Hot Sheets

by Ray Gordon

  "Look, I'll leave the hotel and that'll be the end of the matter," she smiled, moving towards the door, towards Mike.

  "Oh, no, you can't leave," he said quietly menacingly, moving aside. "You can't leave because the door's locked."

  "But I have to..."

  "I don't want you to go running to Inspector Prickwipe with your stories about the fourth floor, Wendy. Surely, you can see the position I'm in? I'll have to keep you here, indefinitely."

  "You can't keep me here!" the blonde beauty protested, folding her arms over her pert breasts. "It's against the law to..."

  "Most things I do are against the law, so I wouldn't worry about that! OK, take your dress off."

  Twisting her long golden locks around her trembling fingers, her bottom lip quivering, the delectable young policewoman gazed fearfully at her captor. There was no escape, she knew, and she'd left her radio alarm in her room. Looking down at her turquoise dress, she toyed hesitantly with the buttons. In her naivety, she hoped that, by allowing the man to scrutinize her naked body, she'd be given her freedom.

  "I'm waiting," Mike smiled nonchalantly, feasting his eyes on her shapely thighs and wondering whether he should shave her pubes off.

  "Look, this is silly!" she giggled nervously. "I can't take my dress off in front of a stranger! Apart from anything else, it's against police policy."

  "I'm not a policeman, so the policy doesn't apply. Allow me to strip you."

  "No, no!" she cried as Mike stood before her and reached out to unbutton her dress. "Look, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. I know - how about employing me as one of your girls?"

  "Girls?"

  "Yes, you know, one of your call girls."

  "What do you know about call girls?"

  "Well, nothing, I just..."

  "Yes, yes I like that idea very much!" Mike beamed. "OK, Wendy, I'll take you on! But I'll have to see your wares first, so strip off and show me your unofficial assets."

  Hesitantly unbuttoning her dress, Wendy slipped the garment over her shoulders. She had no choice, she knew - she either played the game or... or what? she wondered. Noticing the cat of nine tails leaning menacingly against the wall in the corner of the room, her eyes widened as her dress slipped down her curvaceous body and draped her feet.

  Nodding his head agreeably, Mike focused on her alert nipples, her firm rounded breasts. She was wearing blue silk panties, he observed, casting his eyes over the swelling triangle of material veiling her full labia. His penis hardening as he imagined slipping his truncheon into the wet heat of her tight sex cell, he waited expectantly.

  "Well, there we are," Wendy smiled, projecting her pert breasts as she kicked her dress aside and stepped out of her shoes. "So, when do I start?"

  "I haven't seen your wares yet," Mike replied, his eyes still focused on her bulging panties. "I'll need to see you in all your naked glory before..."

  "I'm not going to take my knickers off!" the young woman remonstrated.

  "Wendy, if you're to become one of my girls, how on earth are you going to satisfy the punters with your panties on?"

  "Well, I'll take them off when..."

  "You'll take them off now, Wendy."

  Resigning herself to the fact that she had to exhibit her most intimate femininity to her captor, Wendy slipped her thumbs between her shapely hips and the tight elastic of her panties. This was all part of her job, she decided, tugging the flimsy material down, revealing her triangular patch of sparse blonde pubes. If she wanted promotion, she had no choice other than to bare her sexual centre and gain the scoundrel's confidence - become one of his call girls.

  "Very nice!" Mike praised her as she pulled her panties down to her knees, her gaping vaginal crack unashamedly displayed. "OK, take your panties off and bend over the frame," he instructed her.

  "Bend over?" she asked, her face flushing with embarrassment as she cast her fearful eyes over the padded bar.

  "Yes, if I'm to examine your wares properly, you'll have to stand with your feet wide apart and bend over the frame."

  "But..."

  "You do want to work for me, don't you?"

  "Well, yes, but..."

  "You'll earn ten times as much working for me than you do as a policewoman."

  "You're not going to do anything, are you? I mean, you only want to look, don't you?"

  "Yes, I only want to look. I do this with all my new girls, Wendy. There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just that I have to make sure you're right for the job."

  Kicking her panties off her feet and moving towards the frame, Wendy tentatively bent her naked body over the bar, praying that her humiliating ordeal would soon be over. It was all in the line of duty, she tried to convince herself as she clasped her shins, her vaginal lips bulging alluringly between her parted thighs. Any good policewoman would have done the same in her position - wouldn't they?

