I made it home hoping things were going to be different. Inside I find the two ladies waiting with a bottle of Whisky and handcuffs. Both were wearing silk clingy robes. Christina came up to me and went to kiss me. As she did she started to undress me. First my shirt then the vest. Cindy looked at the vest with some interest. As she did Christina went for my pants. Soon I was standing there in an undershirt and nothing else. Cindy said, “if I was into guys I guess I would feel something now.” We sat on the couch. I made a mental note to burn this couch soon. Christina sat on one side and Cindy sat on the other. Christina cuffed my hands behind me. She then laid in front of me blocking my view and Cindy’s view of me. Cindy climbed on top and started to grind.
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The hotel was empty. We locked all the doors and turned the power off to the upper floors. We setup a television on the lobby and watched a little basketball. Before long pizza arrived along with beer and other non-work-related things. I guess we were going way off book tonight. By the end of the game the lobby was in an uproar. It was hard to tell if this was a secure hotel lobby or a sports bar. Sam was trying to coax the of the new guy into stripping. From somewhere a couple of female strippers arrived. We went from sports bar to strip joint. About the time Sam had the new guy down to his boxers I went outside for some fresh air. Across the street I saw a black van with some lights on inside. I went to approach the van when it sped off. Inside the strip joint turned into a night at Caligula’s palace. A couple of the guys had one of the strippers on all fours. Sam had a mouthful of the new guy. I went into the control room and erased all the camera footage then waited for my shift to end.
That night I had enough of all that. I wanted a little sleep then a lot of sleep. The Rolling Stones once said, “you can’t always get what you want.” I went inside to find Christina and Cindy watching some sort of porn. It was hard to tell. It was home made at a bad angle. Christina directed me to the couch. While at work, I went online to find a replacement for that couch. We watched the video for a few minutes before I realized it was Christina and some boy. They had to be in their early teens. She had made a sex tape. Or would it be a sex video or vlog? I told her that even though she was the person in the video this could still count as child pron. She paused the video then turned it off. She said, “I guess we will just make our own.” I looked over and saw Cindy with a small video camera. I was surprised she wasn’t using her phone then I was happy she wasn’t. Cindy said, “we will just keep it simple. Just get naked and recreate the first video.”
Without any idea, why I was doing this I did as directed. It feels strange to strip in front of Cindy or not have her react to me naked. Christina’s nudity would seem to get her going but not me. Going into the cowgirl position from the video Christina started to buck and ride. As she did Cindy was recording and giving direction. It all seemed a little odd. Ok, it seemed a whole lot odd. She said she would later dub something over her direction. It all seemed a little like overkill for a video no one would see. This was Cindy’s last day with us. She was going home to her girlfriend with her mission accomplished and her headero virginity behind her. By the time I got up for work Cindy was gone. And so was the video camera and all the sex footage.
At the hotel, I saw a similar black van parked outside. Inside the hotel was sparking clean. The ones that threw the non-sanctioned party paid for a cleaning crew to come in long before the actual day shift arrived. They did however miss the new guys boxers hanging from a fake plant in a corner. Sam wore her sunglasses at night. She and the new guy also didn’t make any eye contact. The night was off to an awkward start. She turned to me and asked, “did we do anything last night?” I said, “you don’t remember. After everything you said. After everything I did.” She just looked away. I said, “no I spent the night in the security booth removing all footage of the evening.” Apparently, no one knew who did that. Corporate called wanting to know what happened to the video from last night. No one thought about the constant video recording that happens. No one except me.
Sam said we had a priority guest for the FBI. My favorite acronym just like STD. I said, “oh wait maybe that’s why there is a surveillance van outside.” From behind me I heard, “what do you know about anything.” It was my favorite FBI asshole agent Sampson. He said, “just keep your ass down here and on the door. If you can do that then we may actually have no problems.” I wanted to explain what he wanted wasn’t the best security posture. That is when a set of headlights turned on by the front door. Sam ordered the front desk to close the security door. When Agent fuckup said, “don’t do that. I am in charge here now. keep the door open just in case this is nothing.” To prove this was nothing the door shuttered in the frame and the glass started to shatter. Agent Dumbass said to the front desk, “what are you waiting for close the door.” It was too late. The damage to the door was blocking the security door. We were about to be breached.
