She tries to continue her job, but Fletcher messes with her

Nancy’s throat tightened and she had to fight back with every fiber of her being not to crush the insolent prick right then and there, but to focus on the mission instead. The greater good... She took a deep breath, reaching behind herself with her free hand to adjust her bottoms, covering her modesty. “I… I know!” she replied, blushing. Her next sentence made her feel nauseous. “So how about we go up to your room? Have a little party… it is a little crowded here…” she whispered, nodding towards their audience.

“Oh, absolutely!” Kateshi eagerly agreed, still unable to quite believe that such a stunning hottie wanted to be his groupie. He must have been even more famous that he even realized. “I will take good care of you, shorty!”

God, I hope not… Nancy thought, but only gave a wide smile as she re-tied her bikini top and collected her things before turning to join Kateshi.

SMACK!

Nancy gave a girly squeal as she found herself face to face with the rainbow-haired rapper and his big, strong hand came down square on her butt, the slap ringing loudly and making her jump. Then, instead of letting go, he grabbed a firm handful of her ass as he led her along the pool towards the elevator, groping and fondling the inwardly seething detective’s posterior on the way past the two geeky boys who stared with unveiled envy.

“Everything is going to plan, Nancy!” she heard Fletcher’s amused voice in her ear. Feeling Kateshi’s finger trace the crack of her butt, shamelessly rubbing her asshole through the flimsy fabric of her bottoms, the flustered Latina did not agree with that assessment, whatsoever. This mission was turning out trickier than she had anticipated. She glared at one of the security cameras as they walked past, knowing that Fletcher could see it.

They arrived at the elevator and Kateshi, one hand still on her bottom, pressed the button. It barely took five seconds before the doors slid open, which felt a lot longer to Nancy.

“Woah?!” the rapper froze, a look of irritation on his face as the cabin opened for them to step aside.

“What is it?” Nancy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“The glass!” Kateshi lisped, pointing at the see-through walls that made up all three sides of the elevator. “Could have sworn they were white when I came up…”

Nancy frowned at the floor-length windows, but quickly realized what was happening. “It’s smart glass,” she said.

“Huh?” Kateshi enquired eloquently.

“Smart glass!” Nancy repeated. “It’s a layer of particles between two panes of glass. It is completely see-through when electricity flows through and the particles align, but if the electricity stops, they lose order and the glass turns milky…”

The young rapper looked at her like she had just grown a third boob. “Bitchin’!” he finally grinned. “Why would you do that though? Why not have it see-through all the time?”

She shrugged. “It’s a neat trick I guess… I guess the cabin can get pretty hot when the sun shines in and having milky glass reduces that effect. Once the sun is past they flip a switch, the windows are see-through and you can enjoy the view.”

“Damn, shorty!” the rainbow-haired cretin seemed amazed, “You’re crazy smart!”

His hand still on Nancy’s butt, he led her into the cabin and marveled at the view of the L.A: coastline. It really was a stunning view of the sprawling city beneath, as well as the ocean. Looking down, Nancy saw a terrace of the bar area about ten stories down, where people sat outside in the sun, having drinks. Before she could get too lost in the sights, however, Kateshi dragged her back to the current situation.

“Iiieek!” she yelped, jumping with surprise when Kateshi once again pulled her bottoms to the side and she felt the rough skin of his finger press directly against her small, puckered asshole. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Nobody’s around now…” the rapper hissed into her ear as the doors behind them slid shut and the cabin began its smooth descent.

“Th-there’s still the cameras…” Nancy quickly stuttered, pointing to the small cam that was mounted in the upper corner, a small, red light blinking. She just knew fucking Fletcher was watching! “P-please, let’s just wait until we’re in your room, yeah?!”

Kateshi looked up at the camera and gave an annoyed grumble. However, he gave in, allowing Nancy to finally pull his hand away from her butt and pull her bottoms back into place, which she quickly did. This idiot was out of fucking control. She couldn’t wait this job to be over with…

-

“What a sneaky bastard!” Fletcher chuckled, having followed the entire show via the security cam. Seeing Nancy squirm like this was incredibly gratifying after she often came off as rather smug. Seeing her having to play along and endure the mumble-rappers advances like this was sweet, not to mention how hot it was to watch that tight, caramel-skinned body get fondled. In fact, he enjoyed the little comeuppance that she was being subjected to more than he had thought, almost hoping for more.

Getting an idea, he pressed a few keys on his laptop. He was already inside the hotel’s security system, so it hardly took him more than a few seconds to find the right programs. A few clicks later and he watched the elevator’s cabin come to a sudden stop. He chuckled as Kateshi crashed to the floor, a panicked look on his face while Nancy barely stayed on her feet and stayed composed, despite obviously being confused. A few more clicks and the red light on the security camera was shut off and the sides of the cabin suddenly went from see-through to milky, switching within a split-second. While he was still perfectly able to see, it would look from inside the cabin like the camera was not working anymore.

“Nancy, you there?!” he asked, flicking on his mic. He could see Nancy jump slightly, but she knew better than to acknowledge him any more as she helped Kateshi, who looked more than a little nervous, back to his feet. “As you might have noticed the elevator seems to be broken… from what I can tell of the error logs here that is an embarrassingly regular problem. Their tech guys are kinda idiots from what it looks like. Bad news is that I can’t do anything about it. The problem seems to be with the hardware somewhere… guess we’ll just have to wait. Good news is that there’s nowhere for him to run…”

He chuckled as he saw the small, nervous glance that Nancy gave the camera. Reaching down, he grabbed a bag of skittles from Nancy’s bag and ripped it open. Time to watch the show…

-

“Ohgod! We’re… we’re going to die!” Kateshi whimpered shrilly, his eyes wide as he leaned against the doors.

“Easy there!” Nancy calmed him, placing her hand on the young man’s shoulder to reassure him. “We’re going to be fine! Breathe! In and out!”

Slowly, she managed to calm the man down and he settled a bit, finding his composure. She didn’t like being stuck here with him, but him panicking in this small space wasn’t making things easier. It was an inconvenience, but not much more than a bump in the road, nothing to derail her… Thankfully, a man’s voice came from one of the speakers, affirming her point.

“Hey, guys! Tech here! Seems like you guys are stuck, huh? That’s not a problem, just be patient while we find out what the problem is and we’ll have you free and enjoying yourselves in no time…”

“See?!” Nancy smiled, “We’ll be fine!”

Kateshi looked at her, catching his breath. Soon a wide grin spread out on his face. “Fuck, shorty!” he giggled, “We panicked there, huh?”

“We sure did!” Nancy almost grinned as the rapper straightened himself, putting on a macho pose.

“Sooo..” he lisped, “Cameras are out, glass is not see-through… seems to me we are alone and have some time to kill, shorty!”

Nancy heard alarm bells ring in her head as the young man moved in closer, reaching for her hip. Instinctively, she took a step back, but her butt immediately bumped against the glass wall and Kateshi closed the distance.

Fuck, she thought. Fuck!