton's arm. "Picking up a few pointers, Stanton?"

"Yeah, Lupus," she answered. "If I ever join the Mounties, I'll know exactly how to subdue a pole."

"Well, Maytag," Lupus said, "Time to go to work and see if the dancers here are more than just teasers." He glanced at Stanton.

Stanton ignored that remark. She did her best to ignore much of the next couple of hours. Alberta finished her routine and the Supreme Court approved lap dances were underway. Lupus disappeared, and so did Maytag. Stanton passed the time by wondering what she might use as a stage name. She liked Cinnamon, but settled on Pandora.

Maytag stopped by to inform her that everyone played by the rules, at least in that room. There was a second "VIP" room where Lupus was sure things crossed the line.

"We're going there now with Alberta and Entice," Maytag said. He pronounced Entice to enhance the incredulous nature of the name.

"Have fun," Stanton said. "Try not to defect."

After Maytag left, Stanton decided to go for a walk. She reached the deck, walked over to the edge, and saw that she was not alone. Close by, two men leaned against the rail. Despite feeling antisocial, Stanton succumbed to curiosity. She walked over to them.

One wore hiking shoes, denim jeans, and a cable knit sweater. The other sported khakis, a button down shirt, and some sort of anorak. Their hair was neat, their faces clean shaven. They had an active, healthy look about them that was not out of place in such a bawdy atmosphere, and a maturity that might explain why they needed a break. Stanton tested that assessment. "Did you guys get tired of the show?"

"No," said the one in the jeans, "but Theo here has a thing about smelling so much perfume at one time. We just thought we'd get some fresh air."

Theo adjusted his pullover and straightened his back. "Really? Here I thought we left that room because you were out of money, Andy."

"Do you need someone to cover the cost of a dance?"

Andy and Theo looked at each other and then back to Stanton. "You don't look like you work here," said Theo.

"I don't," asked Stanton. "I'm here with two associates."

"Do they dance?" asked Andy.

"No," said Stanton. "The guys are doing their best to run out of money, too. I imagine we'll see them out here sometime soon."

"I see," said Theo. "To tell you the truth, we were just here to look the place over a bit."

"How strange!" Stanton replied. "That's exactly what the guys I'm with said. So whaddya think?"

Theo answered. "Well, we heard some crazy stories about what the wild girls did on this cruise, so we thought we'd check it out for ourselves."

"Crazy?" Stanton repeated. Stanton smelled a lead. "Like what?"

Andy and Theo looked a bit embarrassed. "We just heard they get kinda close," Theo said.

Stanton smiled. "Oh, really?" She stepped between the two. Andy was taller than Stanton was, but in these shoes she was about the same height as Theo. Their faces almost touched. "Like this?"

Theo rested his arm against the rail and tried to lean away from Stanton. Stanton looked puzzled, "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "Is my perfume bothering you."

"No, no," Theo said. "I don't even smell any perfume."

"So, answer the question, Theo. Did they get this close?"

>From behind Stanton, Andy answered. "They got closer than that, don't you think Theo?"

Stanton edged in closer. A hard wind or a rock of the boat would have forced them to kiss. "Like this?" she asked. "That's not anything too wild, is it?"

"It's not just how close they get," Andy goaded her. "It's in the motion."

"Oh," Stanton said, like a complete airhead. "You mean like this?" Stanton turned on her heels, and as her hip turned in toward Theo, she bent a bit at the waist. While she turned the remainder of the one hundred and eighty degrees, her ass brushed right against Theo's fly. She stood upright again, relinquishing contact with Theo.

Andy now stood in front of her. She wanted to see the surprised look on Theo's face, but she settled for Andy's devilish smile. "Yeah," he said, "Like that."

"But I've seen women doing that since we crossed the border," Stanton said. "That's not illegal is it?"

"No," Andy agreed.

"So what's crazy then?"

"It's the hands that matter," Andy said.

"But I saw them use their hands," Stanton replied. She put her palms against his sweater and pushed against his chest. There was not much give under the material. "I saw them doing this plenty of times." Stanton moved her hands toward his shoulders, and then his arms. My, sweaters sure do hide some things, she said to herself. "That's not crazy is it?"

"No," Andy said.

Stanton moved her hands down his back, which was as solid as the other parts she examined so far.

"None of the girls did that," Theo said. It was the first thing he'd said since his quick introduction to Stanton's ass.

