Prof. Chase and the Sword of Damocles
Part One- A Cunning Distraction
August 21-Cairo, Egypt
"They have the parchment of Osiris in a scroll case on the desk." Professor Jessica Chase exclaimed; the binoculars still to her eyes. I looked at my teacher and mentor and saw what a beautiful woman she was. Long tanned muscular legs ran up into a pair of denim short shorts that framed a large, perfectly symmetrical ass. Her black strapless t-shirt was tucked into her tiny waist but ballooned out, threatening to rip as it tried to contain her massive 42D chest. Auburn hair was tucked into her beige fedora which she called her 'Adventurer's hat'. The hot desert sun gave her a nice sheen of sweat. I saw her pink full lips smile wide as she watched the action from across the hotel's courtyard.
"Great. Now we just have to get in there. And how many guards this time?" I asked sardonically.
"Just three." She said cheerfully and I scowled. "C'mon, Jack. Where's your sense of adventure?"
"I must have left in back in my dorm." I muttered. In truth, I had no idea I needed one when I enrolled in Professor Chase's Archeology class so long ago. I had been an art major, but one class with this passionate professor and I began signing up for another and another until I finally changed my major and became her teaching assistant. And it's still a long way from teaching assistant to stealing priceless artifacts from Egyptian arms dealers a thousand miles from home.
"Listen, I'll distract the guards. You come in through the balcony doors and grab the scroll case." She said before opening the door and taking off down the hall. I walked around the length of the hotel until I came to their hallway. Finding a chambermaid cleaning a room a few doors down, I snuck into the room, past the girl and headed out onto the balcony. Ten stories below me, the hotel's luscious pool area looked like a swatch of blue amidst a sea of yellow umbrellas and hard, hard concrete. I gulped as I stepped over the guard rail and hopped to the next. I was so nervous about the height that I never considered how exactly Jessica would distract the guards.
Eventually, I made my way to the open doorway of the arms dealer's room. Inside I hear loud sitar music playing and I peeked through the silk curtains. It was a large suite with a single four-poster king-sized bed sitting tall in the center. An overstuffed couch was nearest me and it looked as though they added a few crates to the room. No doubt full of illegal merchandise. I caught sight of the professor in the doorway saying something in Egyptian.
They let her in and she began swaying to the music. I slipped into the room unnoticed and hid behind the couch. I peered around the side. It would take her diverting their attention in several directions if I wanted to cross the room and get the case. She danced deeper into the room and the guys all laughed and made half-hearted attempts to dance with her. She made light tugs on her clothing, giving little glimpses of skin as she untucked her shirt. I thought of ways I could aid her if things began to get hairy but then I heard a zipper and almost sat upright.
One of the guards had pulled his dick from his pants and was dancing with his hard-on dangling in the wind. Jessica, however, kept smiling and dancing, as he stroked his member for her. More zippers went down and all three now had dark Arabian erections pointed at my teacher. The smallest guy looked to be about six inches while the largest was no more then eight. I wondered if I should charge in to save her honor when I saw her reach down and take the first lucky bastard's cock in her hands. She slipped her hand back and forth over the foreskin, all the while smiling and saying something I couldn't understand. She move to the next guy and helped him pull his pud for awhile. Then she reached for the last man and jerked two dicks at once. Something was said by the first man and Jessica dropped to her knees and kissed the head of his dick!
