Chapter 1
The night seemed to be dragging on at a snails pace for the two security guards as they stood watch in the long hallway of the hotel Monaco. The two men stood by the double doors of the VIP suite on the 25th floor of the luxury hotel keeping watch on the long hallway leading to, and away from the room. Inside sat the President and CEO of Com-Tech Inc., inventor and manufacturer of the worlds most destructive and frightening weapons of modern warfare.
Both men looked down to their comm.-watches as they heard a beep come though their earpieces. The man on the left spoke.
"Go ahead Sir."
"The night's entertainment just got off the south elevator, she's coming your way. She was cleared by the metal detector down here, but we need a more thorough search before she sees him."
"10-4 Sir."
The man on the left turned to the other guard and said. "I got the last one, it's your turn." With a smile and pat on the shoulder.
The both turned down the right side corridor, which lead to the south elevator and saw the "entertainer" approach. She was a beautiful woman, short but curvy, with shockingly blonde hair and bright red lipstick. She carried a small handbag, and wore a short black slip-dress with no bra or stockings, the guards eyes moved up her body from her feet to her long legs, her tiny waist, and then her medium but perfectly round breasts.
The man closest to her walked towards her, his ogling eyes hid behind his ray-ban sunglasses.
"Stop right there miss, and place your hand-bag on the floor!"
"Is everything alright?" she asked in a worried tone as she complied.
"Just a security check ma'am." The guard stated.
"This is really a bit much you know." She said with an indignant tone.
The guard picked up the handbag and opened the zipper. "Do you have any weapons or drugs on you that you'd care to tell me about now?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "And I would appreciate it if you'd leave my things alone!"
The man placed the handbag on the floor and slid it the 20' to his partner. He didn't pick it up, but kept his gaze on the woman while his hand rested on the hilt of his berretta 9mm.
"Now ma'am, I will need you to go into the room just to your left and sit on the stool in the middle of the room! Leave the door open!"
"OK, but if I am late, and he is upset, I am mentioning this!" she said with a scowl.
"It's all by his orders ma'am." He replied with a sneer.
She went into the room and sat on the high stool. As she sat her dress rode up slightly and her thong-clad posterior received a shock of cold as it contacted the steel seat. The man walked in, turned on the light, and closed the door.
"I am sorry for the inconvenience ma'am, but I am going to have to search you before you can see the president. If you choose not to comply, you will not get any payment, and I may tell the police of your career path."
"Fine!" She spat at him. "But make it quick!"
With a smile the guard turned and opened a small drawer in the corner and put on surgical gloves.
"Please stand and remove your dress and any undergarments ma'am!"
With a fierce glower she stood and pulled the straps off her shoulders, and down her body. As the dress moved over her breasts the man stared with great interest. He nipples were small, pink, and cute, and her breasts were medium, but very firm, and stayed where they were without the support of the dress. She pulled the dress all the way down her body and kicked it away from her slightly, then removed her shoes. She stood there in a black lace thong shooting daggers from here eyes at the security guard practically drooling at the sight of her body.
"Please remove your…um…undergarments as well ma'am!" he said with a quivering undertone.
"You're a fucking pervert!" She yelled at him.
"Comply or you must leave ma'am!" He ordered.