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From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat)
Subject: {ASSM} Hands on a Hardbody 2/3 (MF oral MFF anal)  
Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 06:10:04 -0500
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"I've been up all day. Don't worry, though, I'll get Neil his
shake for this break and then I'll catch a few hours of shuteye." 

"It seems a shame for you to spend it out here in the cold. I'm
covering the contest. Why not use my room while I'm here
watching?" 

"Oh, I couldn't do that. Neil needs me." 

"Oh, he won't even notice. You said you would be sleeping anyway.
I'll even call you at the hotel to wake you. I'm going back there
right now, I'll give you a lift." 

"Neil needs his shake," Jeff said. 

"Just mix it, I'm sure he can find it on his own." 

"I'm not sure about this," Jeff said. 

"What's wrong?" Stanton asked, batting her eyelashes. "You don't
trust me?" 

"No," he said. "I mean I do. You look -- I mean you seem very
nice." 

"So fix the shake and let's go." 

Jeff did just that, giving Stanton just enough time to call
information, find the nearest motor lodge, and get herself a
room. When he got out of the car and wiped off his hands, they
were all set to go. 

* * * 

Inside the motel room, Jeff flopped onto the bed with a heavy
thud. Stanton went to the bathroom to check her appearance, and
then pour a glass of water into one of the disposable plastic
cups. She drank one and refilled it, bringing it back to Jeff. 

"Here you are," she said. "Must be nice having someone take care
of you for a change." 

"Thanks," he said. "Yeah, it's a little different." 

Stanton sat on the bed next to his legs. Her skirt rose well
above her knee as she sat and she did not bother to adjust it.
"Kick off your shoes," she told him. Jeff did as told. Stanton
traced a fingernail on his white tube sock. "Anyone ever rub down
your feet after a tough day out there?" 

"Not really," Jeff answered. 

"Seems like you get the short end of the deal," she said as she
began to knead one foot and then the other. Her hands felt strong
and skilled to Jeff. His eyes closed in response and his head
rested back on the pillows. Stanton kept rubbing. "That's it,
just relax. Take it easy." 

Her plan was working, Jeff was starting to nod off. She could
then leave him behind and work with Maytag on what to do next
with Neil's support system out of the way. She lessened the
pressure on his feet to let him fall into slumber. Only just as
Jeff started to doze, he stood up with a jolt. "Oh! I'm drifting
off. If I sleep I'll be out all night. Neil needs me." 

"Neil is fine," Stanton said. She increased the grip on his foot
both holding him and trying to relax him at the same time. 

"No really, I need to go," Jeff said dutifully. 

Time to change tactics, Stanton thought. Which was fine with her.
Jeff was a cute kid, and definitely sweet. She felt bad using
him, but Neil seemed to have no problem doing so. "Stay here for
a while," she cooed. She moved her leg so that the skirt hiked up
more and revealed the tops of her stockings. If he was at all a
red blooded heterosexual man with any experience of women's
underwear, first hand or otherwise, he should have recognized the
sight of that darker band of hose, the promise of the end of the
nylon stocking and the presence of bare flesh just above. 

Jeff did guess at the promise of skin. He swallowed. "No,
really," he protested perhaps too late. 

"Jeff, let me ask you something, Neil gives you a percentage of
the winnings right? So he gives you, what, a third of a car?" 

"No," he said, surprised at the question. "We sell the car. He
gives me my share of the money." He didn't want to tell this
beautiful woman, who also seemed pretty smart, that he only got
20% of the money. 

"So how does he intend to split up the winnings this time?"
Stanton dropped his foot now. Puzzling him would hold him here as
well as gripping him. She slid up the bed closer to his face. 

"Same as always, I guess." 

Stanton lowered her voice to the sexy level of pillow talk. "But
he can't sell the prize this time." 

Jeff was surely confused now. He thought of the shiny silver
pickup truck back at the lot. "Why not? That's a brand new
truck?" 

"No, silly," she said. She moved closer. Her face was above his
now, and her hair threatened to fall onto his face in a wave at
any moment. She smelled good. Was that perfume or shampoo? He
could not tell. "I'm talking about the girls." 

