CHAPTER VIII - Sapphire, Topaz & Emerald

“You’re gonna tell us, aren’t you?” A melodic, seductive voice purred as a hand suggestively snaked down the broad chest in front of her, electric-blue eyes twinkling as an ocean of lust.

The man, a security guard of the hotel, swallowed hard at the sight of that pale, overflowing cleavage, the 18-year-old girl in front of him an ethereal beauty wearing a dark-blue corset that hugged her phenomenal body insanely well, but what really drove him crazy was the pair of blue bunny ears nestled on her long black hair.

“Looks like he needs more incentive,” Heather Ravers smirked at her good friend next to them.

“It’s just a tiny little bit of info,” Tanya Jones, the ebony goddess, joined the ivory one in front of the man. “I mean, we’re being more than generous enough, letting you check out the goods this closely.”

The guard felt himself sweating all over, the chair he was sitting on feeling incredibly hard underneath him. The statuesque, dark-skinned girl was just as gorgeous, her own bountiful cleavage on the verge of spilling out of her yellow bunny suit.

“Girls, I just… can’t tell this kind of stuff to everyone who asks,” he pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck to try and get some air. “Guests’ information is private, I don’t even want to know why you need it.”

“Really?” Heather scoffed, her quite large bust jiggling as she turned toward Tanya. “We might need to step up our game, Topaz.”

“Mmm, what do you have in mind?” The black girl purred, mentally laughing at the way they were playing their roles. They had never acted that flirtatious with each other for anyone before.

The pale girl just smirked again, as if to say ‘follow my lead’. She gyrated in the man’s direction and threw her hips to the side as she slightly bent over in front of him, loving the way his eyes zeroed into the deep valley between her teats. “We just wanna know the number,” she reached for his thigh, caressing the man over the jeans he was wearing. “No one will know it was you, I promise.”

“We’re girls who keep our promises, Mr. Fields,” Tanya added, reading his nametag as a hand landed on the man’s other leg. “You trust us, don’t you?”

The poor guard just looked back-and-forth between the ivory and ebony sets of bountiful, teenage breasts, his erection throbbing painfully in his pants at the sight, but then his gaze landed on the spot between their bodies, where the third girl was standing quite awkwardly with her back against the door, watching the scene with an aghast expression on her ravishingly gorgeous face.

“Oh, but maybe we aren’t the ones who make him tick,” Heather remarked, slightly turning around to regard her best friend.

Tanya did the same, though she had a bit of a worried look. “Uhn, maybe?”

The girl in question was none other than Victoria Walker, of course, dressed in a bright green corset and bunny ears of the same color. Her large-ish breasts were a bit pushed up by the suit, her long golden hair framing her flawless face. She felt extremely uncomfortable in the costume, something that she definitely would never wear in her personal life, but it was the only cover that she and Heather would be able to use in order to move freely around the hotel and find the mobsters’ base of operations. She was counting on the possibility that they wouldn’t need to interact with anyone during the night, that they would slip into the office, swipe the flash drive with the tape and leave. Unfortunately, Heather’s impatience made that pretty much impossible.

“She’s oh, so beautiful, isn’t she?” Heather inquired, her hand still caressing the guard’s upper thigh.

“Y-yes…, very,” he stammered out.

“He… Sapphire, what are you doing?” Victoria demanded while Tanya just watched, dreading what her brunette friend had in mind.

“Tell me, Mr. Fields,” Heather turned to the man once more. “If Emerald here shows you her fabulous ass, will you tell us what we want to know?” She inquired in a suggestive voice, her fingers squeezing his leg.

“Huh?” The man looked almost dazed at the offer and the way the brunette’s pale teats were squeezed inside her corset, but then his gaze shifted back to the blonde and he found himself nodding like a mad man. “Yes!”

“Sapphire…,” Tanya said, trying to warn Heather about what she was about to propose.

But the heiress ignored her friend and fellow cheerleader, instead turning back to her best friend with a shit-eating grin. “You heard him, Emerald, turn around.”