  "Yes, perfect!" Mike praised her, focusing on her pink inner lips unfurling invitingly between her firm, swollen sex cushions. Grabbing two lengths of rope, he knelt behind her and deftly lashed her wrists to her lower legs before she could realize what he was doing. Trying to pull free, she protested as Mike stood up and lovingly stroked her ballooning cunt lips.

  "Please, you must untie me!" she cried as his finger slipped into her wet cuntal sheath and massaged her inner sex flesh.

  Slipping his creamy-wet finger out of her vagina, he grinned. "Untie you? Why on earth would I want to do that? As I said, I have to make sure that you're suited to the job, Wendy. And that means that I have to fuck you."

  "No! You just dare!" the trussed bird squawked as she looked up between her long legs to see Mike haul his erect penis out of his trousers.

  "Don't you want me to fuck you?"

  "No, of course I don't!"

  "In my experience, I've always found that a good fucking brings people closer."

  "I don't want to be closer to you!"

  "Of course you do, it's public relations - ask your boss. Didn't they teach you that at policewoman training college?"

  "Teach me..."

  "Allow me to teach you, Wendy."

  Running his purple glans up and down his cute captive's hot sex valley, Mike again wondered what to do with the policewoman after he'd fucked her, spunked up her tight cavern. He could hardly keep her prisoner but, on the other hand, he couldn't let her go running back to Dickwipe. No one would know she was being held prisoner on the fourth floor, he reflected. All he'd have to say was that she'd checked out, and that would be that. Dickwipe could search her room, search the entire hotel if he so wished - but he'd find nothing.

  Driving his cock deep into her tightening vagina, he gasped as his knob pressed against the soft hardness of her sex-wet cervix. "This is..." she cried, her naked body jolting as Mike withdrew his penis and repeatedly drove his knob into her tight sex canal. "You'll end up in prison for this!"

  "I'll end up spunking in your fanny," Mike chuckled, grabbing her hips and fucking her with a vengeance. "God, you've got a tight cunt!"

  "You needn't think you're going to get away with this. I'll see to it that... oh, oh! I'll see to it... ah! Oh, God!"

  "Like it?" Mike asked the panting policewoman as he rammed into her lust sheath.

  "No, no, I... I don't! Ah, God, that's... this wasn't mentioned in the police charter!"

  "No, I don't suppose it was!"

  "Oh, it's..."

  "Heavenly?"

  "No, it's... it's dreadful!"

  "I'm going to spunk up your cunt, WPC!"

  "No, you mustn't! Ah, oh!"

  Thrusting his purple headed warrior deep into the policewoman's tightening lust duct, Mike forced her tensed buttocks wide apart and focused on the small entrance to her bowels. He'd take her bottom sheath next, he decided as she began shaking violently. She was also in line for a thrashing, he mused, casting his eyes over the unblemished taut skin covering her beautifully rounded bottom orbs. But first, he'd pump his spunk deep into her a
ccommodating cunt!

  "Oh, please!" she gasped as her vaginal muscles tightened, lovingly hugging Mike's pistoning cock. "Oh, my gosh, I'm..."

  "God, so am I!" Mike breathed, his heavy balls in dire need of draining as his knob throbbed in the beginnings of his orgasm. "Here it comes!"

  His sperm jetting from his pulsating glans, oiling the woman's tight sex cylinder, he rammed into her again and again, filling her gripping cunt with his orgasmic spend. The wedding guests, Inspector Dickwipe, Harold Gloom, Mr Gill - all faded into a euphoric sexual haze as he pursued his favourite pastime.

  "Mike, the guests are arriving!" Hammering on the door, Dave pricked his spunk bubble.

  "So am I!" Mike bellowed, his knob gliding into Wendy's sperm-drenched vagina.

  "Quickly, you have to come!"

  "I am bloody coming!"

  "The bride's here, she wants to see you."

  "Christ, in a minute!"

