Chapter Four

Lee conducted three massages in the morning before taking a two hour break and then returning for his afternoon appointments. His first client of the afternoon was of special interest as she was one of the Senator's wives that were suspected of leaking information.

Lee's tight white uniform pants accentuated his "assets" both front and back. Likewise the uniform shirt was form fitting and stretched across his chest revealing a pleasing set of abs, fit but not too buff. He had done away with the perfect styled hair of a naval officer and allowed the natural waves of his hair to curl, helped along with styling gel. All in all it was a very pleasing sight for the ladies who had been among the first to "try-out" the new Technician. Lee got the feeling that with each subsequent massage he gave the ladies seemed to be getting bolder as his second client had done more than brush against him; she reached for a handful of his "virility" and proceeded to slide a hundred dollar bill into his waistband!

"I'm glad you enjoyed the massage," he replied, relenting to the parameters of the mission while delivering one of his very sexy smiles.

She left content, her hundred dollars well spent for the "feel-up" she got and exited a happy socialite.

So Lee was somewhat surprised with his next client, the Senator's wife. Marge Whitaker was a woman in her forties and though she did indeed belong with the class of rich and famous patrons of the Spa she carried herself much different from the ladies he had seen earlier. She conducted herself professionally without taking the liberties the socialites seem to think they deserved. He followed her lead giving her a professional massage but needed to find out what she knew of the leaked information.

"Is this the first time you've been to Precious Pines?" he asked as he skillfully worked her back.

"No, I come whenever I can. I love to be pampered," she admitted. "I'm much too busy in Washington to get this kind of treatment," she continued as Lee changed massage techniques on her back, feeling she was opening up and continuing with a particularly relaxing pattern.

"It must be exciting," Lee offered as the sounds of ocean waves broke against an imaginary shore on the stereo system.

"It is, but mostly it's a lot of hard work. I help my husband by managing his aides and interns. There's a lot of information that even they can't be privy to and so I take care of some highly sensitive paperwork for my husband."

"Sounds like you have your hands full," Lee commented, hoping she would continue, and wondering if all it took was a listening ear to get Marge talking.

"I do, but I enjoy it. The Senator and I are a team," she replied with a smile. "I was his campaign manager you know?"

Lee positioned the modesty sheet to work her legs and applied fresh oil as he worked her thighs and calves.

"And here I thought it was all parties and social events," Lee said with a slight chuckle.

"Well there's plenty of that, but a lot of business goes on during those parties," she corrected.

"Must be exciting being part of the inside power structure, with all the important information you're privileged with," Lee baited, hoping to get her bragging on something interesting she knew about.

"Hmmm," she let out as he worked her other leg. "Well most of what I know is common knowledge, the rest I'm not at liberty to discuss."

Lee continued the massage, helping Marge turn on her back adding a warming blanket over the modesty sheet and placed the heated cloth over her eyes as he stood to the side leaning over to gently massage her facial muscles.

He completed the massage and removed the cloth as Marge smiled in contentment.

"You really are good, Lee. I haven't had such a relaxing massage in ages," she commented.

"Would you like me to help you with your robe?"

"No thank you, but I enjoyed our session," she assured him as Lee smiled and departed to give her privacy to move about.

Lee shut the door behind him assessing the Senator's wife and then moved to the desk to fill out his paperwork as he continued to ponder Marge Whitaker. She was witty, smart, responsible and Lee didn't for a moment believe she gave away top secret information to satisfy a self-serving ego. He still had other leads to check on, so he wasn't ready to rule anything out yet as he signed off her client notes and reached for his next appointment card hoping Chip and Harry were having better luck and anxious to compare notes.

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"Now just relax," Chip said soothingly addressing Mrs. Madelyn Newman, the second Senator's wife at the Spa and also suspect of divulging top secret information.

Chip's blonde hair was blow dried in an especially sexy style for the young officer, as his bangs flipped back created a nice ridge that the ladies found attractive. He was considering going with a more straight barbered style back aboard Seaview, as he thought his current cut made him look too young. Here at the Spa however, the ladies seemed to respond to the wavy blow dried effect as he did his part playing the Massage Technician with the unofficial role of socialite boy toy.

