1 . #4
“Thank you.” Mona smiled at the girl and stepped through the curtain. Delilah then lead her down the hall and opened a door to a small but comfortably lit room with incense burning on a small table at one end and a large massage table in the middle.
“If you want to disrobe to however you’re comfortable and lay on the table, one of us will be right with you.” Delilah smiled and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Mona set her bag next to the table and looked over the room, then slipped off the straps of her swimsuit and pushed it down.
On the far wall was a large mirror and she stopped to admire her breasts as she took off her swimsuit.
For her age, they were still firm and perky, though she had surgical help with that.
Then she turned to take in the sight of her thonged ass.
It was the backside of a much younger woman, and Mona took pride in keeping it in perfect shape.
Then she pushed down her swimsuit and set it down on her bag, then climbed onto the table, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it about halfway up her round, full backside. Once she was situated, she rested her head on her arms, closed her eyes, and waited.
Mona didn’t have to wait long, as a moment later, there was a knock, and then the door opened.
“Well, I hear we have a special guest.” A voice said.
It wasn’t Delilah or the other girl from the beach. This one was softly accented and silky, like a smooth tea.
“We’re just visitors looking to relax.” Mona grumbled, not bothering to turn her head or open her eyes.
“I am very honored that you chose here, you will not regret it.”
Mona heard a cap opening, and then the woman’s delicate, well practiced fingers gently rubbed lotion across Mona’s back. Each movement of her hands was deliberate and planned, and slowly, Mona felt the tension in her shoulders start to loosen.
“Much stress here.” The woman’s fingers danced across Mona’s shoulder blades.
“Oh you can’t imagine.” Mona sighed.
“I know just the thing to help with that.” The woman’s silky voice answered.
“Oh please…” Mona exhaled, and then smelled something else. If it was a massage oil, it wasn’t like anything she had ever smelled before.
Then a cloth was pressed over her face and the smell became overpowering. Mona’s eyes shot open.
“Mmmphhh! Mmmm!” She cried, lifting her head as the smell invaded her senses.
Already she could feel her body shutting down, every muscle going limp.
“Ummmm mmmmpph!” She squirmed, looking up at the mirror on the far wall to see a thin Asian woman with short dark hair and piercing gray eyes holding Mona’s back with one hand while holding a white cloth over her mouth and nose with the other.
“Urrmmmm… hmmm…” Mona moaned, and then everything went black.
2.
“So how do I get myself a little number like this?” Marianne tugged at the strap of Felicia’s bikini top, causing the police woman to flush with embarrassment.
Part of her knew that Marianne’s cheekiness was all for the camera. After all, her viewers tuned in to see her running around in revealing clothing while interviewing someone else just as scantily clad, but still, Felicia couldn’t help but enjoy the attention.
“Well this is Marston’s Pointe Beach Patrol standard issue.” Felicia smiled and stood straight, puffing out her chest so the camera could get a shot if the police badge over her breast.
“What about this, can I be deputized?” Marianne reached over and touched the badge.
Felicia tried not to pay attention as Amy maneuvered to get a shot of the badge, and Felicia’s cleavage.
“I don’t know, do you have any law enforcement experience?” Felicia smiled, deciding to be cheeky back.
“So I have to catch a bad guy to get my own police bikini?” Marianne gasped for the camera.
Despite the attention the blond had been showering on Felicia, there was still no illusion, this was Marianne’s show.
“I think so.” Felicia shrugged and smiled.
“Now,” Marianne pulled at the side of Felicia’s bikini bottom. “Are the thongs standard issue too? Like is the uniform regulation that it has to be a thong?”
“Officers not wearing a thong will be subjected to disciplinary action.” Felicia smiled, causing Marianne’s jaw to drop as she turned to the camera.
“Did you hear that? It’s thongs or nothing at all.” The blond gasped to the camera.
Felicia crossed her arms and smirked, proud of herself for holding her own opposite Marianne.
“Well,” Marianne turned back to Felicia. “Let’s go catch some bad guys so I can have my own police thong bikini.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Felicia smiled.
“And if I catch a bad guy you promise to deputize me?”
“Yes I do.” Felicia laughed again.
“Let’s go fight some crime!” Marianne took off running down the beach, buttocks heaving in the afternoon sun.
Felicia took off running after her, hearing Amy and Mindy following. All she could think was that Marianne’s viewers would love this episode, two thong clad ladies running down the beach.
