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The Angels and a Pirate	By : NatMar Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After pulling the stretch limo into the marina parking lot, John Bosley turned in the driver’s seat to face the trio of women lounging in the spacious passenger compartment.
“I know this seems like an easy assignment, Angels,” he said as he took off his chauffer’s hat and set it aside. “In addition to the number of extreme allegations against him for a variety of nasty criminal activities, rumors that he has threatened the President’s daughter has raised concern for the President’s family visit this weekend. So we’ve been assigned to take him off the streets before that happens.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, Bosley. This couldn’t be easier,” Kelly Garrett smiled as she brushed her dark hair back over her shoulder. She was dressed in a pair of extremely short, neon green shorts and a top that was closer to a string bikini than a shirt. Fishnet stockings crisscrossed down her legs to a pair of stiletto heels. “All we have to do is get him to solicit us for prostitution, and we have justification for taking him into custody.”
“And when he does solicit us, I’ll have it all recorded so there’s no chance of him dodging the charges,” Sabrina Duncan checked the recording device which had been embedded in a large belt buckle that wrapped around a dark mini skirt, complimenting a bright pink tube top with sparkles. A pair of go-go boots stretched up over her knees.
“And even better, he specifically asked for three of us, so we can easily cover each other in order to make sure we all get out safe and sound,” Jill Monroe popped open the limo door and hopped out with enthusiasm. She was dressed in a very low riding pair of bell bottom jeans and a loose fitting, sky blue blouse that was tied loosely at the base of her sternum, instead of being buttoned, clearly revealing her cleavage. A pair of platform shoes added several inches to her height.
The others joined her and all three angels laughed as they strolled down the docks towards the enormous yacht moored at the end. Several boat owners and crew turned to watch the angels in their bright colored, skimpy clothing. There was enough exposed skin to tantalize any potential patron. And each of the women had the kind of body to back up the merchandise being marketed.
The yacht, named the Pirate’s Grotto, was an 80’ pleasure yacht with a tall mast supporting advanced radar and communication equipment. At the stern, a classic teak speedboat hung from davits ready to be used as a tender. The briefing said that it had a crew of 15 men and women to operate and care for its owner and his guests.
When they made their way up the gangplank, the women were met by a silent crewmember who eyed them up and down before leading them below deck to a spacious lounge where the undercover detectives settled in and made themselves comfortable on the wrap around cushioned bench. The crewman’s lecherous gaze may have been unsettling, but the angels relaxed with the realization that their cover was firmly established. They obviously looked the part of common streetwalkers. After a few moments a large man in an expensive suit entered. The women immediately recognized him as Damion Brewster.
“Welcome Ladies, thank you for coming. Can I get you some drinks?” Brewster said as he circled towards the bar.
“We’d prefer to get down to business before we start the party. Perhaps you’d like to tell us why you’ve called us here?” Kelly crossed her shapely, fishnet clad legs, drawing his attention up to the point where her short shorts met her thighs.
Brewster grinned as he poured himself a drink.
“Obviously you know that prostitution is illegal in this state. But what if I told you that there was a way for you to pursue your career with no fear of legal reprisals?” Brewster circled the room, eyeing the women.
“How do you figure that?” Sabrina leaned back on the sofa, making sure that her belt buckle had clear access to record the conversation.
“I hope you’re not planning on taking us out into international waters,” Jill said with her disarming smile. “We’re going to want to know what you have in mind and have some commitment before we go anywhere with you.”
“Oh, I understand that completely. I wouldn’t expect you to commit without an agreement. It’s nothing like that,” Brewster laughed and refreshed his drink. “Of course, as you know, it’s completely legal for consenting adults to do whatever they want as long as it’s not being done for monetary compensation.”
“And why would we want to consent to anything if it’s not for… compensation?” Kelly kept the frustration out of her voice at the verbal gymnastics that this guy was going through. It shouldn’t be this hard for him to make a simple offer.
“Because there’s a chance that you’d come out even better,” Brewster grinned and leaned against the bar. “Imagine getting paid for an entire night’s work without having to do anything.”
“You’re going to pay us for doing nothing?” Jill asked skeptically.
“That’s exactly what I’m offering, on one condition…” Brewster paused to build the anticipation. “You see, I’m not greedy, I don’t really need all three of you. One woman as beautiful as any of you is more than enough. So, as long as all three of you consent to stay with me for 24 hours and do anything I desire for free as my consenting partner, I will pay the other two of you $500 each to just leave freely, with no services rendered.”
The angels glanced nervously at each other as they witnessed their simple assignment begin to crumble.
“I don’t know that any of us are really eager to donate our services…” Sabrina shuffled nervously.
“Oh come now, each of you has a chance of making an easy $500 for doing nothing, simply by accepting a 33% chance of having to agree to render complimentary services. What kind of gambler wouldn’t jump at those odds?”
“We aren’t gamblers, Mr. Brewster,” Jill stated.
“No, but if you are what you claim you are, and you’re willing to do anything for money, then why wouldn’t you jump at this opportunity? That is why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Once again the angels shared a glance, recognizing the danger that they would be in if their cover was blown. Slowly, all three women nodded as they agreed to the proposition.
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