"Maybe that's just because the guys were sitting down," Stanton remarked. At that point she reached Andy's seat. His ass was small and firm. She gave it a gentle squeeze with both hands.

"They definitely couldn't do that with the guys sitting down," Andy said.

"Are you sure you don't work here?" Theo asked.

Stanton turned to face Theo, performing the same trick as before, so that Andy felt her ass slide across his upper thighs. Looking straight into Theo's eyes, Stanton cupped his balls and rolled them around in her fingers. "Do the girls who work here do this?" she questioned him.

"None that I've seen," Theo answered.

"So we finally found something 'wild'," Stanton said. With her free hand, she wiggled inside Theo's pullover and ran her nails over his back. They won't be calling me a tease, she thought.

"It's not just what the dancers didn't touch," Andy said. "It's also what the guys can't touch."

Theo's dick was beginning to stir in her hand. Stanton winked at him, and looked back over her shoulder at Andy. "Really? What can't the guys do?"

"Not much of anything," Andy replied. He put his hands on her shoulders. "I think this is allowed." His hands moved up to her neck, where he rubbed the skin slightly. He ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't think they liked that," he offered.

"Oh, that's nothing," Stanton dismissed him. "They just don't want you to muss up their hair."

"You don't seem to mind," countered Theo. He twisted a bit of her hair in his finger.

"Sometimes it's good to be mussed, Theo," Stanton said.

Andy's hands had moved to under her arms, and they crossed quickly to Stanton's breasts. Theo watched as Andy's fingers splayed out on her chest. "They definitely don't let you do that," Theo said.

"Damn shame," Andy said. "These are a real handful."

"You flatter me, Andy," Stanton said. She had unzipped Theo's fly, and she had a firm grip on his stiffening hose.

"You never mentioned your name," Andy said, as his hands drifted down to her waist, and then across the hard points of her hip bone.

"Pandora," Stanton answered, jerking on Theo's dick at the same time.

Andy ran one hand between her legs. The tips of his digits reached her mound and dove across the delicate flesh. "I take it I know what this is called, then," he said.

"I don't think that's your real name," Theo said. "Aren't we doing what the dancers don't?"

"I could stop," she said, releasing his cock.

"No need for you to do that!" Theo smiled, then added, "Pandora."

"I don't know," she said. "I think some dancers might do all this. This isn't really wild."

"What do you think we should do then?" asked Andy, dragging his finger back and forth along her crotch.

"How about this?" Stanton asked.

She dropped down into a crouching position. Andy's hands moved back over her breasts and then to her shoulders. Stanton looked straight ahead to Theo's open zipper. She reached in and worked his stiff rod through the opening. It flopped right into her waiting mouth.

Theo gasped and mumbled some monosyllabic encouragement. Not that Stanton needed any. Pushing the pants away with one hand, Stanton stuffed her mouth with as much of Theo's dick as possible.

"That looks good," Andy said.

Stanton pulled her mouth away and looked up at Andy. "Whatever he gets, you get," she said before returning to smoking Theo's pole.

Taking that as an invitation, Andy maneuvered next to Theo and dropped his pants and undershorts to mid thigh. He took hold of his swelling member and stroked it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Stanton saw Andy's arm moving. She pushed his sweater out of the way to watch him play with himself. What a treat, to have a mouthful of cock and an eyeful of the same, beaten off before a backdrop of muscular abs. After taking in the sights, she decided to treat Andy to a little cocksucking.

"Let's see what this guy tastes like," she said.

While Andy continued to pump on the base of his shaft with his fist, Stanton took the head of his cock in her mouth. She worked her lips further down the length and Andy let go of his cock. He rested a hand on her head and moaned a compliment or two. Stanton brushed her hair to one side and tilted her face so that Andy and Theo could see her profile. She licked along the outside of his shaft, and then tongued his balls. Andy's cock rested on her cheek. Stanton brought her face back and the dick disappeared inside her mouth.

"Damn, that does look good," Theo said, stroking himself. Stanton watched him and agreed that the view was just fine.

Andy looked out at the water and the choppy reflection of the moonlight. Cold air tickled his skin and a hot mouth sucked at his cock. He relished it for a moment, sliding himself between her lips. Stanton grabbed his ass and guided him. She enjoyed the flexing of his butt muscles as he bucked his hips.

"Do you want me to come?" Andy asked.

