“Come on, let’s take you back,” Candace said offering her hand.
“Why are you being so nice?” Portia asked taking Candace’s hand and exiting the stall.
“Because I was in your shoes once before,” Candace replied.
CHAPTER 7
Up until Kyle was put underneath baskets of potatoes and turnips, he thought the plan was great, but now that he was lying in an inch of rotting vegetable slime and remnants of past deliveries left to decay in the bed, he reconsidered.
“God it stinks,” Cal complained.
“You and I have something to agree on,” Kyle said.
“Hey guys, keep your mouth shut, we’re coming up on the main gate,” Dana barked through the sliding rear window of the truck’s cab.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tommy quipped as he gave a half assed salute.
Dana slowed the truck until she came to a full stop at the large metal gate that blocked the main drive towards the hotel. She manually rolled down the window on the old truck and greeted the guard, “Hi.”
The guard looked at her then into the cab. “Hey, Dana,” he flirted.
“Shift time,” she said.
“Can you do me a favor?” the guard asked.
“Sure, what do you need?”
“Peanut butter, my wife has been talking about it non-stop. Any chance you have some you could spare?”
“For you, anything, I’ll see what I can do,” Dana replied.
“Thanks. I’ll radio ahead to have the guards keep the second gate open and to expect you at the loading dock, that way you can just go on up without further stopping,” the guard said as he gave her a wink.
“Now, now, let’s not do something we’ll regret,” Dana flirted back.
“Have a good shift,” the guard said stepping away from the window.
Dana waved, rolled the window up and pulled away. When she was far enough she leaned back towards the open rear window and said, “Well boys, we’ll clear all the way through. Now remember, when we get to the loading dock, just stay put until I get the truck inside the bay.”
The guys are replied their acknowledgement.
Dana drove easily through the second gate and meandered her way to the rear of the hotel. The cover of night she hoped would be helpful when getting the men out of the back. Arriving at the loading dock, she backed the truck into a small loading bay, got out and closed the door. When the door slammed shut, she called out, “Hurry up, get out.”
Kyle tossed the two baskets off him and jumped out of the back. The others followed.
“My back is soaking wet,” Cal complained.
Unfazed, Kyle asked, “Where’s the service elevator?”
“This way, follow me,” Dana said and swiftly marched off towards a double set of doors.
The men followed with their rifles at the ready. Once at the door, they stacked up while Dana opened the door and looked down the hallway. Seeing it was clear, she said, “No one is here, come, hurry.”
With Kyle leading, they came through the door and turned right. Steps later they were standing in front of the service elevator.
Dana hit the button and looked up to see the elevator was on Level Five. “Here is comes.”
The elevator arrived with a ding. The doors opened and standing in the car was a guard. He looked at Kyle and hesitated for a second before reaching for his sidearm.
Kyle raised the rifle and squeezed off two rounds, both striking him in the chest.
The guard fell back against the wall of the elevator car but his chest plate armor prevented the rounds from penetrating.
Seeing he was still alive, Kyle raised the muzzle and squeezed off one more shot. It struck him in the face and proved to be the kill shot.
With the guard killed, everyone got on the elevator.
Dana glanced down at the guard. She recognized who it was and couldn’t help but be a bit saddened that he was dead.
Cal didn’t feel such remorse, he spit on the guard and snapped, “Fascist.”
Dana hit the button for Level Five and stepped back. The doors closed and she turned to the others. “I’m stepping out first. I’ll go down to lure a few guards back. I need you to go left, head down to room five thirteen, the door will open without a lock.”
Kyle nodded. He was very impressed with her, she was on point for sure. Eric and Cal, he could do without.
The elevator reached Level Five.
Everyone raised their rifles just in case but when the doors opened it was clear.
Dana stepped out first and looked both ways. “Come on. Head down and remember, be quiet.”
The men did as she said and hurried towards room five thirteen. Just before making a turn in the hall, Kyle looked back to see Dana unbuttoning her shirt.
Dana took slow and measured breaths as she made her way towards the presidential suite. Her plan was risky but she felt confident in men’s carnal desires clouding their judgement.
Outside the suite’s door stood six guards. They were chatting and laughing, not displaying an ounce of professionalism. The lead guard, a man by the name of John, spotted her approaching. He had an eye already for Dana and would be easy pickings. “Look who’s here,” John said.
The other guards looked and saw Dana coming.
Dana stepped forward and said, “Hey guys. I thought I’d come up and see if Number One had mentioned what he may want for breakfast.”
John noticed her top was unbuttoned to expose her cleavage and approached her. “Delicious Dana, oops, sorry, I meant Cook Twenty-two,” he laughed and continued, “You didn’t need to come all the way up here to ask that. Why don’t you tell me and the boys here why you really came up?”
John was going for it right out the gate. It was a welcome surprise of which she was going to capitalize on. “You’re right. I could’ve just radioed but I wanted to see you,” she said expressing herself seductively.
Aroused, John stepped forward and looked down her shirt. “I knew you had…um, boys, look,” John gushed staring at her cleavage.
A strong feeling of disgust washed over her but she couldn’t let that show. She touched his chest and purred, “Would you like to see more?”
“Are you fucking serious?” John asked.
“I hate to say it, but I’ve been looking at you for some time. You’re all I can think about and when I got here, I just wanted to come up here and…” she said stopping herself to leave her desires a mystery.
“And what?” John asked.
She looked to John’s left and right and saw the others were just as excited as he was. “How about I show you?”
Shocked by her proposition he looked back at the others for reassurance.
One of the guards by the name of Chuck said, “Go ahead. Maybe I’ll get sloppy seconds.”
This was Dana’s opening and she took it, “How about now?”
“Me?” Chuck asked pointing at himself.
“Yeah, and you too,” she said pointing at the man behind him.
“I’m up for a four way,” he exclaimed.
“Hold on, she’s mine,” John declared angrily.
“Sssh, I want all of you at the same time,” she said leaning in close and whispering, “At the same time.”
“Let’s go,” John said grabbing her forcibly by the arm and pulling her down the hallway but in the opposite direction.
“No, wait, I have a room,” Dana said insistent.
“I do to, come on,” John said pulling her hard. Chuck and the third guard, Tim, followed like puppies.
“The room I have is clean.”
“Who needs clean?” John asked and pulled her harder.
“No cameras, I mean it’s clean because I know there’s no cameras, you guys don’t want to get caught doing this, do you?” Dana asked becoming increasingly concerned her plan was beginning to fall apart.