Page 32 of Spring UnVeiled
“Don’t forget you’re going to be wearing a wire.And a camera.”Lieutenant JG Kadel reminded them.
“Nothing says I have to take my clothes off to fuck.”Chief Andrew Willis had everyone laughing again.
“How am I supposed to record the expenses for this op?”Leave it to the platoon chief to think about the paperwork.“Hand job, twenty-five dollars with five-dollar tip.Blowjob, fifty bucks.No tip.She sucked.”
Even Dylan couldn’t help but laugh at that one.He was going to have to call Commander Dennis and get the paperwork straight.Even though his men had been overseas and training where they couldn’t spend much, they shouldn’t have to use their own money.
By the end of the day, Chiefs Ringer and Willis had invitations to the party that night.
Over the next few nights, Dylan’s men partied at Miss Nami’s and gathered more and more information.He didn’t know whether to be thrilled with their successful mission or sick at all the SEALs involved.
“Sir, we snagged you and the JG invitations to tonight’s party.”Chief Willis announced during the daily briefing.“Thursday night it’s officers only.”
Dylan didn’t want to do this.He wasn’t into hookers.Never had been.He’d always needed some kind of connection with the women he’d fucked, even if it only involved conversation over supper.With an exchanged glance with his friend Adam, they took the information.
Thant night, after paying the hefty cover charge, which was twice as much as it was for the chiefs, they walked into the huge house in a very upscale neighborhood of San Diego.They’d seen compounds like this in several other countries, invaded a few, but opulent didn’t describe the huge house and manicured grounds surrounded by a twelve-foot wall.
Scantily clad girls in sky-high heels and lace lingerie practically attacked them with trays full of high-end liquor and glasses.
Dylan opted for vodka, which he pretended to sip until he covertly poured it into a plant.Another appeared immediately.He was shocked at the number of sailors, snapping pictures constantly with the hidden camera in his unneeded glasses.Adam was wearing a button camera that night, hopefully getting even more pictures.
It looked as though they cleverly separated the men by rank.He wandered through the huge rooms on either side of the foyer, paying more attention to the architecture of the house than the women.He was turned away by a bouncer when he approached a small doorway, but not before he got a look inside at the men with military haircuts sprinkled with silver.The bruiser looked familiar and carried himself as if he were SpecOps-trained.Dylan grabbed a picture of him more out of curiosity than as part of their mission.
After several girls attempted to lure him into the bedrooms, he agreed to take the one with the best English.
When they entered the room, he checked for cameras.
“What you doing?I down here.”The girl pulled his head down and his hands automatically went to her small hips.
“Are we being filmed?”He asked just above a whisper.
When she didn’t answer, he increased the pressure on her hips.He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want her to get in trouble when they didn’t have sex.
She shook her head and pointed up.“Rooms upstairs are for special guests.Miss Nami taught us to stay out of pictures.No camera here.”
Dylan let out a long breath.“Good, because I don’t want you to get in trouble.We’re not going to have sex.I just want to talk.”
She gave him a salacious smile as she crawled onto the bed.“You watch me do things?”
“No.”Dylan sat down in the only chair in the room.“I want to know about you.Just talk.”Then he quickly added, “I’ll tip you well.”
“Just talk?”She crawled off the bed and came around the back of the chair.Dylan hated having someone at his back, but when she started to massage his shoulders, was not about to tell her no.
“You tense.I relaxed you.”
When he began his interrogation, he quickly discovered that he could tell she was lying so he pulled her around to face him.She immediately straddled his lap and continued rubbing his shoulders and neck.Of course, his dick got hard.He could feel her heat through the thin scrap of cloth she wore through his khaki slacks.
He hadn’t been with a woman since Kylie.He wondered if he called her if she’d go out with him again.He could grovel.He really had been a dick.
Dylan forced his attention back to the mission, only to realize the girl was now stroking him through his pants.
“I take care of this.”She reached for his buckle and he grabbed her hands in one of his.
“No.Only talk,” he insisted, picking her up and planting her on the edge of the bed.He started asking questions and pulling out bills.He needed an easy question first, one he hoped she wouldn’t lie about.
“What’s your name?”
She gave him what was supposed to be a salacious smile.“What you want my name be?Big sailor can call me anything you want.”