"The girls?" 

"Yes," she said. "They're the real prize. Is he going to split
that with you? Let you join him with those two?" 

Jeff looked up at those blue eyes, and now the hair did fall down
around his face. It tickled his nose. "He hasn't mentioned it,"
he said. 

Stanton's mouth hovered next to his temple. "Then why don't we
see about getting you a consolation prize right now," she said
just before she licked the inside of his ear. Jeff wasn't going
anywhere after that. 

Her hands moved on him, one through his hair, the other down his
chest. She moved her lips onto his earlobe and kissed it gently.
When her hand reached his waist she pulled the shirt out of his
pants and let the fingernails trace circles in the soft hair
below his navel. 

Jeff kept his hands locked to his sides, afraid to make a move,
in the thrall of the tigress that moved over top of him. Stanton
removed the hand from his head and moved it to his own hand.
While kissing his ear still she brought the hand up to her
breast. "It's okay for you to touch me," she said throatily. "I
don't bite." She nibbled on his ear. "Much," she added with hot
breath on his neck. 

Supported by a bra, her breast felt solid and stiff to his touch.
Moving his hand, he moved his thumb over the top of the bra. Even
with her blouse in the way he could feel that her flesh was firm,
but so much softer than the cup of the brassiere. He thumbed it
gently and enjoyed her mouth moving onto his neck. 

Stanton could see that Jeff would need a little more
encouragement. She used both hands to throw off her suit jacket
and unbutton her blouse. As she bit his neck she pulled off the
blouse and then unhooked her bra. Jeff's hand cupped her tit even
as the bra was falling away, replacing the harsh restraint of the
garment with the tender grip of his fingers. Stanton moaned
encouragement. His second hand joined the first, and his rubbing
soon had both nipples rigid. 

Stanton moved her body forward, and lowered herself so that one
hard nipple hovered above his face. She dipped her shoulders and
Jeff took the tip of her tit into his mouth, wetly embracing her.
"Take off your pants," she told him. "And your watch. I don't
want to get scratched." 

"Mmm," he responded. Suitable communication for a mouth full of
tit. He slid his hands down her bare torso and briefly over her
ass before he moved them to unfasten his own pants. Stanton was
happy to see he was getting less shy by the moment. 

Stanton lifted up and moved to the side to let him suck on her
other nipple. She looked down and saw Jeff struggling to kick off
his pants. A hard-on pressed up against his boxers, making the
cotton shorts look like a lean-to tent. The brunette reached down
and gripped it enthusiastically. Jeff sucked back hard on her
nipple in response. 

"Ooh," she said playfully. "Easy boy." 

He released her from his mouth and looked up at her face. "You're
pretty," he said. 

"You're changing the subject," Stanton said. "I think maybe I
should show you the right way to suck." Without letting go of
him, she slid down the bed. She moved both hands to his shorts
and pulled them over his erection and down his legs. The stiff
cock sprang free, and a silky line of pre-cum stretched from the
slit atop the tip to the curls of his pubic hair. Stanton brushed
the strand aside and with one quick motion tossed her hair over
one side of her head and brought her mouth to his dick, leaving a
clear view of her face as her lips stretched over his pole. With
a fist wrapped on his shaft just above his sack, she pumped him
as she sucked on his rock solid flesh. She sucked with as much
pressure as she could manage, and Jeff gasped at the feel of her
mouth locked on him. 

Stanton worked his shaft with her mouth and gave his ball sack a
gentle tug with her hand. She increased the tempo but did not
allow herself to go too fast. She pulled off and let his cock
fall away to slap his stomach. "Still pretty?" she asked. 

"Even prettier," he said. "That was incredible." 

"Oh, that's nothing, Jeff. Wait to you feel my pussy." Stanton
still had a grip on the base of his tool, and she knew that
comment got to him, because the shaft surged after she said it.
Stanton was wet and knew damn well how aroused Jeff was. Why not
move things along. 

