A couple entered a hotel in London. The man was blond, clad in a black suit with a black turtleneck instead of a shirt and tie, his eyes hidden behind a pair of black-lensed Ray Bans. His right arm was around the waist of his companion, a beautiful auburn haired woman. She wore a very low cut red top, a short black leather mini skirt, and knee high black leather boots. Her arms were wrapped around the man's neck as she whispered in his ear.
"May I help you?" the man at the desk asked.
"My name is Jacen Hart, this is my dear wife Alicia.
We have reservations for your fine establishment." the
man replied.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Hart, we have been expecting you. And may I say that I am honored to meet you and your lovely wife."
The woman blushed. "Merci, monsieur, vous êtes le plus aimable." she replied in perfect French. "Oh, I am so sorry, I sometimez forget that ve are not in France. You are most kind to say that, monsieur."
The clerk smiled as he handed the keys to Mr. Hart.
Mrs. Hart whispered something into her husband's ear, then nibbled on it, causing him to smile just a bit, a hint of uneasiness there...
"I will have Basil show you to your room, enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Hart." the clerk told them. "Should you need anything during your stay, inform me and you shall have it at once."
A young man took their bag and led them to the elevator. On the elevator, Mrs. Hart turned to her husband.
"Zis out fit is très sexy, no?" she asked as she stood in front of him and bent down to tie her boot lace, her short skirt riding up her rear as she flash a generous amount of cleavage. The bellboy was obviously enjoying his view from his smile.
Arriving on their floor, the bellboy led them down the hall and opened the ornate oak door that allowed them into the Presidential Suite. Basil placed the bags on the bed and showed them the bath and kitchen.
"Very good, son." Mr. Hart shook his hand, slipping the boy several folded bills.
"Thank you, sir, if there is anything you need..."
"Just peace and quiet." Hart replied as his wife wrapped her arms around the bellboy's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"Vous êtes très mignon, no? Zis is a small token of my thanks." she smiled and closed the door behind him.
Mr. Hart turned back to his wife.
"I assume that was fun for you, Lady Jaye?" he asked.
"Of course, Shockwave. I love being in character."
"And the toying with me is a bonus?"
"Of course, love. If I didn't toy with you, who else would I toy with?"
"In an outfit like that, every male who sees you." He smiled.
"You do not like my outfit, monsieur?" she gave him a pouty face.
"It's a lovely outfit. I'm more concern about what Flint will do to me if he finds out you were nibbling my ear and kissing me." Shockwave replied.
"Oh, don't worry about, Flint. He's just a big teddy bear. He won't take it out on you. He knows it's part of being in character and besides...." she slipped out of the skirt and top, keeping her back to him as he looked over her toned curves..."I'm doing it to you, so that is okay. Now if it was you doing it to me..." She pulled on a pair of sweat pants and turned to him as she pulled on a tank top, giving him a quick view of the black silk bra that covered her firm
breasts...
"He'd kill you in a heartbeat." She finished, smiling at him. "Is there a problem?"
"Not at all." He quickly replied. "You can have the bed if you want, I'll take the couch." Shockwave replied as he looked over the room.
"Nonsense, we'll share the bed. After all, we are a married couple."
"And Flint won't kill me?"
"Not at all. And maybe later..." she slowly walked over to him, caressing his cheek..."If you are good, we can have some real fun." she gave him a sexy smile and batted her eyes.
Shockwave's eyes look like they were ready to explode from their sockets as she caressed his cheek.
Jaye burst out laughing. "My God, you are so much fun to screw with! I'm going to have some real fun with you I can tell."
Shockwave gave her an uneasy smile.
"Don't worry, Jason, I'm not that easy. And I think as two adults we can share the bed. But be warned, I am a blanket and pillow hog."
"So I've heard." he smirked.
"From who!?" she demanded, her fists on her hips.
"Oh...Clutch, Falcon, whatzisname, Shipwreck..."
"WHAT!? Those bastards, I told them if they didn't stop those rumors...I'd never sleep with...." she yelled as her face turned flush. She noticed a grin spreading across Shockwave's face.
"Oh, you'll pay for teasing me like that!' she yelled
as she grabbed a pillow and smacked him upside the head and shoved him onto the bed. "Submit now and you may still sleep in the bed, peasant!"
"Forgive me, m'lady, I misspoke and beg you for mercy."
"You're are forgiven, peasant." Jaye said as she sat down next to Shockwave. "I think we are going to work together perfectly. A hell of a lot better than that loud mouthed, please-shoot-me-shirt-wearing buffoon Chuckles."
"Chuckles?"