Stanton dropped him from her lips and pumped him with her fist. "Depends. Can we go inside someplace?"

Before she even finished the sentence, Theo said imperatively, "We'll find something!"

What they found was a side entrance to the VIP room. The room was wall to wall couches, and so poorly lit that it took a while for their eyes to adjust. A large doorman stopped them immediately.

"You can't come in this way," he said.

"We're just here for a dance," Andy told him.

"Dances are one guest to a dancer," the doorman said, folding his arms in front of his chest: his very large chest.

"But she doesn't actually work here," Theo explained.

"Yeah, we just want to rent a couch for a bit," Stanton said.

"Does this about cover it?" Theo asked as he handed the doorman a few bills.

The doorman took the money and pushed the bills apart with his thumb. After a quick look, he gestured with two fingers curling in to himself. "Keep it coming," the motion said. Andy flipped a thin wad of bills to the man.

"Take the couch in that corner," the doorman said. "I don't want to know anything else."

The three walked briskly to the corner. "I thought you were out of money?" Theo asked.

"Never mind," Andy said.

On most of the couches, dancers draped over men, or nestled in their laps. Only the arms of the men were visible, spread out on the couch. Their couch was in the corner, flanked on one side by an emergency exit and on the left by another couch, empty. The light from the exit sign was stronger than any other source in the room.

Pausing only for the odd groping if each other, the three stripped down quickly, leaving a laundry pile on the floor. Andy sat on the couch, and Stanton knelt down to suck his dick. At once, Stanton realized that left Theo out of the action, so she changed positions. She stood, spread her legs more than shoulder width apart and bent forward to find Andy's waiting cock with her mouth.

"Goddamn!" Theo said. "Oh, that looks fine!"

He knelt behind her and lapped at her dark bush, pushing his nose against her ass. He gave her a playful slap and then rubbed the smooth skin of her buns. Theo's tongue parted her lips and nipped at her clit as Andy's cock plunged in and out of her mouth.

Stanton felt as if she were in a hyperactive sixty-nine position. The hard hot dick in her mouth pushing against her tongue and the inside of her cheek, the growing wetness between her legs as the tongue and her juices flowed from the crack or her ass to the hood over her clit: that was all familiar. She was not expecting the hands.

They were everywhere. Not just cupping her breast, or squeezing her ass, or gripping her by the hair. There were also hands stroking her hips, and clawing her back. Fingers brushed her hard nipples and sank into the hot flesh of her cunt. She was felt up thoroughly.

She wanted a dick inside her, and she wasn't going to have to stop sucking this one to get it. Not for long, anyway. "Fuck me, Theo," she ordered before filling her mouth once more.

Theo ran the head of his cock between Stanton's lips. When they parted a bit, he leaned his weight forward and slid all the way in. It pushed Stanton forward and she craned her neck to keep Andy in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Theo moaned.

He slipped one hand under Stanton's trim waist and moved to her lips. He felt his cock slipping effortlessly inside her wet slit, and then turned his fingers to her clit.

Stanton rocketed to orgasm. Not a slow build up but a sudden burst of pleasure. Stanton moved off Andy's shaft and gasped for air. She stroked him the best she could but she was having problems concentrating. Andy judged that it was his turn.

"Get up here," he said. Andy slouched forward in the seat.

Stanton stepped away from Theo and knelt on the sofa. She straddled Andy's cock and then impaled herself on it. Bouncing slow and sure, she reached back for Theo's cock. Maybe he could stand on the sofa, she thought. There really wasn't room. She could turn around to face him but the fucking felt so good she didn't want to stop.

"Oh, why not," she said under her breath.

Stanton leaned in to Andy and planted a wet kiss on his face. Her clit rested against his shaft, and her ass lifted in to the air. She wiggled it a bit. Theo slapped her cheeks a bit with his dick. Stanton reached back and pulled at her buttock to spread her ass.

"Does he need me to spell this out?" she wondered. Stanton disengaged from the kiss, looked back over her shoulder and said, "Fuck that ass, Theo."

Just the words caused Theo's eyes to roll to the back of his head. He put a palm on her buttock and helped spread her ass. Andy's dick fucked her steadily from underneath, his balls swaying gently with each stroke. Theo placed the head of his cock against the ribbed rim of her asshole and pushed forward.

The head of his shaft deformed slightly from the pressure. Suddenly he lurched forward. The head sprung back to its missile point form, and he felt the tight ring of Stanton's ass just below the crown of the tip.