She moved to the side, kneeling. She was naked above the waist,
but still wore shoes, stockings and skirt. She changed that by
unzipping the skirt, throwing off her shoes, and then pulling the
dress down her legs and over her ankles, leaving her in thigh
high stockings and black bikini bottoms. Jeff got on his knees as
well and slipped his hands over her ass. She kissed his neck
again, and he returned the embrace as he slipped off the panties.
When her ass was bare, he took hold of her cheeks. Stanton took
off the panties and tossed them with her other clothes. 

"Want to feel my pussy now?" she asked. 

Jeff didn't answer verbally. Instead he slid a finger down to the
crack of her ass, and let it slide between her moist lips. It
dipped inside her, but even as he was still working his way
inside, Stanton moved her quim off him. She rolled over onto her
hands and knees. Now Jeff could see pudenda, framed by the full
round cheeks of her ass, and her legs in their thigh highs.
Stanton looked back with those bright blue eyes and smiled. "What
are you waiting for, stud?" 

Jeff moved quickly. He put a hand over the crease of her ass, and
used the other to guide his turgid cock to the seam of her twat.
His dick was wet with Stanton's spit, and he pushed in easily. He
moved a knee up and pushed off it to bury himself to the hilt. 

"Uhh," Stanton moaned. 

He moved both hands to her round ass, and took a kneading grip of
it as he rocked back and forth, coating himself with her juices.
When he glided easily Jeff began to really lay into her. With
youthful energy, he drove deep into her and pulled out quickly
again. Solid slapping sounds mixed with his grunts. 

Stanton almost squealed from the hard fucking. It felt so good
that she wanted to rock back to meet him. But instead she needed
him to tire himself out. She started to crawl away. Jeff moved
his hands to her waist and held in her place. Still she tried to
move, straining his muscles. 

Jeff banged away even harder. Stanton's weight rocked back and
forth, and her shoulders moved a great distance to and fro over
her hands. She tried to move away with her hands, and when she
did her weight collapsed so that her shoulders dropped to the
bed. Her ass tilted upward. Jeff plowed into her from above. 

"Oh, fuck," she cried. She was trying to make Jeff work hard, and
he did, to great effect. The wave of orgasm was building inside
her thighs. The pleasure started to crest, and when Jeff's cock
pulsed with his own climax, the pleasure hit her full force. 

"I'm coming," he called. Stanton simply tried to bite the
mattress. 

Jeff stopped his piston motion and his prick fell out of her. His
breathing was heavy and he rolled over onto his back and lifted
his arms above his head. He sucked in great lungfuls of air. 

Stanton rested a moment, allowing the echoes of her climax to
fade away into her now rubbery limbs. Then she slid off the bed.
"That was fantastic. You deserve first prize," she said as she
walked to the bathroom in her stockinged feet. There, she cleaned
up and washed her face. 

When she came back, Jeff was asleep. "Usually that's so
annoying," she thought. "But right now that's exactly what I
want." It was after 10:00. She dressed quickly, grabbed her cell
phone from her bag and stepped outside. 

* * * 

Neil Klein was pissed. The break was over, and his hand was back
on the truck. The remaining two competitors were also there, and
they looked hopeful. They could tell he was pissed off, and that
only made him more angry. He could not afford to waste energy
like that. 

Where the fuck was Jeff? At least he made the shake. But breaks
were key time, money time, and he wasn't there for a rubdown, or
a head massage. Neil had to put in his own eye drops, and he
hated that. At least the nimrod had made him the shake. A little
too much hot pepper, though. The last thing Neil needed was an
ass-burning shit in the morning. When he found Jeff he was going
to really let him have it. 

Not now though. Now he needed to conserve and get his mind ready
for the next break, when he would powernap. Jeff had better
fucking be there for that or his ass was as good as fired. 

* * * 

Maytag was returning to the RV when his cell phone rang. It was
Stanton. "Hey, Stanton, I have bad news," he said. 

"Shoot," she said. 

"Klein is clean as can be. He even declares the income from these
contests. I don't think we're going to be able to pick him up on
anything." 

