Outstripped (33 page)

Jody
smiled in return and retreated back to the foyer and the lifts. Time was
ticking.

A quick
text to Danni's new fangled phone provided a distinct SMS ring tone, instantly
recognized by her as the signal to interrupt her own proceedings and meet Jody
in the hallway outside Charlie's fifth floor hotel room.

Back
across town, our duo of delight and perfect performance took it upon themselves
to escort Luke and Graham back to their hotel. Graham was in no fit state for
any kind of continuation but Luke, on the other hand was still useful to Famke
and Aya. They were in need of rounding off their own evening's entertainment
and besides which, Jody still needed his flight itinerary and some scribbling’s
there on. More sex and more alcohol ought to do the trick nicely.

The lift
bell dinged! Jody stepped through the doors and considered which way to head.
Room 524, of which she had previously been advised, was to the right. Striding
confidently and quickly she turned the corner and saw Danni not twenty paces
ahead. Clearly the night had been going well for her, judging by the unruly
hair and blouse. As they approached one another for a quick hug and a euro peck
on each cheek, Jody also saw the slight smudge of lipstick, which gave almost
all the game away.

"How
are we doing?" asked Jody, guessing "Just fine," and hopefully
"On target."

"She's
absolutely trolleyed! Off her face!" replied Danni.

"Good.
Excellent, in fact."

"And
Damien's a pretty good snog for a gay guy."

"Yes,
yes, it looks like it," jumped in Jody with some real urgency about her.
Where are we up to? I mean how far have you got and how do we play it from
here?"

"We'll
she doesn't know what day it is now and Damien is still plying her with kisses
and alcohol. He's a bit nervous, you know. He's alright with the making out and
stuff, but he really doesn't want to fuck her, or me, or you for that
matter."

"OK,
let’s get in there then. Hang on. Make sure the lights are really dim. I don't
want her seeing me at all."

"They're
all off except one of the bedside lamps."

"Right,
um, come into the bathroom with me first. We'll turn that light on first and
then you go back to join them and turn the other one out. The darker, the
better, eh?"

"OK,
let’s go."

Upon
entering the room, all they could pick up was slurred speech and giggles. They
both dived in the bathroom. Jody checked her watch. Twenty-one minutes, she
noted. She flushed the toilet to hide their whispers and give Danni some sort
of excuse for her short-lived disappearance.

"Time
to get some clothes off," said Jody, quietly, smiling, before ushering
Danni out with a pat on her bum and turning her attentions to her
grab-bag
once more.

She
unzipped a side pocket and extracted two elongated objects, both in sealed
bags. The first was a considerably proportioned, realistic type vibrator. Soft
to the touch, life like even, with a little give and a bend. It had a few
modifications, however. 'Someone' had stripped it down to a bare shell with all
the inner workings removed. A small aperture had been cut in the tip and the
whole thing had been sterilized prior to being placed in the bag. The second
item was a long surgical syringe,
sans
needle,
in its original, sealed, and hence sterilized, bag.

Out came
the condoms from their incubation chamber, and with a level of expertise not
very often found outside nursing circles, Jody proceeded to vacuum up as many
of Luke's 'little Lukes' as possible before upturning the syringe and flicking
it in order to expel the small number of unavoidable air bubbles. She'd been
practicing, obviously.

Out in
the bedroom the warm up crew had got things moving.

"Damien
must be a bloody good actor," thought Jody as she watched from afar. She'd
all but closed the bathroom door and was now leaning on the corner of the
bathroom bulkheads, facing the lounge area, struggling to get her eyes
accustomed to the near darkness fast enough.

She
could just make out Damien going great guns, mouth to mouth, with Suzanne
whilst he fondled her breasts through her open blouse. Danni had her hands up
Suzanne's skirt, where Damien ‘feared to tread’, and was keenly pampering pussy
in an attempt to get some juices flowing. It was working. Legs began spreading,
temperatures were rising, and then the moaning started.

A little
more friendly persuasion from Danni down at the business end and it was time
for the third act. Damien stood up and extricated himself from his trousers.
Danni went in for a kiss in order to hide the fact Damien hadn't exactly risen
to the occasion.

Some
quick thinking from Jody was required. She sneaked up behind him and whispered,
"Close your eyes," to him, and though he tried, she wouldn't let him
turn to face her.

"My
what? Eyes?" slurred Suzanne.

"Yes.
Close them." Said Danni taking over.

Jody
wrapped her arms around Damien from behind him and slid down his torso to the
distinct lack of bulge in his shorts. Without touching the rest of him she
began ever so gently caressing his less than even semi-rigid manhood.

A
question Jody had asked herself many times leading up to this point, was
"How on earth do you encourage a hard on out of a guy when he's not
interested in girls?"

The
answer of course is with closed eyes,
his own
imagination and a very light touch. And it worked.

Up came
the 'little man' of the moment and Jody stood back again out of sight, proud of
her success though not so much as to consider a fully paid up membership of the
Fluffer's Union.

Damien
tapped Danni on the arm she was using to rummage around inside Suzanne's
knickers and then promptly dropped his boxer shorts. Danni unblocked Suzanne's
dim view and moved sideways out of the picture.

"That's
what we came for, eh?" Exclaimed Suzanne almost incoherently, now getting
drunkenly excited about the chance for some real action. "Come 'ere!"

But
before she lunged forward and grabbed Damien by the dick, he manhandled his
manhood out of her reach with a firm grip on his pride and joy.

Danni got
to grips with Suzanne's clothing, saying, "Let's get you out of these
then."

