On the one hand, any man would have paid a fair sum of money to receive the sight that Manny received when the door to Suite 408 opened. On the other, any man would feel just as sorry for him because any dog could sincerely testify that it isn't very much fun to be teased.
The attention his jaws were giving the wad of gum in his mouth instantly stopped. His eyes bulged at the sight of smiling Nancy Drew, bearing as much cleavage as it was possible to bear in a little blue dress that had no way of hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Even if it did, her erected nipples, slightly upturned on their perky breasts, would have given the game away, prominently poking from an inch below the dress's low neckline. In contrast, the stark outline of her panties through the thin material that hugged her hips and pelvis so perfectly were somehow every bit as much a turn on, and his ready member was well on the way to becoming rock hard before the dark blonde girl from out of town even spoke.
"Hello, Manny. Come on in."
" ... Haaah?"
"Come
in
," she repeated, opening the door wider and standing aside while keeping imprisoned a nervous laugh that so badly wanted out of her throat.
This, however, didn't help Manny. When Nancy stood aside, she'd cleared the line of sight to George, who was standing behind her. More erect nipples, stockings, garter straps and the barest glimpse of white panties under a ridiculously short schoolgirl's skirt finished off his straining erection.
"(Ahem) Um, Manny, we're not going to eat out in the corridor!" Nancy exclaimed with the nervous laugh that had managed to escape after all.
Finally, the stunned bellhop pushed the stainless steel trolley ahead and into the suite, his eyes going from George to Nancy, to George, to Nancy, but getting completely distracted by the empty box lying on the corner of the near bed, the one clearly labelled
King Schlong
. A slow leer spread across his face as he stared at it, then looked back at the two girls, his perverted mind making an understandable assumption. Nancy hadn't noticed this while closing the door behind him, but George certainly did, her flush renewing as his gaze settled on her barely exposed crotch.
After closing the door behind him, Nancy went to stand beside George and, with her winner's smile, asked, "Do you like our outfits?"
Along with his knowing leer, Manny's only reaction was an enthusiastic nod.
"Do-do you think my skirt is too small?" horny George asked, the nervous apprehension in her tone very real as she tried to please Nancy by participating in the teasing of the bellhop who now had a partially accurate assessment of the two friends' relationship.
Manny shook his head in reply, now able to smile appreciatively adding, "Nah!"
"Well, you haven't seen the back..." George told him, then turned around so that he could, looking over her shoulder.
"Oh my fuck..." the stunned bellhop toned.
Nancy watched his reaction, suddenly feeling the same jealousy she'd felt the day before when he was staring more at George than at her. George, however, had suddenly been struck with an idea, an opportunity that Nancy herself had provided that incidentally solved Nancy's jealousy issue.
"Nancy, turn around so he can see the back of your dress, too."
After a moment's hesitation, Nancy did, her hip touching George's as the two slim girls presented themselves for Manny's approval. Still looking back, but now down at Nancy's posterior, George casually took the hem of her friend's dress and pulled it up to the small of her back, completely exposing the back of Nancy's panties.
"George!" Nancy gasped, honestly surprised at her friend's unexpected move.
"Oh, Nancy," the tall brunette toned, "you're so pretty..."
A moment later, George had Nancy by the back of her panties, bunching and pulling up as she had done to her, looking for the first time at Nancy's practically bare bottom. Nancy was in a minor state of shock, having gone to her tiptoes while gasping at this pleasurable treatment. Putting her arm around the small of George's back, she allowed herself to enjoy it, somehow more relaxed with it than she was when the Colonel had done it. Without much thought, she raised the back of George's skirt, caressing her friend's soft bottom. Nancy's middle finger naturally found its way between her spread cheeks and she smiled when George gasped aloud.
And that's how the two friends found themselves feeling up each other's bottoms, looking back and down with curious smiles as a total stranger watched. To Nancy, it didn't seem like such a bad thing other than the fact that Manny was there. She'd allowed the Colonel and Gul Ghanem to touch her all over and they were strangers. She knew and trusted George, so wasn't it alright for the two of them to do this? Besides, all they were doing was playing with Manny, and it was fun.
George used a very nice, soft touch and it felt so good. It wasn't until George's shaky finger began exploring between her cheeks, coming closer and closer to her anal flower through her straining panties that Nancy was able to pull herself out of it, however unwillingly.
"Oh, my! George, w-we probably shouldn't be doing this in front of Manny!"
"Don't mind me," the bellhop urged, the leering smile back on his face but mixed with incredulity as he rubbed himself through the wine coloured trousers of his uniform.
With an elated flush, Nancy pulled away, her hand leaving George's bottom. George let out a moan of disagreement that Nancy knew was real. The short haired brunette had enjoyed that little grope session as much as she had. When she noticed Manny rubbing himself, she didn't know what to think and wondered if they hadn't taken things a little too far. Another part of her wondered at what was in his pants, at how big it might be and why she had an urge to see it, if only just for fun.
"Um, we'd like to eat now, Mr. Bellhop," she almost panted while staring at the front of his pants.
"Yeah, I'll bet you would," Manny leered.
"We don't like boys," George heard her shaky voice saying, "we only wanted your opinion on our outfits, s-so if you don't mind..."
Nancy's attention was torn away from Manny's erection by George's comment but, looking at her friend, she was more amused than upset at George publicly claiming that they were lesbians. Manny blew a frustrated sigh, his leer morphing to a grimace as he turned to leave.
"Fuckin' lesbian cockteasers," he swore under his breath just before he opened the door and left, almost slamming it behind himself.
Nancy and George looked at each other and, after a wide eyed moment, began laughing, Nancy more so than George.
"Heavens, did you see him staring at us?" Nancy giggled.
George nodded, grinning from ear to ear, her mind still stuck on how she and Nancy had just been caressing each other's bottoms. She very much wanted that to continue, especially now that the intrusive bellhop was gone, the problem being that he was what had made it possible to begin with. Her muffin soaked, she was practically afraid to move for fear of her thick, tasty white fluid escaping he tight panties.
But Nancy," she said, still smiling with excitement and overactive hormones, "Now he thinks we're lesbians. Doesn't that bother you?"
Her smile faltering a little, Nancy considered this a moment, suddenly realizing that she'd compromised herself yet further. She knew that this was bad for her as a detective and that, in addition, it was morally wrong to do what she and George had just done, but the trouble was how much fun it was to compromise oneself... and another.
"Well... I suppose he does, but we were just teasing him and it doesn't matter what he thinks."
"What if he tells people?"
"We'll deny it, of course. Nobody will believe him."
The two paused, smiling at each other until George dared, "Um, it
was
