Chapter Eight
May 23rd, 10:37 PM
She could feel the warm night air on her naked butt when a voice called out loud and clear across the rooftop:
"FREEZE!"
The man on top of her turned, his hands slipping out of her spandex, his body peeling away from her thighs.
"Oh," he said, sheepishly. "Evening, officer."
The loud and clear voice rang out again. "Step away from the Blue Lynx."
What was this? The police? Erin slowly tried to roll herself around, but the man's hand quickly arrived on her back again, keeping her in place.
"I said step away!"
"Listen, officer," the Rattlesnake said. "This ain't what it looks like. I'm actually doin' a bit of security myself. This... Woman was up here, err, disturbin' the peace."
The voice was having none of it. "Put your hands in the air!"
The Rattlesnake laughed. "Can't do that, sir."
Erin felt him take off from her back. He was running, whether toward the cop or away from him, Erin didn't know. But she heard the sound of a scuffle, a collision, and then a loud cracking sound. She found she could roll over, so she turned around, sliding down the brick wall, and saw a tall man-- an older man, maybe in his early sixties-- standing over the Rattlesnake, who appeared to be unconscious.
"Jesus," the older man said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "What the hell happened up here?"
Erin saw that he was, in fact, armed, but that he wasn't a cop-- he was dressed like hotel security, actually. A feeling of intense love coursed through Erin. This guard had probably saved her life.
"Mmph!" Erin said, meaning, "It's a long story."
The guard wandered over to her and crouched down. He gently untied the knot of the gag and removed the cloth from her mouth. "You doing okay?"
"I'm fine," Erin muttered, but realized she didn't look fine. Her face was burning red with shame and anger, her costume stretched out of shape, her frilly black lingerie sliding out of her spandex, her wrists and ankles still secured tightly with the Spaniel's bolo-bolas. Had a civilian ever seen her in such a disheveled state?
"Here, I'll untie you," the man said. He flicked a pocket knife out and speedily cut through the bonds on Erin's wrists.
"Thank you," Erin said, barely in control of her emotion. "If you hadn't have come when you did..."
"Hey, it's my job," the guard said, working at the bolas on her thighs. "I saw the Spaniel running through the hotel, and figured I should see what was happening. Didn't expect to find all this, though."
Erin reflexively winced when she heard the word "Spaniel." That bastard. He had almost gotten her raped by a Rattlesnake. He had to pay.
"Listen, call the cops, and arrest all of these men. They're part of the Rattlesnake gang," Erin said. "I've got to leave."
The bola fell into pieces around her legs, and Erin cautiously got to her feet, using the brick wall for balance. She tried tucking her panties back into her costume, but found they had been stretched well past the clinging point. So Erin shook her head, grabbed them tightly, and ripped them away from her lower body, leaving just her tight blue spandex in place.
"Here, take these as a token of my appreciation," she said with a grin, placing the torn panties in the guard's hand.
The guard blushed. "Umm, okay."
"Thank you," Erin cooed, leaning into the old man, planting a kiss on his cheek, and dashing across the roof, through the door and into the hotel.
The guard stood there, blinking, alone on the rooftop, turning around in the circle. "Jesus," he whispered.
He balled the Blue Lynx's undies up and slipped them in his pocket.
On to Chapter Nine
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