All we need is it to be in slow motion. Felicia thought as she jogged after Marianne, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she knew that was probably what the video editor would do,
slow it down so the viewers could linger on Marianne and Felicia’s butt cheeks bouncing up and down with every step they took.
As if to confirm this thought, Felicia turned her head to see Amy huffing and puffing as she tried to keep up, and Mindy wasn’t doing much better, falling even further behind than the camerawoman.
Felicia slowed a bit, hoping to give the rest of the crew time to catch up, and turned to see Marianne gesturing for her to hurry.
“Come on!” Marianne flashed her dazzling white smile.
“What about them?” Felicia jogged forward and motioned to the crew behind her.
“They’ll catch up, come on!” Marianne ran forward, heading towards a walkway leading off the beach and to a large parking structure beyond.
Felicia knew of the parking building, it was practically abandoned.
Every now and then she would bust some kids trying to party in it.
The large, gray building was well worn and looked like it was something that had washed up out of the ocean decades before.
Inside there was plenty of evidence that vagrants and homeless used it as a hotel.
“Marianne hold up.” Felicia hurried to catch up with the blond.
“Come on, let’s go.” Marianne gestured toward the parking structure and picked up the pace.
“What are you doing, let’s stay on the beach.” Felicia tried to catch her breath as she ran.
“That definitely looks like a place we would find bad guys.” Marianne continued towards the looming grey building.
“I’m sure if we continue along the beach we can…” Felicia trailed off as Marianne bent over and stuck out her thong clad ass.
“Come on Felicia, you know you want to.” She laughed and hurried forward.
Felicia slowed a bit, furrowing her brow. Was Marianne just being sexy for the camera, or was she attempting to seduce Felicia? Or was she trying to get Felicia to play along with a little teasing? There was really only one way to find out, and Felicia hurried along to catch up.
Marianne had reached the decaying parking structure and fell out of sight, causing Felicia to pick up her pace.
“Marianne!” She called as she hurried to where she had last seen the blond woman.
There was no reply, and suddenly the only sound was the waves behind her.
“Marianne!” Felicia called again.
In a decaying concrete slab, a blond woman with classic Hollywood good looks wearing a thong bikini would stick out, but it seemed like Marianne had just vanished into thin air.
Felicia stood at the bottom of a weed covered cement walkway leading up to the parking structure and peered in.
Sunlight poured in through the low cement walls, but still she could see nothing, nor could she hear anything.
Gritting her teeth, Felicia placed one hand on her holster and stormed up the walkway.
The cement was warm on her bare feet, but since most of Felicia’s time was spent on the beach, she often didn’t wear shoes when she was on the job.
She regretted not wearing shoes even more when she stepped inside of the parking structure and saw all the garbage covering the ground, not to mention the smell…
Felicia took a breath and looked up. She was a cop, she couldn’t let garbage and putrid stenches stop her from doing her job.
“Marianne?” She called again, walking forward with one hand still on the butt of her weapon.
The concrete was covered with cracks, like wrinkles lining an ancient face, and weeds and grass were sprouting from the breaks in the stone surface.
Nature was doing its best to reclaim this spot, which was fine with Felicia.
She pressed forward on her tip-toes, listening for any sound that would give away Marianne’s position.
Every instinct told Felicia to pull her gun, but it was possible the TV host was playing a joke on Felicia, hiding behind a corner ready to pop out and scare her, and if so, Felicia didn’t want to reflexively pull the trigger on the unsuspecting woman.
Another possibility crossed her mind, that Marianne had fallen or a piece of concrete had broken off and fallen on her beautiful blond head, and if so, she might be unconscious somewhere.
Felicia didn’t have to wonder for long though, as a voice echoed through the crumbling building.
“Help! Felicia help!”
Felicia stiffened, her heart racing.
“Marianne, where are you?” She cried, listening to pinpoint the blond woman’s location.
“Help, help-mmmmph!” Marianne was cut off, either by someone putting a hand over her mouth or gagging her, but it sounded like it was coming from the far end of the parking structure.
Felicia bolted forward, unclipping her weapon from it’s holster. As she ran, she heard another sound: an engine peeling out, followed by the screech of tires.
Oh no… Felicia hurried on.
Then a second later, a very old, beat up looking van came careening up a ramp from a lower level, speeding directly towards Felicia.
She only had a few minutes to act, as the vehicle was hurdling directly towards her, and she dove out of the way, landing roughly on the dirty ground.