She
insisted on shuffling out of her skirt and panties first, in reverse order
to
most undressing games, then off came the blouse and the
bra. She plonked herself back down on the settee and slurred, "Come on
then, bring it to mommy."

But
Damien replied in the negatory with "Ah, ah," and whilst still
holding his rigid rogering device in one hand he circled his index finger with
the other.

Suzanne
obliged without any fuss and turned over to kneel on the carpet before him,
supporting the ever-increasing weight of her tired and inebriated body on the
settee and resting her
head,
almost face down in the
cushions.

"Ready!"
she squealed with a little cushion muffling thrown in.

Damien responded
and placated her urgency. "OK, here it comes. You just rest your eyes and
let me do the honours."

Then as
Jody stepped forward, out of the shadows once more, Danni and Damien, silently
picked up their belongings, and left the situation, the scene and the room to
our petit protagonist of premeditation.

On their
way out of there, Danni did a double take, but kept on walking all the same.
What she'd seen, in the dim and dark shadows, was a new dick in town. Only this
one was seemingly strapped to Jody's crotch.

An
almost
inaudible intake of breath and
exclamation gave her surprise away to Jody, who, making a mental note, would
retain this potentially useful information for a later date.

Jody
checked her watch.
Thirty four
minutes and counting…

Fortunately
the clicking of the door latch had no effect or impact on the pre-prepared and
prostrated pillow muncher that Jody was now kneeling down to address. Danni and
Damien had worked perfectly to Jody's plan, which although they were major role
players in, they were specifically and strategically to have no knowledge or
notion of the end game. It was for
their own
protection and plausible deniability if ever required. As we know, Jody was
particularly careful about her little secrets, and all her associates enjoyed
the fun and espionage of it all anyway. Hanging round Jody gave them all a
really good excuse for a bloody good time. They wouldn't miss these games for
anything.

 
Back to the action.........

Placing
her left hand on Suzanne's receptive but half
asleep
left buttock, she steadied and prepared herself. Taking an unfamiliar but firm
grip of the pre-lubed protuberance strapped to her nether regions, Jody began
rubbing the head up and down Suzanne's presented pussy area. Eventually finding
her bull's eye she pushed gently, and assuming she was in the right orifice,
went all in!

"Yeah,
baby!" Or mumblings to that effect, came from somewhere up the other end,
deep in cushion city.

Jody
wanted to keep communication to a minimum now, for obvious reasons and after
contributing
a
"Shhhh," for her part, she
began thrusting in and out. Of course we know she'd tried a little 'girl on
girl' action before, but this was a little different. She wasn't actually
attracted to this one, or used to the male function of fornication, for that
matter, so it was a little weird. But, she had every intention of ensuring
Suzanne got
fucked
, good and proper,
all the same and in more ways than one.

Suzanne
began moaning and Jody did her best with her thrusting. In and out and in and out,
but now having second thoughts about this kind of sexual act, decided it was
actually quite boring and, in this instance, perplexing at the same time.

"I
can't
see
what I'm doing. I can't
feel
what I'm doing. What's the fucking
point?" she thought. "Oh yes," she remembered inwardly and
picked up the specially constructed device of deviance from beside her.

Thirty seven
minutes!

Putting
her bottom in ‘reverse’ sufficiently to pull out 'the beast' from between
Suzanne's butt cheeks, she wetted her hand with the lube and juices from
surrogate knob number one and transferred sufficient levels, thereof, to number
two.

"This
was it!" She thought. "The moment of truth," and without further
delay gave it an almighty shove, right up to the hilt (her fingers), whilst
leaning into one side of Suzanne's still expectant rear end. Though she
couldn't quite tell any more. The muffled moaning and proclamations of pleasure
had subdued significantly, and for all she knew now, Jody was on her own in the
land of the living and conscious.

She
pulled out once again, then in. Once more for effect and good measure, then she
carefully bent down and pushed in the syringe plunger, instantly introducing a
gazillion or more of Luke's little swimmers to Suzanne's baby-making bits.

It was a
long shot.

It was a
very
long shot.

But, as
all the self-proclaimed insemination experts say on the Interweb thingy,
"You have a potential window of about an hour to put your sperm to good
use."

Jody had
put all the sperm she could muster to good use within a respectable
thirty nine
minutes, tops.

Whether
or not it would work, was a long shot, as already mentioned. Twice. But Jody
believed it was worth a try. As we know, it most definitely worked a treat, but
if it hadn't, everything would still have been worth it.

Immensely
satisfied with her devilish and deviant acts of retribution, Jody manhandled
Suzanne's comatose carcass onto the bed and proceeded to remove all evidence of
their presence from the room.

She
returned to the bathroom to collect her things and placed the condoms in the
toilet bowl for Suzanne's discovery the following morning. They would suffice
as a clear indication of the evening's success and her triumph in the
conversion of a previously and notably gay Steward. At least that's what she'd
be likely to conclude anyway.

Next,
Jody collected a number of important corroborating items, including: Suzanne's
scanty and still moist, yet soon to be DNA encrusted, pink knickers and a few
sheets of hotel letterhead and branded envelopes.

As she
calmly left the hotel she checked the bar area for any signs of Alex and his
own evening's prey. They were no-where to be seen, as expected, and she
envisaged the careful carving of an extra notch on his gun barrel, before
making her way through the big glass doors out front once more.

Stopping
at the pavement's edge Jody looked upwards to stare deeply and dreamily at the
stars. She smiled then took a long, deep breath of crisp Christmas air and
congratulated herself and her team.

There
was still a long, long way to go, but right now, right here, the air tasted
clean, the atmosphere was magical and Jody felt pretty damn good about herself.