  Finishing his penile thrusting, draining the last of his sex seed, Mike stilled his trembling body. His sensitive glans buried deep within his prisoner's gushing pussy, he focused again on her tight anal portal, wondering whether to give her a good rear-ender before attending to the wedding guests. There was no rush, he concluded as he withdrew his drowning cock from her brimming cunt. WPC Widegroin was going to be around for some time to come!

  "You must let me go now!" she sobbed, her long blonde hair fanning out over the floor.

  "Didn't you like it?" Mike murmured as his purple plum slid out of her spasming sex slit.

  "Yes, no, I mean... please, let me go now!"

  "Sorry, but I can't do that," he replied, zipping his trousers. "I'll be back later to give you one up your bum."

  "That's against the law!" she remonstrated, tugging on the ropes.

  "It's not against my law! See you later."

  "You can't leave me like this!"

  Taking the lift to the ground floor, Mike entered the foyer to find a dozen or so people milling around. The last thing I need, he thought as the bride approached him in her virgin-white wedding dress. Now she really was a stunning woman, he observed. And the bridesmaids are absolutely... Christ, what am I thinking?

  "Good afternoon," he greeted the soon-to-be-fucked young woman. "Welcome to Stokepot Towers, and congratulations on your wedding."

  "Thank you," the radiant bride smiled, lifting her white veil from her angelic face. "Haven't I seen a picture of you in the local paper?"

  "If anyone else asks about the fucking... er, sorry. What I meant was..."

  "I was just wondering about the food, I thought there was to be a buffet in the dining room."

  "Yes, that's right. If you'll take your guests into the bar, I'll go and kick... I mean, I'll go and check with the chef." Wonder whether she has a virgin pussy?

  "Most of my guests are in the bar, but there's no one to serve them."

  "Really? That's odd," Mike frowned, making his way through the crowd to the bar. If that bastard's passed out I'll...

  Leaning over the bar, he sighed to see Paul unconscious on the floor. This really was the last straw! he reflected. Paul might be good at setting up video cameras and sorting the lift out, but that didn't atone for his drunkenness, his dreadful alcoholism. I'll kick him in the bollocks for this! Pushing through the growing crowd, he managed to reach the dining room to find Goldie chatting to Trudie.

  "Don't you two realize that there are forty guests out there?" he asked angrily.

  "We were just..." Goldie began.

  "Get behind the bar!" he stormed at the girl. "Trudie, get the buffet sorted out this instant or I'll shove a video camera up your fanny and pump pictures of your cervix around the hotel!"

  "I was just about to start it!" the girl returned peevishly. "God, you're in a bad mood!"

  "A bad mood? A bad fucking mood! Christ, the tables should have been assembled, clean cloths put on and the food laid out an hour ago!"

  "I was talking to Goldie about..."

  "Do it now or I'll shove my head up your fanny and chew your cervix off!"

  "Yes, sir! Oh, by the way, while you were fucking that woman in room sixty-nine I took a couple of bookings for this evening."

  "How do you know that I was..."

  "The TV, I saw the whole thing, mate."

  "You're not allowed to touch that TV!"

  "Sorry."

  "So, two more kinky punters for tonight, that is good news!" Mike smiled, his mood lightening. "Where are Nancy and Cecilia?"

  "They went into town, but they'll be back in time for the punters."

  "Good, the more girls the better. Oh, clear out Widegroin's personal belongings from her room. Shove everything into a plastic bag and hide it behind the boiler in the basement."

  "Her clothes, too?"

  "Yes, everything."

  "What are you going to do with her?"

  "Let me worry about that. OK, get your fanny into gear!"

  Leaving the dining room, Mike ushered the noisy guests into the bar, praying that all would go well. Apart from the money from the wedding reception, he'd make another four hundred pounds that night from his even seedier fare. Things were definitely looking up, he reflected, as the bride emerged from the bar.

  "Is there somewhere I can change?" she asked, gathering up the train of her dress.

  "Yes, go up the stairs to room three. Ah, on second thoughts, use room eleven!" Mike grinned excitedly, remembering the video camera concealed in the room. Moving behind the desk, he grabbed the key from the hook. "Just drop the key on the desk when you've finished."

  "Thank you," the unsuspecting video star replied, taking the key. "Oh, should you see my husband, will you tell him that I won't be long?"

  "Yes, of course."

