She gets the target's attention

Nancy stood alone in the small glass cabin as the elevator raced up towards the rooftop of the “Charlton”, one of L.A.’s high-end hotels. She took a deep breath, the conditioned air around her cooling her body as the nerves hit her a little bit. This was exhilarating. For a second, Nancy wished her partner was here for back-up, but Syd was out of town, on the other side of the country on a visit to her brother’s family just as this possibility had opened. Instead, her back-up was the big, pervy hacker.

Just as she thought that, a small crackling sound buzzed in her ear. Shocked, she brought her hand up in instinct when suddenly, Fletcher’s voice was in her head, crystal clear.

“Alright, Nancy, I’m logged into the hotel’s security feed! Give me a little thumbs-up if you can hear me!”

Looking up, Nancy spotted a small camera in the upper corner of the small cabin, pointing down at her. She bit her lip, all of a sudden she felt very exposed, knowing Fletcher was watching her realizing from where the camera was he had a perfect view of her bountiful cleavage. She shifted uneasily.

“Nancy?!”

Hesitantly, she lifted her fist and extended the thumb, signaling that their connection was established while also angling her body slightly to be less exposed. Her jaw clenched as her eyes focused on the small display that showed the quickly rising floor numbers as she approached the top floor.

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Smiling, Fletcher watched the security feed of the camera. He had connected his laptop to the room’s huge smart tv and now had simultaneous views of the small elevator cabin as well as several angles of the pool area.

“Some nice setup…” the big man grinned contently. The four different cameras that were part of the hotel’s security system not only showed the pool area from all angles, he was also able to zoom in quite a lot without much of a loss in resolution. He could choose between wide, angled shots and detailed close-ups from multiple perspectives of pretty much every point in the area.

“Bet those pervs down at security have a lot of fun with this…” he smirked.

Flipping on his mic, Fletcher spoke. “Everything’s perfect, Nancy! Pool area is deserted except for our guy and two geeky little boys. Nobody to take away attention from you!”

“… Not that you’d have to worry about that, dressed like that!” he added after switching the microphone off.

Kateshi would have been easy to spot, even if the area had been crowded. Fletcher gave a slight smirk as he took a closer look at the young man that was stretched out on a lounger, taking in the sun while dressed in a pair of neon green swimming trunks.

He was a thin man in his early twenties, of Asian and Black decent, a combination that had resulted in quite the nice skin tone, a nice shade of light-brown. This shade had not stopped the failed rapper however from literally desecrating every inch of his body with a mixture of cheap-looking, eye-soring tattoos. From his neckline down to his feet, there was barely an inch of unblemished skin and even on his face, quite the collection of different, crude, gang-style ink was on display. Most prominent was the center-piece of the litany of body-art: a big black dragon’s head on his abs with glaring red eyes.

Added to that, his nose, ears and right eyebrow were heavily pierced with metal studs, rings and spikes pushed through. Nonetheless, the worst offense to Fletcher’s taste were the rainbow-colored dreadlocks that hung down to about shoulder length. Overall, he looked like the quintessential, failed millennial wannabe tough-guy, truly an ugly sight to behold.

In stark contrast to that, Fletcher saw Nancy on another camera exit the elevator and step out into the sun. Subconsciously, he licked his lips and leaned a little closer as he watched the athletic, yet curvy figure of the LAPD detective make her way towards the pool. That bikini was just fantastic. He had to really keep himself in check to not stare too obviously earlier when she had first stepped out of the bathroom in this attire, but now, he was free to check her out to his heart’s content.

Despite being in her mid-thirties, Nancy’s body would put any girl ten years her junior to shame. Taut and toned, yet curved in all the right places, Fletcher had found himself wondering more than once in the past whether she or Syd were more attractive and he had to admit that more often than not, his judging swung in the Latina’s favor. A gorgeous face with big, dark eyes, a dainty nose and full cocksucker-lips was enough to get any man’s mind turn dirty. Her skin, a complexion somewhere between honey and caramel, was perfect and smooth all over, just begging to be touched, only marked by a few tattoos: the rosary on her right shoulder, the crescent and arrow on her left elbow as well as the series of notes on her left shoulder blade. At least those were the one’s Fletcher could see.

