Running his own hotel, Mike Hunt has to struggle to make ends meet, so he turns Room 69 into a state-of-the-art chamber and then watches the money roll in.
But nympho waitresses, a sex-crazed chef, and a bartender obsessed with adult movies don't make ideal hotel staff, and big trouble awaits when his enterprise is infiltrated by an attractive undercover policewoman...
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Dashing upstairs to the devious blonde's room, Mike took the skeleton key from his pocket and let himself in. She wasn't there, but he noticed her police-issue notebook lying on the bed. Flicking through the pages, he grinned as he read her scrawl.
Counting the rows of windows outside the hotel, it's obvious that there's a fourth floor. Cleverly, the staircase has been removed and the lift only ascends to the third floor, but that didn't fool me! As yet, I've been unable to reach the mysterious top floor. But being a highly competent, up-and-coming young WPC with plenty of initiative, I'm going to climb the fire escape and gain access.
Slinging the notepad on the bed, Mike rocketed from the room and took the lift to the top floor. What he'd do if he discovered Wendy Widegroin snooping around room sixty-nine, he had no idea. No normal hotel rooms contained spanking frames, dildos, whips, handcuffs, vibrators... there was no way he could innocently explain away the sex equipment!
Entering the original room sixty-nine, he focused on the padded frame, picturing Widegroin's naked body bent over the bar, her wrists cuffed to her ankles, her rounded buttocks projected, positioned for a damned good whipping. Must get hold of a spanking paddle.
"Well, the bitch isn't here," he murmured, turning on his heels to leave the room. Hearing muffled movements in the hall, he tiptoed across the carpet and hid behind the door. Holding his breath as the door slowly opened, he was determined to put an end to Widegroin's snooping - even if it meant thrashing her naked buttocks until she begged for mercy!
"Ah, Miss Widegroin!" he grinned as she crept into the room and ran her hand over the wooden frame. "What are you doing up here?"
"Oh! I... I seem to have got lost!" she gasped, surprised, turning to face him. "I was looking over the hotel and..."
"And you climbed the fire escape to this floor?" Mike smirked, closing and locking the door.
"No, no I..."
Slipping the key into his pocket, he leaned against the door. "That's a nice dress you're wearing, would you mind taking it off?"
"Taking it off?" the sensuous sleuth echoed, her inquisitive blue eyes widening with fear.
"I'm sure you'd look far better naked - WPC Widegroin!"
"Oh! Er... you know about..."
"Yes, I know all about you, Inspector Prickwipe - and Operation Harlot! I'm usually a very placid man, Wendy - quiet, calm... I'm happy-go-lucky most of the time but, when people deliberately rile me, I become upset."
"I was only staying here for a few days to have a break, to get away from it all. I got lost - I wasn't snooping around, if that's what you think."
"No, that's not what I think - that's what I know. I read your notebook, the comments about the top floor. I also listened in to your phone call to Inspector Prickwipe. The problem I have now is, what do I do with you?"
"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?"
"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."
"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?"
"Allow me to teach you, Wendy."