Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy
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I was running late, which is not my usual state of affairs. I’d spent the last few days trying to keep track of a serial killer and a conspiracy that was probably connected to the demon-infested body parts of the woman he’d murdered. In the process, I’d let my personal hygiene go by the wayside.
So, when I got to the club, I had to wait in line for a bit before I could get into the ladies’ room. When I finally made it inside, I found myself wishing I hadn’t bothered. The bathroom was crowded with women who looked like they’d been through hell.
They were all dressed as if they’d just come from an expensive dress shop, but their hair and makeup looked like they’d just escaped from a war zone. They were all beautiful, though, so even the ones who looked like they’d been crying were still gorgeous.
I noticed a lot of them looking at me as I waited for my turn in the mirror. A few of them smiled and nodded, others looked away, or just stared at me like I was an alien life form. One of them tried to talk to me, but I wasn’t in the mood for conversation, so I just ignored her. She gave up after a couple of minutes and left me alone.
When I finally made it to the sink, I washed my hands and face and then looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like crap. I’m not saying I’m some great beauty, but I’m not hideous either. My hair was a mess, my skin was blotchy, and there were dark circles under my eyes. It was time for a serious makeover.
“Damn it,” I muttered. “I can’t afford a new wardrobe, but I need to look halfway decent.”
I turned and headed back out into the club. I didn’t see anyone I recognized, so I walked around, hoping to spot someone who looked like they might be able to help me. I knew there would be a lot of people I didn’t know, but I’d never seen this many women wearing designer clothes at the same time before.
There were so many beautiful women that it was almost hard to believe they’d all been on the streets. I spotted a group of them near the bar and headed over.
“Hey, you guys know where I can find some shoes?” I asked.
“Shoes?” A tall blonde with red hair and blue eyes looked at me curiously. “What kind of shoes? What size are you looking for?”
“Oh, no, nothing fancy,” I said quickly. “Just something comfortable that won’t get stolen. I don’t have any money, but I’ll pay you later.”
“What do you need shoes for?” She frowned. “Are you planning on dancing?”
“Yeah, but I’ll be sitting down most of the time. I just want to wear something nicer than these flip-flops.”
“Then why aren’t you wearing nice shoes now?”
“Because I’ve been walking around in a dress for days. I’ve got blisters on my feet. I need a pair of sneakers or something.”
“I see. Well, I can’t help you.” She shook her head. “Sorry. You’re probably too small anyway. They’d be wasted on you.”
“Small? What, am I a dwarf?” I was a little offended. “I’m only five foot six, not that short. And I’m pretty sure I could walk in heels if I had to. But I guess you wouldn’t know that.”
“You’re probably right,” she said. “It’s just that I’ve seen a lot of really tall girls come in here lately. Probably one of them is wearing your size. I saw one yesterday, but I don’t know where she went.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I appreciate the offer. Maybe someone else will have an idea.”
“Well, good luck then,” she said.
I headed back to the bar, hoping I’d find someone else who might be able to help me. The bartender was a pretty redhead with brown eyes and freckles. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed off her cleavage. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but I noticed her lips were painted bright red.
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Yes, actually. I’m looking for some shoes. I’m trying to find a place where I can buy them cheap.”
“Why would you want to buy shoes? Do you need them?”
“No, not really. I just need something to wear so I don’t have to worry about my feet hurting while I’m sitting down.”
“Hmm… well, you’re welcome to use the women’s room. It’s empty right now.”
“I’m not looking for a bathroom.”
“Oh, okay. I didn’t mean to offend you.” She smiled at me. “Would you like a drink?”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
“I’ll get it for you.” She turned away.
A couple of minutes later, she handed me a glass filled with orange juice. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
She turned and walked back behind the bar. I took a sip of the juice, which was surprisingly good. I took another sip and then leaned back against the wall. I was surprised how comfortable I felt around this woman. She seemed friendly, and she didn’t seem to judge me for being a hooker. I wondered what her story was.
The club was filling up with new people, and I spotted a few familiar faces. The tall blonde was standing near the front door talking to a group of young men. They were all dressed in expensive suits, and they looked like they belonged on Wall Street. A few minutes later, they headed out the door.
“You’re still here?” She asked.
“Yes, I am,” I said. “I was just watching the guys who left. I thought maybe I could make a sale.”
“What makes you think you can sell something to these guys? They probably wouldn’t be interested in buying shoes from a hooker.”
“No, but I bet they’d be interested in seeing one.”
“That’s a pretty big assumption to make.”
“Okay, then let me tell you my plan. I’m going to take off my dress. Then I’m going to sit down on the bar stool. Then I’ll ask them if they want to buy me a drink. If they do, I’ll flash them a little bit of cleavage. And then we’ll see what happens.”
“What’s the point?” She shook her head. “It won’t work.”
“Maybe not, but it’s worth a try. It might even be fun.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. But you know what, I’m going to get some rest. I’ve got a busy night ahead of me.”
“Okay, thanks for the drink.”
“No problem. I hope your plan works.”
I took another sip of the juice and headed back to the women’s room. The door was unlocked, and I stepped inside. The place was empty. I closed the door behind me and locked it. Then I dropped my dress onto the floor.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My body was slim, but I had a nice hourglass figure. I smiled as I admired my breasts. I liked showing them off, and I knew guys loved to look at them.
“Why are you smiling?” A voice asked from behind me.
I turned around and saw a petite girl wearing a pair of black high heels. She was wearing a tight, short skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was long and blonde, and she had bright blue eyes. She was smiling at me.
“You’re not a hooker, are you?” She asked.
“No, I’m not. What makes you say that?”
“Well, I mean, I just saw you walk in here with a bunch of other hookers. Then you went into the men’s room. Now you’re in here alone.”