Madelyn Newman was of special interest so he intended to engage her in conversation to determine just how loose she was with her husband's work.

"Now let's work those muscles, shall we?" He said with a smile as Madelyn cooed.

"Oh, Chip dear, we should patent those hands of yours!" She complimented as Chip worked her back slowly and a bit seductively allowing his fingers to brush down her sides sending visible goose bumps down her back.

Madelyn's head was turned to the side as she appreciatively took in the view of Chip's tight pants sighing appreciatively at his masculinity. Good thing she was still on her stomach, she thought distantly not quite trusting her physical reaction as he moved to the top of her head and leaned over. Madelyn reveled in his body so close and decided a little sample wouldn't hurt as she reach over and allowed her finger tips to brush against his pants, then got braver and pressed ever so slightly.

Chip resisted clearing his throat and wondered if these ladies ever got any sex the way they were going at him today, but quickly decided upon the realization that when the ladies were away they intended to play. He moved on to her legs, ignoring the fact that he had just been felt-up by the sixty year old woman.

"Do you like Washington?" Chip asked in what was supposed to be idle conversation.

"Oh it has its moments, nothing like Precious Pines but it does have its moments," she answered as Chip made sure to use as sensuous a touch as he could. She was responding and since she was prone to trying to impress others, he figured she might be one to talk with the right atmosphere.

"So what kind of exciting things do you do in Washington?"

"Oh this and that... Chip dear, could you work my feet a little longer?" She asked taking in the erotic feel of his fingers meshing between her toes.

"Hmmm, like that?" He asked as she groaned an affirmative.

"Isn't your husband on the NASA Funding Committee? I heard they were going to defund the space program?"

"Don't believe everything you hear, dear. Space travel is here to stay. Oh Chip, I had an especially strenuous exercise session this morning, would you mind?" She said pulling up her sheet to reveal her buttom. "I think I over-stretched a muscle," she feigned, her lie poorly delivered.

"Of course, Madelyn," he replied adding a fresh blot of oil and sliding his hands over both cheeks as Madelyn moaned openly.

"So they're going to keep building the XR-14 rockets?" Chip asked nonchalantly.

"Oh my Chip..." she commented, reacting to his massage and continued to answer, "Dear the XR-14 Rockets are being phased out for a new innovation, not to do away with the program."

"I see, doesn't it use a new fuel that burns hotter than hydrogen?" He asked continuing his massage of her backside.

"Oh Chippee," she said adding a pet name for the Technician, "you know the saying, 'Loose lips sink ships'," she added with a satisfied moan as he covered her derriere and continued. The massage followed much the same routine, as Madelyn managed to get her money's worth out of her massage but in the end hadn't divulged anything specific. Though she was definitely a tease and enjoyed handling the male staff he didn't think she was quite so shallow as to give up her information so easily, conversely Chip had the feeling she was prudent and wise despite her "playfulness." He helped Madelyn into her robe as she pinched his cheek, and not the one on his face.

She promised a nice tip on the way out as Chip wondered if he'd make it through the week without being severely bruised in that particular area.

~~0~~

Stasio's leather pants were just too inviting, but he wasn't exactly the hired help, he was in fact an equal in society's realm so Sadie Reynolds found herself in quite a quandary. His bright purple shirt was opened and his chest exposed giving a pleasant view in Sadie's line of sight as he poured her champagne. Felix stepped away as Stasio turned around with his backside calling her. She bit her bottom lip and almost reached for a good feel, but thought better of it. Maybe she'd get lucky later as Stasio was assigned to a different dinner table each evening. If she was patient, she might just get the king of hair fashion in bed, then she wouldn't have to settle for just a touchy-feely moment. She sighed, enjoying the sight and plotting how she was going to get the fiery Pole's attention later as Felix returned putting the finishing touches on her new Do.