Sam and I went behind a nearby couch. I hit a button on the bottom and the front legs lowered. In the movies people hide behind flimsy furniture. In reality, most furniture won’t stop a 22 much less the ammo these guys will be using. This couch was leather over layers of Kevlar and armor plating. It weighs near a half a ton and is a great place to hide behind. Underneath the couch is a gun safe with two Colt M4’s and ammo for them and the standard issue Glock 17. Without asking Agent Pushy took one of the M4s. Sam was in charge and she took the other M4. That’s ok with me I have found that I prefer my handgun in a quick and savage firefight. I grabbed a couple of extra magazines. Steve took up a firing position near a doorway. The new guy came up behind Sam turned her around and kissed her square on the mouth then went behind a well armored table. Sam asked, “did we?” I said, “yes. Yes, you did.”
The door bulged outward then busted. In its place was a wave of gunfire and smoke. Steve almost disappeared in the automatic fire from what most have been a mini gun. They painted the walls with him. Then they turned the gun to us. By the time they were out of ammo the couch was just a collection of dented steel plates. A few more rounds would have ended this story. Three men came into the open doorway with AK 47s. Sam and I took them down. So, no body armor. Someone on the outside opened fire on us. That’s when the new guy shot back. I really need to get his name. We traded gunfire for about three minutes. A bomb went off in the back of the hotel. They went for the back doors. Good luck with that. Those doors are the equivalent of those blast doors they have on underground bunkers. It would be almost easier to take out the walls. There is only one way in and the three of us are guarding it. I would say four but Agent Yellow stain was in a ball on the floor. After a few they minutes they resumed their assault on the front.
We realized our ammo wouldn’t hold out for long. We had to make a play. I covered her while Sam went to the front desk. Behind there was more ammo and a hardline connection to the security company. Like the warehouse this one was separate from the main and off the plans. With the company notified we had to only hold out for ten minutes. Agent Chicken little somehow found his big boy courage and got to his knees. I think knowing help was on the way gave him the courage to not look like a coward. He said, “I need to check on my I mean the witness.” I looked at him and said, “Christina’s father is up there isn’t he.” It wasn’t a question. Her father was a button man for the Russian mob. He was convicted of ten murders for hire. Afterward he turned on his bosses and became target number one by anyone who wanted the $50 million-dollar reward.
From behind me I head more gunfire. I grabbed Agent Target and pulled him down. In the process, I shielded him from fire and was hit four times. My vest caught all but one that hit me in the shoulder. That just sucked. Sam and New Guy shot back. Agent Sampson helped me out of my jacket and using his tie he tried to stop the bleeding. The bullet dislocated my shoulder and was still in. After that something changed in him. He was a great shot. He switched the M4 to semiauto and head shot every guy that dared show their head. Ten shots ten kills. He did this cool as an ice cube in January in the Artic. Who the fuck was this guy and where was he ten minutes ago? As it turned out it took me getting shot for him to stop focusing in on me and take control of the situation.
Afterward he asked me if I wanted to meet Christina’s father. I asked, “should I?” He said, “no that is a bad idea. If he knew his little girl was shacking up with you. One of those ten guys he killed, he cut the guys balls off and sent them to the guys boss.” Our replacement team replaced us and I went to the hospital. After a few days, I was out and going back home. Inside I found a woman with short blonde hair working on a laptop. Editing what looked like the sex video Christina and I made. I looked at her then realized it was Cindy. Her dreadlocks were gone. Replaced by a short very blonde hair dew. Something tells me I am going to need that open mind again.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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