That night I watched as two girls who had to be maybe fourteen or fifteen go to his elevator. I said to the guy working the floor with me, “how long do we just stand by and let this happen?” He just shrugged his shoulders in a whatever move. I called the team leader for this job. A guy named Robby. I don’t know is last name because he doesn’t give it out. It’s just team leader Robby. He said, “you are paid to watch for trouble not think.” He then hung up. Nice. This guy in the penthouse looked like trouble. My mind went to his room and those kids. About 3am the girls came back down. One was more than a little high while the other one looked like someone slapped her around. Although it was against the rules I took them to their homes leaving the hotel with only thirteen men to guard this piece of shit.
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Afterward I just wanted to go home and try and put look of all the darkening bruises on the girls face out of my mind. I came in to find Christina on the couch. She was in an old-time throwback jersey. The kind with buttons. And nothing else. My first thought was, “thank god we are alone.” I sat down and she was immediately in my lap. She whispered into my ear, “please keep an open mind.” She got up and told me to undress. I did. She gave me a towel to rap around me. I didn’t understand but I did it. Then I laid down on the pullout coach. She straddled me but just a little too high up for anything good. That is when she came in.
Crim-D was in a red see-through robe. Her nipples were pierced along with her bellybutton. I realized earlier her tongue was also pierced giving her eleven piercings. Three in each ear, the nose, tongue, nipples and eye brow. Christina took her shirt off and put it across my eyes. They said something to each other. Then she took the towel off me. Someone gasped. Then I felt a hand on my dick and balls. It wasn’t Christina’s hand. Christina scooted up pinning my arms down while placing herself in a position for a little oral fun. I just rolled with it and went down. As I did Crim-D climbed into my lap and onto my junk. She gasped a little. Then she started to move up and down. As she did the shirt came off my face. Crim-D was naked holding Christina’s breasts from behind while kissing her neck. I couldn’t see her but I could feel her on top of me while I was inside her. This seemed to go on for a while.
After I came the party seemed to end. Christina got up leaving Crim-D on me with me still inside her. That was when I realized there was no condom. She leaned in and kissed my hand and said, “thanks.” Then she got up and walked toward the kitchen. Still naked. Christina came back with a couple of washcloths. She insisted she wanted to clean me up. I looked down and saw blood. She said how Crim-D or Crimdee was a virgin as far as sex with men was concerned. Her longtime girlfriend wouldn’t use a strap on with her until she had the real thing. She didn’t know any guys that would or could do her. That was when Christina thought of us. I wanted to say something but then I remembered that when I first heard of this friend my thought was three-way. That was a three-way of some kind.
Later, after some sleep I got up and ready for work. Christina was asleep. I found Crim-D in the kitchen. She was holding a glass of what looked like vodka. She had an open bottle of vodka next to her. She looked up at me a winced a little. I apologized to her. she said, “you have nothing to apologize for. I used you today. I thought it would feel empowering to use a guy but all it felt like was an empty act on a good man.” She poured a little more into her glass then went on, “you can call me Cindy. Crimson Diablo was from when we were five. I would only wear red and the neighborhood parents said I would run around like the devil. Also, how Crim-D kind of sounds like Cindy.” I said although not really believed, “live is all about experiences so you should try as many different ones as possible.” I left Cindy there to drink her there to drink her thoughts away.
On the floor, my usual partner was replaced with someone named Sam. This should be interesting. Sam was a no nonsense by the book kind of gal. As we stood there two young looking girls came in. They both looked scared and lost. They started to approach the elevator when Sam sprung. She approached them and said, “this is a private elevator. If you have any business being here please see the front desk otherwise please leave.” One of them started to speak when Sam interrupted her, “we have no teenagers in the hotel tonight so you don’t belong. Leave or I call the cops.” The mention of the cops did the trick. They bolted out the door. She came back to her post then looked at me and said, “what?” I guess I stared at her as she walked back. I said, “nothing I just wish I had thought of that one.” I put my fist out and she bumped it.
About an hour later the guest called down all angry and inappropriate. He said, “where are my bitches. I had to hoes coming for a little something and I don’t see my bitches.” This guy is in his fifties and a whiter shade of pale. Without skipping a beat Sam said, “I saw the police stopping some little girls just outside an hour ago. Something to do with a crackdown on underage prostitution in town.” All we heard was a click. An hour later he checked out and was gone. Into the night running from a bust that was not happening. She came back and put her fist out. I bumped it then blew it up.
To be continued……………..
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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