And currently, he could see a lot. He did not know who had sold this bikini to Nancy, but he made a mental not to include him in his prayers: Those firm, soft c-cups were jiggling deliciously with every step, almost threatening to fall out of the cups which were putting up an admirable struggle to at least cover her nipples. Her white bottoms were equally narrow and Fletcher was unable to pass up the opportunity to zoom in on Nancy’s crotch, pulling up a screen-filling shot in high definition.

“Oh, that bitch is definitely smooth…” he smirked, leaning closer to the screen. To capture the rapper’s attention Nancy had definitely gone all out in revealing ways that were uncommon for the usually stylish police officer. Held up at her hips by two nice, little bows, the bright, white fabric tapered down between Nancy’s thighs, so narrow, that on either side it revealed a good third of her pussy lips to show off soft, immaculate skin. In addition to that, the bottoms literally clung to her mound, leaving little to the imagination as, while Nancy had walked, it appeared they had bunched their way up into her slit. Fletcher wasn’t sure if she was aware that she was clearly showing off the outlines of her cunt in a sinful cameltoe.

“Alright, Nancy, time to give him a show, get his attention!” Fletcher spoke into the microphone, unnecessarily announcing the next step of the plan as Nancy approached the pool. On one of the cameras he could see the corners of her mouth tighten for just a moment as she heard it, but just a heartbeat later this twitch was gone.

“That’s a good girl!” Fletcher muttered off-mic as Nancy circled around the pool, a seductive swing to her hips, and made her way over to the lounging chairs. Within seconds, she had the attention of the two teenage geeks playing on their phones in one far corner. Their jaws literally dropped as she sauntered by and Fletcher couldn’t hold back a chuckle as they stared at her bouncy ass in the most obvious of ways. It was not like he could blame them!

“Gotcha!” he then triumphed, briefly pumping his fist into the air as Nancy made her way past Kateshi and the heavily tatted man immediately fell to the temptation, lifting his head, he lowered the big, hellishly ugly sunglasses he was wearing and peered over them, watching intently as Nancy dropped her keys, towel and bottle of sun lotion onto the lounger next to his. She then briefly looked over at the rapper and gave him a short, flirtatious smile before she turned and made her way over to the pool.

“Oh, you are good, girl!” Fletcher grinned as she dived into the pool with a graceful leap, barely making a splash as she broke the surface. It seemed the coy smile had sealed the deal as her target was unable to tear his eyes off her, instead watching her every move with a dumb, cocky smirk on his face as Nancy began making laps in the pool.

“Fucking hell, you are one hot, little bitch…” Fletcher growled (after making sure his mic was switched off). Assured that everything was going according to plan, he indulged in watching Nancy drive her body through the water with gracious, powerful strokes. Her golden skin gleamed in the sunlight in the most alluring ways. Feeling his thick cock stir in his pants, the big hacker took the liberty of rubbing his bulge, feeling a pang of envy at the colorful young man at the pool who was about to get his hands on this hot little piece of ass.

To be honest, ever since Syd had introduced her smoking Latina partner back at his place he had fantasized about getting lucky with her. It was not only her gorgeous body, but also her cocky, almost arrogant attitude that made the big man want to hold her down and fuck the ever-loving hell out of her. The vibe of superiority that the stunning woman seemed to give off drove him mad. It really just made him want to bend her over his desk then and there, yank down those tight, well-fitting pants and give her the ride of her life. Fuck her until she begged for mercy…

But Nancy was married and any attempt he had made had been shut down in its infancy. Even now that it appeared like her marriage was shot, his approaches were ignored or laughed off as a joke, frustrating him more than a bit. He just wanted her face-down-ass-up on his bed…

Mesmerized, he followed her glistening form for several minutes as Nancy swam. Then, before the show got old and she would lose her target’s attention, Nancy made her way to the side of the pool and effortlessly pushed herself up on the rim, climbing out with sparkling beads of water dripping from her barely clothed body.

Neither Fletcher nor Kateshi (nor the two geeks for that matter) were able to tear their eyes off her as she made her way over to her lounger. All of them let out a simultaneous groan as Nancy, strategically facing away from Kateshi, bent over to pick up her towel, pushing her scrumptious booty out in the process. Then, as she used the towel to rub her chest dry, she glanced back at him over her shoulder with an almost coy smile.

“Great job, Nancy!” Fletcher whispered into the mic as she lay down. Kateshi sat up, ready to engage in conversation. Hook, line and sinker!