~~0~~

Harry had found the role he was playing to be a delightful diversion from his normally very dangerous and serious life, of course he'd never admit that fact to either Lee or Chip. He wasn't worried about any potential jabbing as he had plenty of ammunition himself. Several ladies sitting underneath the hair dryers had spoken rather loudly in order to hear one another and had described their handling of both Lee and Chip. They were clearly seen as hirelings, a sort of boy toy mercenary, as the ladies exerted their influence while the young men obviously relented to their advances graciously. The thought of his Command Crew being treated like the prize out of a cereal box was particularly amusing, especially since Lee and Chip were normally so reserved and the epitome of the term "Officer and a Gentleman." Likewise, he'd been a bit irritated with ONI's assignment and had a sneaking suspicion that Lee had something to do with it, but since he was here he might as well have fun with it. Harry smiled shrewdly to himself at the last thought and excused himself leaving Felix to gather the supplies for the next day.

Harry left entering the large foyer that separated the Hair Salon from the Cosmetics Salon, nearly running into Trina Miller the owner of a large firm with strong government ties. The young and beautiful corporate executive had been identified as a person of interest in their investigation, and so Harry was especially conciliatory in his apologies.

"Wybaczi mi," Harry said offering his request to be pardoned in Polish with a flamboyant wave of his hand.

"That is quite alright," Trina answered as Harry noted a definite glassy look in her eyes and an unusual monotone to her voice, almost robotic sounding.

"Come, come Miss Miller," the Spa Cosmetologist offered almost patronizing as she guided Trina past Harry. "We just finished her facial mask and it's time for her Make-Over session," she explained and disappeared into the Cosmetics Salon. Harry kept his face even but recognized the lost look in Trina's eyes, he needed to verify his suspicion and turned to see a Spa worker leaving the room Trina had just vacated, locking the door behind him. He nodded, acknowledging Stasio's presence and then left as Harry noted his name tag, Ronald. Harry raised an eyebrow, it all looked rather suspect but what he really needed was a peek inside the Facial Room. That would clearly have to wait as he couldn't break his cover for a looksee, perhaps later tonight after he met with Lee and Chip, he thought and headed to his large, expensive suite.

~~0~~

The moonlight reflected on the lake as Harry, Chip and Lee met in a prearranged spot at 0200 in the morning. Their late night meeting ensuring privacy on the dark night, as they spoke in hushed tones.

"What did you find out?" Lee asked Chip.

"You mean besides the fact that the women here are sex maniacs who steal a "feel" whenever it suits them?" Chip asked sarcastically as Lee ignored him and motioned for him to get on with the report.

"Not much," Chip relented, "Except that Madelyn Newman seems to be conscientious and trustworthy. I only had the one session with her, but she certainly didn't use her knowledge to try and impress me."

"Same thing here," Lee replied. "Marge Whitaker is very level headed and loyal to both her husband and her country; I don't see her as the type to sell information."

"Well that leaves me," Harry chimed in. "I think I may have an explanation," he said as Lee and Chip leaned forward. "I nearly ran into Trina Miller outside the Hair Salon and she had definite signs of being drugged; glassy eyes, overly compliant and a strangeness in her voice to match."

"A truth serum then," Lee surmised.

"That's my guess," Harry replied.

"Do you have any idea who's involved?" Lee asked.

"The Cosmetologist and a Spa worker named, Ronald."

"I haven't met either one of them," Lee noted. "Have you seen either one in the Staff Rec areas Chip?"

"No, neither one."

"Alright, I think we better find a way to get to know these two, in the meanwhile I'll steal a look in the locked room. It was my understanding that the Facials were done in the Cosmetic Salon, I know this other room wasn't on the Grand Tour we were given."

"I think I should be the one to break into the locked room," Harry interjected, "Since it's right across the hall from the Salon."

"That's exactly why you shouldn't Harry," Lee proposed. "Stasio doesn't do anything for himself, if you're caught your cover with will be blown."

"And just how will you explain if you're caught?"

"Out looking for supplies," Lee said with a shrug of his shoulders, "Got lost, something like that anyway," he finished as Harry shook his head and relented.

"Fine, but someone is going to a lot of trouble here, you can't just buy Truth Serum in the local pharmacy," Harry noted. "You two be careful," he admonished as both Chip and Lee acknowledged with a nod.

Harry turned to leave as Lee whispered lightly, "Nice pants Harry."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned, his slick leather pants picking up the glint of the moonlight.

"They're actually quite comfortable," he said with a grin as both Lee and Chip chuckled and Harry continued back to his suite, full of confidence and completely at ease in his Stasio attire.