“Oh… yeah. That’s right. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone else was still in here.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, I don’t. Why do you ask?”
“Because I think you look really pretty. And I’d like to buy you a drink.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Do you want to come over there with me or stay here by yourself?”
“Stay here, please.”
“Okay, then I’ll be right back.” She turned and walked away.
I took off my shoes and slipped them off my feet. I bent down and placed them on the ground next to me. Then I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I let it slide off my shoulders and drop to the floor.
I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and threw it onto the pile of clothes. Then I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I stepped out of it and slid my feet into my shoes.
I looked at myself in the mirror again. I had a few tattoos, but they were all small and hidden by my clothes. I knew some of them would show through the fabric of my panties, but I didn’t care. I was going to be sitting on the bar stool, so I wouldn’t be showing anything anyway.
I grabbed a couple of towels from the stack on the floor and wrapped them around my waist. I then walked out of the bathroom and headed for the front door. The girl was waiting outside. She smiled as I approached her.
“What a beautiful body,” she said. “I like your tattoos too.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
We walked to the bar and took a seat at a table near the entrance. A few minutes later, a waiter came over and gave us each a glass of juice. I glanced around the club, and I spotted a tall man standing near the dance floor. He was watching me.
“Is that guy one of your regulars?” She asked.
“Yeah, he’s a regular.”
“He looks really cute. Is he single?”
“Yes, he is. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I was just wondering if I could take him home with me tonight.”
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“Why not? I mean, I thought we were just talking about buying drinks. You know, flirting a little bit.”
“Flirting is fun, but I’m not sure you can flirt with a married guy. And I don’t think you should be asking me for advice about that anyway.”
“Okay, I see. Well, if you don’t want to go home with him, I’ll buy a drink for another guy instead.”
“No, I think you should keep your money. I’d rather have a different kind of fun.”
“Okay, well what do you suggest?”
“I think I’d like to kiss you.”
“Really? Where?”
“Right here, on the table. I’ll give you a couple of minutes to get ready.”
I nodded and placed my hands on the table. She leaned over and kissed me. It was nice, but not too intense. We pulled back and looked at each other.
“How about now?” She asked.
“That was good.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Sure, I’d like that.”
She leaned in again, and this time she kissed me more aggressively. Then she pulled back and smiled at me. She reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked down at it. I had a black ring on my middle finger.
“Is that a wedding band?” She asked.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Do you mind if I take it off?”
“No, of course not.”
She placed her fingers under the ring and lifted it up. I felt it slide off my finger, and then she set it down on the table. Her fingers brushed against mine as they moved away. I took a sip of my juice and watched her place her ring on the table. She leaned in and kissed me again. This time she put a little more passion into it. Our lips met, and we slowly started to move our heads toward each other.
Then suddenly, her right hand slid down my back, and she reached around and grabbed my ass. I didn’t know what to do, so I just let her pull me closer. We kept kissing, and our tongues met.
She pulled away from me and looked at me. “Why don’t you turn around and sit on the bar stool?”
“Okay, I guess.”
I turned around and sat down. She stood up and walked behind me. Then she unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it off my shoulders. I heard her undoing the buttons on my skirt, and then I felt it sliding down my hips. I quickly pushed it down over my feet and kicked it off. I was sitting there in my underwear.
“Do you have any tattoos?” She asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“Can I see them?”
“I guess.”
I reached back and pulled my hair to the side. I let my hair fall down to my shoulders, and then I lifted my arm and showed her the small tattoo on my shoulder.
“You have a few more than that,” she said. “Do you mind if I take a look?”
“I’m not sure. What are you going to do?”
“Just lift your shirt up a little bit and show me.”
“Okay.”
I reached behind me and lifted my shirt up, revealing my small tattoos. She rubbed her fingers over them, and then she lowered my shirt and looked at me again.
“That’s a beautiful body.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“Now, you’ve got me curious about this tattoo on your back.”
“It’s just a tribal design. I like it.”
“Why don’t you turn around and show me?”
I turned around and raised my shirt up again. She ran her fingers over the tattoo and then pulled her hand away.
“Is that a dagger? Or is it a dragon?”
“It’s a dagger. It’s a symbol of courage for me.”
“You’re brave, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“What else do you have on your back?”
“A lot more than that.”
“How about you turn around and let me see.”
“Okay.”
I turned around and lifted my shirt up again. She ran her fingers over the tattoo and then touched the other one.
“What’s this one?”
“That’s a sun on my shoulder blade. It represents my strength.”
“Wow, you really are strong.”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
She ran her fingers down my spine and then put her hand under my bra strap. She started to slide it up my shoulder. Then suddenly, she stopped and looked at me.
“You know what, I think we should go somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“I’d like to take you home with me tonight.”
“No, I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Why not?”
“I just feel like I need some time.”
“What about you?”
“I mean, I have a lot of feelings, and I don’t want to rush into anything.”
“Okay, how about this?”
“What?”
“You come home with me now, and then we can talk tomorrow.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you have any other tattoos?”
“I think so, but I haven’t seen them in a while. Do you mind if I look?”
“I guess not.”
I turned around and lifted my shirt up again. She ran her fingers over my back, and then she put her hand under my bra strap and slid it up. I felt her fingers running over my skin.
“Does this hurt?” She asked.
“No, not really.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s okay. It feels kind of nice.”
“What else do you have here?”
“I don’t know, I guess a lot.”
“How about I just lift your bra up and see what else I find?”
“Okay, I guess.”
I reached behind me and pulled my bra down, and then I lifted it off my shoulders. She ran her fingers over my back, and then she reached inside the bra and touched my bare skin.
“That’s beautiful,” she said.
The End