Filled to the brim, Stanton bit her lower lip and tried not to scream. Theo pushed into her ass and Andy continued his thrusts. She quivered when she felt Theo's cock spasm inside her.

"Oh, God," he muttered. Theo's legs locked up and he stopped moving but his shaft pulsed as he spurted jets of jism in Stanton's ass. Theo pulled out and stumbled backward.

Stanton turned her attention to Andy. She was growing a bit sore and thought she might finish him off with her mouth. Andy had other plans. He slid his dick out from her quim and held it so the tip pointed at her ass.

"What he gets, I get, right?" Andy grinned.

"Go ahead, stud," Stanton said. What the hell, she thought. Theo didn't last long.

By now, not only was the outside of her ass wet from the licking, but the inside was slick with Theo's cum. Andy's dick was covered with Stanton's lubrication. Once the head cleared the tight boundary of her ass, almost half his length slipped inside her.

Theo would remember what that looked like for the rest of his life.

"Oh..." Andy said before leaving his mouth agape. "Fuck!" Stanton finished the thought.

Andy managed a few gentle strokes, but his orgasm began the moment that tight seal slipped along his shaft. He made a fist and punched the sofa as the climax twisted through him. He wrenched his upper body in an ironic struggle to escape the source of such intense pleasure.

Stanton disengaged from Andy's deflating erection and collapsed against him. Theo crumpled on the sofa. No one said a thing. Then the boat made a wide turn. They felt the cabin tilt to one side, and voices lifted all around them.

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is that?"

Stanton and the others rushed to get dressed. Then more voices mumbling the same things.

"Man overboard!"

"Someone fell off the ship!"

"I think he was thrown off!"

Stanton finished dressing and ran out to the deck. A crowd of men and a few women unsuitably dressed for the weather gathered by the rail. A spotlight played on the water's surface. Stanton worked through the crowd. Not surprisingly, Maytag was by the rail.

"What happened?" she asked. "Where's Lupus?"

"Those questions have the same answer," Maytag said. He could barely repress a smile.

"Get out!" Stanton replied. "How did he go over?"

"He had help from a couple of doormen," Maytag said. "We were in the VIP room, and Lupus kept trying to bait the dancers into a little extra activity. They wanted no part of it. He tried to fondle one of them, and again, the answer was 'Keep your hands on my shoulder or out to the side.'"

"Finally," Maytag continued, "the ladies got sick of it. So did I, in fact. They called a doorman over to explain the rules."

"And they threw Lupus over the side?" Stanton asked.

"I'm getting to that," Maytag said. "They told Lupus he had to play by the rules or leave the VIP room. Lupus got in a real huff and made a show of leaving. Then he saw something with those beady eyes of his and looked over at the corner of the room. Then I looked over. You won't believe what we saw."

"What did you see?" asked Stanton, nervously.

"A man, wearing nothing but socks, was standing in front of a sofa with four more naked legs sticking out from it. We looked a little more, and sure enough you could see a woman's ass, or a part of it because these two guys were going to town."

"Oh, shit!" Stanton said.

"Wild, huh?" Maytag asked. "Anyway, Lupus went nuts asking what the hell that was all about, and he started walking that way. Another doorman, a huge guy, stepped in front of him and asked where he was going. Lupus said, 'to take a look at that dancer!' The doorman told him, 'that's not a dancer, those people are just customers!' Lupus insisted, but the doorman wouldn't move. So Lupus threw a punch!"

"No!"

"Yes! But the guy caught it, and the next thing you know, Lupus is on the way out the door."

"Do they know they assaulted an FBI agent?"

"How could they? He didn't identify himself, and besides, he threw the first punch. I don't think this is appearing in any report."

"Not from either end of it," Stanton said.

"Beg pardon?" Maytag asked.

"I mean those three people. What happened to them?"

"No idea. I came right out here and then ran for help."

Stanton nodded. "Crazy stuff."

The boat reached Lupus and the crew threw him a life preserver tied to a length of rope.

"So what have you been doing?" Maytag asked.

"I talked to a couple of patrons and attempted to learn just how far things go here."

"And?"

"Like you said," Stanton replied. "Seems the dancers here don't cross the line."

"So you had a pretty boring night, huh?"

Stanton shrugged. "Not like I worked my ass off or anything."

End