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About that time, by the bank of elevators, Maytag stood at
attention also not knowing what to expect. A bell had sounded and
the light over one set of elevator doors was lit. Access to the
top floor was restricted: the same magnetic strip passes that
controlled the doors of the rooms gave access to the top floor in
the lifts. The band and their FBI watchers were the sole
occupants of the entire floor. Besides them, only hotel staff
could reach the top floor.
Therefore Maytag was not surprised when the doors opened and
revealed a young woman in a red jacket and black bow tie standing
behind a cart. The cart was draped with a white cloth and held
covered trays, all of the same size, resting neatly in three
stacks. The woman, whose short ash blonde hair was held down
flat by a plain hair clip, pushed the cart into the hall.
"May I help you?" Maytag inquired.
"Room service," she answered with a polite smile.
"I don't believe we ordered any." Maytag's thoughts drifted to
Stanton's speculation of food tampering.
"Look mister, I just deliver the stuff, OK?" She pushed the cart
toward the door.
Grabbing the front end of the cart, Maytag blocked her path. "I'm
quite sure we didn't order anything."
The blonde's lips were painted a soft pink, and they tightened.
Her eyes were circled with a thin dark line, but the fierce look
she gave him needed no highlighting. Quickly, though, the
confrontational expression disappeared and was replaced with a
small smile.
"You win," she said "I know who's in that room, and I'm just
trying to sneak in to meet them."
Maytag nodded. "And your name?"
"Lindsey. Lindsey Ward."
"I'm sorry, Lindsey, but I can't let you go in there," Maytag
said.
"There's nothing I can do to get in that room?" she asked with
one finger pulling down her lower lip.
"Not really."
"But I brought all that food up here," she pleaded. "It's nice
and hot. And good."
"Unfortunately, you're going to have to take that back with you,
too. Security reasons. Nobody in, nobody out."
Lindsey got closer to Maytag and put a hand on the lapel of his
suit jacket. "If you can't be bribed with food, I can try another
method." She started to slide the hand down Maytag's chest. He
stopped her and pushed her away gently.
"I don't think so." Maytag said flatly.
The blonde harrumphed, adjusted her skirt, and returned to her
cart. She stopped there and turned abruptly. "Are you gay? That
would totally take the fun out of blowing you to get into that
room, but I'll just give you a hundred bucks, or try to find you
a date or something."
"I'm not gay," Maytag answered. "I'm just doing my job."
"You're like super cop, huh? Well even supercops like blowjobs. I
can't convince you of my good intentions by sucking your dick?"
Maytag felt a small lump in his throat. He was no super cop, and
he liked blowjobs. He summoned his will power. "I'm sorry," he
said.
"I'll bet," she answered. She wheeled the cart toward the
elevator and mumbled under her breath. She pushed the button to
summon the elevator when something caught her eye: a sign. "In
case of fire, use stairs." She turned to face Maytag.
"Nobody in, nobody out?" Lindsey asked.
"That's the rule."
"If there was a fire, everyone would have to go out."
Maytag didn't like the direction she was headed. Nevertheless he
acknowledged her. "That's right."
"What if one of them slipped away in the confusion?"
Maytag said nothing.
"If I can't show you my good intentions, maybe I can force you
with bad intentions."
"I'm not susceptible to threats," Maytag said.
"How about threats *and* a blowjob?" Lindsey asked.
Maytag was no super cop. The helpless look on his face proved it.
* * *
Inside the room, the guys emerged from their huddle and stood in
a line with their heads down. Wade snapped his fingers in time,
and they lifted their heads in unison, singing a cappella. Wade
sang the lyrics, the others provided the melody and echoed the
chorus.
Never felt like this before
you're all I want and more
now the answer's up to you
My legs feel so weak
before you speak
I don't know what you'll do
If you say no I'll have to go
If you say goodbye I may just die
But If you say yes
this will be the best
night of my life
Stanton recognized "If You Say Yes." The ballad had been a huge
hit for the band. She thought the song was so much saccharine,
and changed the radio dial whenever it came on the air, but she
had to admit the boys sounded good.
I've said all I can say
now I sit and pray
while you make up your mind
It almost hurts to hear
your whisper in my ear
A heartbeat suspended in time
My words are poor, they weren't planned
If you say no I'll understand
But If you say yes
this will be the best
night of my life
Considering the circumstances, the song was strangely
appropriate. In fact, the song sounded sweet to Stanton. Wade
concentrated his attention on her, and the others conveyed
emotion just as well. Even JC looked sincere.
I'll be sad ever after
If no is your answer
Two letters that cut like a knife
But if you say yes
this will be the best
night of my life
By this point, Wade had knelt down in front of her. He extended
his hand out to her. Stanton accepted his hand, and he helped
her off the couch as they finished the song.
Oh if you say yes
this will be the best
night of my life
Wade looked deep into her eyes as he sang. When they finished,
Stanton didn't know what to say. She was relieved of a need to
react when Wade turned his head and called "Hit it, JC!"
While Stanton's attention was fixed on Wade's fine features, JC
moved to stage left. He activated a small machine and canned
percussion spilled out into the room. Wade took a step back from
Stanton, and the boys started a choreographed dance in time to the
music. JC took his place with the rest of the band, and Stanton
watched as the foursome swung their hips and gyrated in unison.
Her head bopped along with the funky beat. 4 Players began to
sing the number they weren't allowed to play in Boston, "Strip it
Down":
Looks like the last tenant
treated this beauty with neglect
didn't take care of his business
barely kept the thing erect
We're gonna do it better
with wood that's good and strong
work all night if we have to
and sweat it out till dawn
As they sang the chorus, the boys teasingly shifted their weight
side to side and unbuttoned the tops of their pants.
