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The Canadian Supreme Court decision mentioned in
this story is true; it happened in December of 1999.
Everything else in the tale is fiction. But if
I ever get arrested for writing this stuff, I hope
Heather Stanton is around to arrest me.
This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts.
Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable,
or violates laws in your part of the world.
This story is Copyright 2000 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
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Crossing the Border
by Jimmy Hat 2000
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.
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