Put your man in the tight place

“How do I look?” Clarke asks me, fastening the last button of his stolen uniform.

“Like piece of shit.” I tell him.

“That’s the goal.” He says, placing the stahlhelm on his head and picking up the Mauser. “Let’s go.”

He leads me through the house and we stop by the door.

“You go first, and I’ll leave a few minutes after you.” He explains. “Get where the guards can see you and put on a show. I’ll try to sneak by them and get inside.”

“Okay, but what you want me to do after you get inside?”

“Get as many civilians away from that building as you can without making a scene, then wait for me in the alley behind it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Clarke watches me leave, and I make my way over to the building. It’s show time.

I flip my hair back as I round the corner and the front of the building comes into sight. Imagining that I am a model on a glamorous red carpet, I confidently stroll directly towards the guards, my hips swaying with every step. It only takes a few seconds for them to notice me, and their eyes are immediately glued to me. They whistle and cheer as I approach them, then stand and stare with their mouths open as I walk right past them them. I give them a smirk with a lewd look in my eyes.

I look over my shoulder to catch the two of them staring at my ass, and walk just far enough away that they can’t approach me without leaving their post before I stop. I still have their undivided attention, and I bat my eyes at them. They cheer. I notice Clarke cautiously approach from the other side, and quickly avert my eyes so I don’t give him away.

It’s time to go in for the kill. I take out a lollipop and make eye contact with one of them as I stick my tongue out and lick it. His jaw drops again as he watches. I lick the lollipop sensuously as Clarke creeps ever closer behind them. I blow the guards a kiss before I show them what I’m capable of, unleashing a flurry of swirling licks. I rock my hips back and forth to try and draw their attention to my body.

When Clarke reaches the corner of the building, he drops and hides behind it. I motion for the guards to come to me with my finger. One of them starts for me, and the other pulls him back by his shirt. They argue with each other for a moment before turning their attention back to me. I “accidentally” drop the lollipop, then turn around and bend down to pick it up, making sure that I stick my my ass up high in the air for them. They whistle and cheer again. I look back at them with a smirk, still bent over, and see Clarke slip through the door behind them.

One of them starts for me again when I stand up, but I turn and head down the street. I check over my shoulder, and they do not abandon their post to follow me. I circle back, and spend the next few minutes warning as many civilians as I can about the impending danger, and tell all of them not to say a word to anybody. After I have done as much as I can, I make my way to the alley behind the ammunition dump, and wait.