We're gonna strip it down
Strip it bare down to the ground
Paint it red and shake it all around
Strip it down
Strip it down
Leeringly, Stanton looked them over. Wade D began to unbutton his
shirt during the next verse, and JC discarded his hockey sweater
entirely, leaving him in a tight tank top that showed off his
trim upper body.
Just takes a little friction
just takes a little heat
To peel that flimsy layer off
get the surface smooth and neat
Firm and steady brush strokes
to cover it head to toe
And when we're done the first time
We'll give it a second coat
By the time they reached the chorus, the boys were removing their
shirts entirely. Slowly they pulled the shirts above their
waists, teasing Stanton with glimpses of their toned abs before
pulling the shirts over their heads, or, in the case of Wade D,
moving one tan, muscular arm after another out of the confines of
his silk top before letting it fall to the ground.
We're gonna strip it down
C'mon baby let us show you how
Paint it red and shake it all around
Strip it down
Strip it down
Stanton looked them over, and she lingered on their sexy
mid-sections. Washboard, six-pack, whatever you called it, all
four had them. Stanton's appreciation of the band's personal
trainer grew almost as fast as the warmth in her crotch. Stanton
fought off the desire to run a hand between her legs to assuage
that yearning discomfort. Then she felt the eyes on her, and
realized that they begged her to do just that.
We're gonna strip it down
Work it over down to the ground
Paint it red and shake it all around
Strip it down
Strip it down
The song urged her on, and she slid a hand against the front of
her pants. It was half show and half blissful relief as her
fingers pressed against her snatch through two layers of clothes.
Stanton used her free hand to unbutton her jacket. She pulled the
hand away from her moistening cunt and removed the top. A simple
white bra held her tits tight against her chest. Stanton
unclasped it and bared her breasts and their dark, hard nipples
to the boys, who had finished the song. As bare chested as her
entertainers now, Stanton gave them a wry smile.
JC slipped a hand inside his baggy pants and gave an appreciative
yell. "Strip it down, baby!"
Wade kicked off his shoes. Stanton copied his motion, as did
Brickhouse and Derringer. JC stroked himself instead. Stanton
unhooked the back of her pants, removed her weapon and set it on
the floor. She pushed it under the sofa with one stockinged foot,
and proceeded to take off her pants. Her white panties were as
simple as her bra, but they were cut high on the hip and exposed
a delectable portion of leg not covered by her nude thigh high
stockings.
"How about a kiss?" Stanton asked.
Three young men jumped forward (JC was busy with his hand in his
pants) but Wade was the fastest of the bunch. His lips met hers
and they locked in a warm wet embrace. His hands drifted to her
firm behind. With thumbs hooked inside the waist band, Wade
started to roll the garment along her hips. Wade pulled his lips
away from Stanton's so that he might bend over and remove the
panties entirely.
"Why not let someone else do that?" Stanton asked. "That way we
can keep doing this." She planted her lips firmly on his and
enjoyed another passionate kiss.
Brickhouse was closest, and he slipped behind Stanton. She felt
his hands on her waist. While her tongue delved between Wade's
lips, she snuck a glance down to see two hands reach around to
her tummy. The dark hands stood out against her skin, as strong a
contrast as the black patch of hair that emerged from the top of
white cotton panties. The hands moved down her legs, the palms
rolled gently over the points of her hip bone. Stanton closed her
eyes again as Brickhouse removed her underwear entirely and
exposed her hot pussy to the cool air of the room.
As Stanton and Wade kissed, Brickhouse crouched and appraised the
agent's freshly exposed ass and licked his lips in appreciation.
Derringer slipped out of his pants, and JC worked his fist
furiously inside his own. Brickhouse pushed his lips against
Stanton's ass. He licked one cheek, down to her thigh and the
tops of her stocking before bouncing up and slipping his tongue
along the furry junction between her legs.
Stanton moaned as she kissed Wade. Just as Wade cupped her
breasts and flicked his thumbs over her hard nipples, he felt a
tap on his shoulder.
"Mind if I cut in a second?" Derringer asked.
Wade looked into Stanton's shiny blue eyes and sighed. "Yeah, but
I'm cutting back in soon."
Stanton smiled as Wade took a step back and allowed her a full
view of Derringer. Except for the gold chain on his wrist, he was
completely naked. Surprisingly, his tan did not stop at the
waist. Neither did his fine physical form. And one particular
part of that form pointed straight out at her as Derringer
approached. Stanton had a hand full of cock well before she had a
new kissing partner.
Brickhouse had worked his tongue inside her lips now, and as
Stanton's lips met Derringer's she made a loud "mmph" noise
through her nose. Brickhouse licked away, Wade stripped off his
pants, Stanton tugged on Derringer's cock, and JC did the same to
his own.
Wade watched Stanton grip Derringer's hard cock and Derringer
grope her tits in turn, all as Brickhouse's arms wrapped
Stanton's legs. He was lost in the sight for a moment. Then he
looked over at JC's onanistic workout and the spell was
momentarily snapped. He realized the electronic drums were still
playing in their endless percussion loop.
"JC!" he called. "Stop jerkin' off for a second and turn off that
drum machine. It sounds like a fuckin' porn movie in here."
"Dude, it IS a fuckin' porn movie in here." JC pulled his hand
out of his pants and walked over to the drum machine. "And it's
damn better than that one we saw tonight, yup yup."
Wade ignored him. "Just put some other music on, and then make
sure that door is locked."
"What am I your servant, now?" JC asked.
"No," Stanton said, leaving Derringer's kiss. "You're mine. Come
over here when you're done and let me take care of whatever's
been bothering you in your pants."
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