  Perched expectantly behind the desk, Mike turned the monitor on and switched to room eleven. Might as well feast my eyes on the delicious young bride, he thought as several guests wandered out of the bar asking where the toilets were. Directing them up the stairs, Mike gazed at the monitor, watching the bride haul herself out of her dress. Standing in her bra and panties, she was a rare beauty, he observed. Her husband was a lucky man! Lucky, that was, until his wife started feigning headaches and denying him sex.

  Leaning forward eagerly as the bride slipped her panties down her curvaceous legs, he stared open-mouthed as a young man entered the room and began fondling her pussy crack. That's not her new husband, he observed as she tugged his zip down and pulled his erect penis out. What a way to begin married life!

  Switching the video recorder on, he pondered on the idea of blackmailing her, demanding sex in return for keeping quiet about her wanton adultery. "The bitter's run out," Goldie called, peering round the bar door.

  "Christ! All right, I'll go down and change it," Mike sighed, switching the monitor off. Just one moment's peace, that's all I ask.

  Bounding down the steps to the basement, he changed the barrel, wondering what to do with his pig of a prisoner. It had been a mistake to capture and fuck her, he reflected, but what else could he have done? Pondering on the idea of paying her off, giving her a few hundred pounds hush money, he returned to the foyer. Again, blackmail crossed his mind. Video tape the WPC enjoying the delights of the whip and threaten to send a copy to Pox Green police station!

  "Ah, Hunt, old boy!" Colonel Buckshot grinned as he blundered down the stairs. "What are all these people doing here?"

  "It's a wedding reception, Colonel."

  "A wedding reception, eh? By the way, I haven't seen Miss Chaste for some time."

  "She's probably in her room."

  "No, I've checked. Disappeared, she has - evaporated, don't you know!"

  "Perhaps she's gone out for a walk. I wouldn't worry about it."

  "Do you know, back in fifty-seven, I went out for a walk and met this horny little filly who..."

  "Look, I have things to do, Colonel. Why don't you go into the bar and have a large scotch?" Get pissed and pass out for the rest of the day.

>   "Ah, jolly good idea! Or was it fifty-six?"

  Sighing as the old boy wandered off, Mike dashed behind the desk and turned the monitor on. The bride's naked body sprawled across the bed, her legs open, the best man was kneeling on the floor between her feet, fervently lapping up her flowing girl juice. Gasping, tossing her head from side to side, her long dark hair dishevelled, he deduced she was about to come.

  "All ready!" Dave grinned, emerging from the dining room.

  "And about bloody time!" Mike returned without taking his eyes off the screen. "Tell the guests to go through. And remind me to..."

  "Will do."

  "Excuse me," the groom said as he approached the desk, adjusting his red carnation. "Have you seen my wife?"

  "Damned right I have! Er... I mean... I saw her earlier."

  "The best man's gone missing, too."

  "They'll soon come off... come back, I mean. The buffet's ready in the dining room if you'd like to tell the guests."

  Frowning as Inspector Dickwipe appeared through the entrance, Mike smelt trouble. The guests filing out of the bar and making their way to the dining room, he rehearsed his story - his blatant lies. WPC Widegroin had checked out and... Shit, I hope Trudie's cleared her room.

  "Good afternoon, Mr Hunt," the inspector grinned. "I've called to see the woman you have staying in room four, WPC... I mean, Miss Widegroin."

  "Miss Widegroin? Oh, yes, Wendy Widegroin. She's checked out, I'm afraid."

  "Checked out? She can't have done!"

  "Can't she?"

  "No, she... when did she leave?"

  "Several hours ago. She said something about running away from it all."

  "Did she say anything else?"

  "Er... yes, she mentioned something about her boss being a right bastard and she wasn't going to have anything to do with his evil plan to destroy other people's innocent fun. What she meant by that, I really don't know."

  "Other people's innocent... may I check her room?"

  "Yes, of course," Mike smiled, taking the key from the hook. "There you are, up the stairs on the first floor."

  "Thank you."

  As Dickwipe climbed the stairs, Mike rubbed his hands together gleefully. No doubt there'd be a full-scale hunt for the woman, but he was confident that they'd find nothing suspicious in the hotel and take their search elsewhere. Cringing as Harold Gloom emerged from the lift, he decided that the time had come to send him packing.