Victoria stomped her heeled foot on the floor, holding Heather’s gaze with a severely angry stare. She couldn’t possibly be suggesting that she should show herself off to the poor security guard. It was demeaning, demoralizing, and wrong on so many levels that she couldn’t even begin to count.

“C’mon!” Heather urged. “Just a few seconds and we get what we want. Is that so fucking hard?”

Tanya sighed, Heather had always been open about herself, and hadn’t been a virgin for a good two years now. It looked like she didn’t understand how a girl could be reserved like Victoria, even if the blonde had been her best friend since they both were in diapers. She kept her mouth shut, though, as it really seemed to be the only way they would get out of there with the information.

Victoria stared back-and-forth between Heather, Tanya, and the security guard. Her body itched in disgust, heart pounding like a jackhammer at what they wanted her to do, but then, when she reached the same conclusion as the other two girls, her shoulders sagged in defeat and she slowly turned around, a shameful blush coloring her cheeks.

Mr. Fields gasped when the wide, perfectly round butt came into his line of sight. The bubble cheeks swallowed the green corset almost hungrily, as if that rump had a mind of its own. His cock throbbed violently in his pants once more and he almost spurted spontaneously. “Holy f-fucking shit…”

Heather grinned widely, noting to herself how the man’s vocal appreciation only made Victoria sag further. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She purred. The young woman had been trying to get her friend to loosen up for years, and now here she was, showing something the boys at school only dreamed they could ever behold. “Okay, Emerald, now twerk a bit for him.”

Tanya’s eyes widened and Victoria gasped at the suggestion. Mr. Fields groaned, already imagining the perfect ass just a mere few feet in front of him starting to move. Heather thought she would need to reinforce the instruction, but then Vicky swallowed hard and began to tentatively move her hips up and down in the only awkward way she knew. Mr. Fields let out another groan at the firm, round asscheeks rippling in front of him and couldn’t help but cum in his pants after his cock twitched madly.

“Oh, fuck…”

“Shit, damn, Emerald, you made the guy cum without even touching him!” Heather gushed, seeing the wet spot spread on the guard’s pants. Even Tanya, a pro at overworking guys in the sack, was impressed at the feat.

Victoria just blushed madly and scurred out of the security office, humiliated beyond relief.

Tanya shook her head, she would need to have a word with Heather when that night was over. “Okay, Mr. Fields, now the number of Mr. Fisher’s conference room, please.”

“Number 8,” the man mumbled, feeling completely and utterly drained on his chair. A little bit humiliated as well, no one would let him live it down if they learned that a trio of teenage girls had made him so horny and pent up that he came from just looking at them.

“Thank you! Have a good night!” Heather cheerfully said before waving her hand at the guard and motioning for Tanya to follow her out.

Outside, they found Victoria wiping her eyes, but the blonde quickly recomposed herself at the sight of her friends, a glare forming in her face.

“I hope that was damn worth it!” The blonde bellowed, impressing Heather. Her friend very rarely cursed, after all.

“Quite so, now we know which conference room Cassius Fisher is hiding in,” Heather responded with a smirk. “Vicky, I’m so fucking proud of you!”

“Not a word about this, ever, you got it?” Victoria held up a finger, mustering up the most serious face she had ever seen on her good friend.

“So what do we do now?” Tanya asked, hoping to stop an argument from breaking before it could start.

“Hmm, I think you should go back to the ballroom, Tans, see if any of the others need help with anything,” Heather instructed, adopting a serious tone of her own. “Vicky and I can sneak into the office.”

“Let’s go before I decide to go home and forget about all this,” Victoria said. Ever since they had been informed through the comms that Zack discovered the contents of the tape, she wondered if any of her parents had taken part in this supposed orgy. Her father was slightly older than the other parents, but her mother was friends with Robert Ravers through Ashley’s parents, and so she couldn’t help but wonder.

“Okay, take care, you two,” Tanya pleaded. “And Heather, please think about what you did there.”

Heather just frowned as her fellow cheerleader ran down the hall and Victoria pulled on her arm to get her to head to Conference Room Number Eight. Luckily, there weren’t any other security guards or worse, mobsters, in their immediate vicinity.