"Jeff was making a 'power shake' for him when I found him. Maybe
they're using amphetamines or other drugs. Think that's PC for a
search of the car?" She described the vehicle and its location. 

There might just be probable cause, Maytag thought. He was going
to have to take a look. "Not a bad idea. Where are you?" he
asked. 

"I have Jeff and he's asleep. I think if we can keep him away
Neil might get off his game and make a mistake on his own. But I
may have to baby-sit." 

"OK," Maytag said. "I'll keep working from this end." He hung up
the phone and made his way to Neil's car. The lot stayed open
late because of the publicity stunt, so his search benefited from
the bright lights. Nevertheless, he failed to turn up anything
more powerful than over the counter pain killers, caffeine
tablets, and antacids. Even the caffeine tablets looked to be a
dead end. An adhesive note attached to the pad warned "Jeff-
emergency only - dehydrates you and wears you out - NK." Seems
Neil Klein was into clean living if not orthodox careers. 

Frustrated, Maytag made his way back to the RV. He didn't really
care about stopping Klein. If he wanted to make a living from
something this off-center, fine. But he wanted that I-Spy case
wrapped up. If that meant foiling Klein's contest effort, then
that was what he had to do. The question was how. Pondering that
subject, Maytag entered the dark RV distracted. 

"Uh, you're kind of cute, but I think you have the wrong
trailer," said a raspy alto voice. 

Maytag spun and saw two women in bathrobes sitting at the table
in the back of the RV. They looked to be playing cards at a small
circular table. 

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was looking for Alex Misky." 

"Well you found us instead," said the other one. Her voice was
higher pitched and had a slight twang to it. She had red hair and
a slight patch of freckles that spanned the tops of her cheeks
and the bridge of her nose. 

The other had short dishwater blond hair. Maytag thought he saw a
piercing on her eyebrow, but he was too far to be sure. She took
a drag from her cigarette and spoke again. "Don't be shy now that
you're already inside." 

Maytag knew these had to be Misky's models. He approached them
and watched as they took stock of him. As he got closer he saw
that the blonde did have a ring in her eyebrow. There was a stud
in her nose as well, on the other side of her face. 

"Shit, you're packing a gun," said the blonde. 

"I'm with the FBI," Maytag said. He showed them identification.
"I'm here at Mr. Misky's request." He appraised the blonde. Her
face had a lean look and her narrow brown eyes flickered with
intensity. "How did you guess that I was armed?" 

"I dated a detective for two years." 

"He met her in a club and then he couldn't stand what she did for
a living," the redhead proclaimed. Her face was rounder. She had
dark black eyes and the corners of her eyes turned down slightly.
More open, less piercing. "What a hypocrite!" 

"Maybe," said the first one. "But he was definitely jealous of
the money." 

"What if he was just worried for your safety?" Maytag asked. 

The blonde blew smoke out of her mouth and studied him a moment.
"Is that why you're here? Do you think we need protection?" 

"We need protection from boredom!" the redhead declared. "I've
done my nails like four times already this trip." 

"Who are you?" 

"Agent Gerald Maytag," he said. "And you?" 

"I'm Adrian," the redhead bubbled. "That's Cali." 

"A pleasure," Maytag said. 

"Of course it is," Cali said, flicking ashes. "I don't buy this
FBI thing. Misky doesn't pull that kind of weight. You don't look
like the goons he does know though. So what's the story? Did he
hear us talking about skipping out and bring you in to play watch
dog?" 

"It's so boring," Adrian said. "I can't take more of this." 

"Can it be that bad? It's only been a day or two," Maytag said. 

"It's not really," Adrian said. "We were just talking about maybe
leaving." 

Cali said. "And now here you are." 

"If it looks suspicious, I'm sorry. But trust me, I am with the
FBI and I am not here to hold anyone against their will." In
fact, thinking about his objective, if anything he was here to
help them get out faster. "In a way, I'm here to relieve you of
the boredom and get you back faster." 

"How?" Adrian asked. 

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