Meanwhile, in Fletcher's room

Leaning back against the headboard, his long legs stretched out in front of him, Fletcher lazily flicked through the channels on the big, wall-mounted television in front of him as he did his best to kill time. His laptop sat on the sheets next to him, open and running, ready to go as soon as Nancy did her part and plugged his stick into the laptop.

“C’mon, Nancy, what’s taking so long?!” the big geek muttered to himself before he lifted his hand to his nose. Right after Nancy had left, Fletcher had been unable to resist and moved to go through her neatly folded clothes in the bathroom. To his utter delight, Nancy had been wearing a cute, black thong and when he had smelled it he could still detect a faint trace of Nancy’s fragrance, mixed with the delectable vanilla-sandalwood-perfume she wore. The panties were now wrapped around his fist as he played with them, imagining the tight, little pussy they had covered just an or two hour earlier.

He wasn’t quite sure what was going on. While he wasn’t worried – he had seen Nancy handle far more dangerous men than these two jokers – he definitely was bored since he had little idea what exactly was happening in Mendes’ suite. With Nancy paying for the room, he had decided to order some room service. The burger had been tasty and the girl who had come to serve it had giggled cutely when he had made a flirtatious remark. He had given her a generous twenty-dollar tip which he had taken from Nancy’s wallet that had been lying about with the rest of her clothes and the young blonde had given him a wide smile. Now he watched tv while finishing off the last of his fries, awaiting his moment when he would begin his raid of Mendes’ online database. Everything was prepared for a quick and smooth operation.

BING!

“Finally!” Fletcher sat up and grabbed his laptop, sitting it down on his thighs as it told him that Nancy had finally managed to do her part. He hit a few keys and his eyes widened.

He had everything prepared just according to Nancy’s instructions. He had even gone the extra mile and found a second dropbox where Mendes had saved his pictures as a back-up of a back-up to make sure their mission was a success. However, the neat little program he had put onto the stick had a few extra effects that he had failed to tell Nancy about. As the beautiful Latina Detective plugged the stick into Mendes’ laptop’s port, it immediately established a connection to Fletcher and sent a copy of every file it deleted right to him.

It was a betrayal, sure, but it really was a victimless crime. He wouldn’t do anything with the pictures, Izzy and Nancy would be none the wiser, but when he had heard about explicit pictures of Nancy’s pretty but obnoxious step-daughter, he had been unable to resist. He had only met the eighteen-year-old a few times, but her teenage better-than-you attitude had gotten on his nerves pretty quick. Seeing her brought down a peg really seemed like an appealing idea, so he had decided to get his hands on those pictures. The next time the teen would bitch at him for cracking a harmless joke, he’d be able to think of them to keep his calm.

What he had also done, was install a little standard program that took over the laptop’s camera. He wasn’t sure what he had expected when the live feed opened, but any expectations he could have had were blown out of the water as the picture cleared up.

“Oh my… sweet Jesus!” Fletcher gasped with a long, appreciative whistle.

Nancy was bent over the laptop, apparently checking whether there was any sign of the program at work, completely oblivious that he was now able to see her. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened over the last hour, but now he knew that he had missed something tremendous! It seemed like Nancy had to go the extra mile to get her hands on Izzy’s photos as she was now completely naked. Before he could think about it, Fletcher’s fingers worked to save the stream of Mendes’ camera to his own laptop.

He had imagined Nancy naked ever since he had first laid eyes on her. When Syd had first introduced her, he had bitten his tongue to hold back the first six comments coming to his mind as even he thought them inappropriate. Syd was gorgeous, Nancy easily had her beat in the looks-department with perfect, smooth, golden skin, stunning eyes and full cocksucker-lips that immediately curled in disgust when he had fired the seventh comment that came to his mind at her. Ever since, he had lusted after the sexy Latina.

Now, her bare tits swayed right in front of his lens, looking incredibly soft and firm. Fletcher grunted with appreciation as he took in her light brown, little nipples, which stood pert and stiff atop her mounds, surrounded by small, tight areolas. They were just about perfect.

It was when Nancy bent a little lower to make sure everything was working properly when Fletcher’s jaw fell. She had gone the extra mile alright! A sight he’d never believed he’d see, Nancy’s perfect, beautiful face was painted with thick, creamy cum. White lines stretched over her nose, lips and both cheeks, all the way across her left eye, contrasting enticingly with her sun-kissed skin. Her hair was utterly disheveled in the trademark “freshly-fucked” look and Fletcher took several screenshots as she squinted at the screen with her one un-glued eye.

“Yes!” the black man cheered, pumping his fist as the oblivious Detective straightened, apparently assured that everything was working properly and Fletcher was granted a perfect view of Nancy’s smooth, supple pussy. As her face suggested, it looked like the little skank had used her pretty twat to get her chance. It was something he’d never thought she’d be willing to do, but her flushed mound left little doubt that she had just been fucked, and fucked well from all appearances.

She turned around and Fletcher got the view of her final, maybe best asset. “Hallelujah!” he grinned, adjusting his thick glasses as Nancy’s athletic, thick booty was revealed to his camera, perfectly round, perfectly tight, perfectly smooth. He watched mesmerized as it swayed from side to side when Nancy walked away, quickly making her way out of frame, presumably to wash up.

“Fucking hell,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at what he had just witnessed. The fact that this slut had the nerve to act all stuck-up, prim and proper only to then use her body to get what she wanted was mind-blowing. It took a minute to process things.

When Nancy returned, she had indeed cleaned up. As she approached the laptop, Fletcher got a full frontal view of her perky tits and shaven pussy, the triumphant smirk on her face when she saw that the stick had done its job just making things sweeter.

“Slut!” he scoffed to himself as Nancy pulled out the stick, then he groaned with disappointment as she slammed the laptop shut, cutting his feed.

“Fuck!” he mumbled, but could feel the grin etched into his face. That had been an unexpected treat. And he still had a wealth of photos to skip through… right after he finished his actual mission.

Whistling merrily, the huge hacker let his fingers dance over the keyboard, methodically erasing several years’ worth of work from Mendes’ dropboxes, the image of Nancy’s cunt still fresh in his mind.