"The guy I was supposed to work with. And by the way, you need to learn local money." Jaye spoke, rising from the bed and walking over to the bar. "You gave that kid about $150 in US bills."
"Hey, I just kick down doors and shoot the people behind them. I'll leave money up to you."
"May I help you?" the man at the desk asked.
"My name is Jacen Hart, this is my dear wife Alicia.
We have reservations for your fine establishment." the
man replied.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Hart, we have been expecting you. And may I say that I am honored to meet you and your lovely wife."
The woman blushed. "Merci, monsieur, vous êtes le plus aimable." she replied in perfect French. "Oh, I am so sorry, I sometimez forget that ve are not in France. You are most kind to say that, monsieur."
The clerk smiled as he handed the keys to Mr. Hart.
Mrs. Hart whispered something into her husband's ear, then nibbled on it, causing him to smile just a bit, a hint of uneasiness there...
"I will have Basil show you to your room, enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Hart." the clerk told them. "Should you need anything during your stay, inform me and you shall have it at once."
A young man took their bag and led them to the elevator. On the elevator, Mrs. Hart turned to her husband.
"Zis out fit is très sexy, no?" she asked as she stood in front of him and bent down to tie her boot lace, her short skirt riding up her rear as she flash a generous amount of cleavage. The bellboy was obviously enjoying his view from his smile.
Arriving on their floor, the bellboy led them down the hall and opened the ornate oak door that allowed them into the Presidential Suite. Basil placed the bags on the bed and showed them the bath and kitchen.
"Very good, son." Mr. Hart shook his hand, slipping the boy several folded bills.
"Thank you, sir, if there is anything you need..."
"Just peace and quiet." Hart replied as his wife wrapped her arms around the bellboy's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"Vous êtes très mignon, no? Zis is a small token of my thanks." she smiled and closed the door behind him.
Mr. Hart turned back to his wife.
"I assume that was fun for you, Lady Jaye?" he asked.
"Of course, Shockwave. I love being in character."
"And the toying with me is a bonus?"
"Of course, love. If I didn't toy with you, who else would I toy with?"
"In an outfit like that, every male who sees you." He smiled.
"You do not like my outfit, monsieur?" she gave him a pouty face.
"It's a lovely outfit. I'm more concern about what Flint will do to me if he finds out you were nibbling my ear and kissing me." Shockwave replied.
"Oh, don't worry about, Flint. He's just a big teddy bear. He won't take it out on you. He knows it's part of being in character and besides...." she slipped out of the skirt and top, keeping her back to him as he looked over her toned curves..."I'm doing it to you, so that is okay. Now if it was you doing it to me..." She pulled on a pair of sweat pants and turned to him as she pulled on a tank top, giving him a quick view of the black silk bra that covered her firm
breasts...
"He'd kill you in a heartbeat." She finished, smiling at him. "Is there a problem?"
"Not at all." He quickly replied. "You can have the bed if you want, I'll take the couch." Shockwave replied as he looked over the room.
"Nonsense, we'll share the bed. After all, we are a married couple."
"And Flint won't kill me?"
"Not at all. And maybe later..." she slowly walked over to him, caressing his cheek..."If you are good, we can have some real fun." she gave him a sexy smile and batted her eyes.
Shockwave's eyes look like they were ready to explode from their sockets as she caressed his cheek.
Jaye burst out laughing. "My God, you are so much fun to screw with! I'm going to have some real fun with you I can tell."
Shockwave gave her an uneasy smile.
"Don't worry, Jason, I'm not that easy. And I think as two adults we can share the bed. But be warned, I am a blanket and pillow hog."
"So I've heard." he smirked.
"From who!?" she demanded, her fists on her hips.
"Oh...Clutch, Falcon, whatzisname, Shipwreck..."
"WHAT!? Those bastards, I told them if they didn't stop those rumors...I'd never sleep with...." she yelled as her face turned flush. She noticed a grin spreading across Shockwave's face.
"Oh, you'll pay for teasing me like that!' she yelled
as she grabbed a pillow and smacked him upside the head and shoved him onto the bed. "Submit now and you may still sleep in the bed, peasant!"
"Forgive me, m'lady, I misspoke and beg you for mercy."
"You're are forgiven, peasant." Jaye said as she sat down next to Shockwave. "I think we are going to work together perfectly. A hell of a lot better than that loud mouthed, please-shoot-me-shirt-wearing buffoon Chuckles."
"Chuckles?"
"The guy I was supposed to work with. And by the way, you need to learn local money." Jaye spoke, rising from the bed and walking over to the bar. "You gave that kid about $150 in US bills."
"Hey, I just kick down doors and shoot the people behind them. I'll leave money up to you."
