“You’d make the best evil genius.” She sighs.
“There’s more than the world’s share already,” I tell her. “And it’s three of the not so genius ones we’re trying to trip up,” I remind us both.
There’s a gentle rapping at the door a short while later.
“Our parcels,” Penelope surmises, but it’s only one item hanging on the door handle with a note pinned to the lapel.
Her waitress outfit with a note telling us she starts in a half an hour. At eight o’clock, table number three, with three guests.
“Won’t they recognize me? From the show I mean?” she asks me, changing into her uniform that I’m grateful is a little tight around the chest and hip area.
Her ass makes me growl louder as she turns to one side, adjusting something as she bends over.
My cock is instantly at attention, making me wonder how many more of these uniforms I can have sent up.
Note to self: call the concierge and arrange at least one more to be sent up… This one won’t last ten seconds once I have my way later on.
“I’m confident they won’t recognize you,” I manage, swallowing hard as I try not to cream my pants let alone fantasize about her bouncing on my stiff cock again.
Miles said it himself ‘She’s a nobody’ in his eyes at least. And the three of them will have other things to talk about I’m sure.
But for me right now? Hers is the only body I’m interested in and it takes all my willpower to focus on getting her down to the restaurant where I’ll set myself up at a table hidden from view, right by the kitchen.
This way Penelope can give me any updates as she passes me and I’m only feet away in case there’s any trouble.
“Nervous?” she asks, adjusting her outfit before she starts ‘work’ for the evening.
“Not nervous,” I tell her in a low voice. “Only counting the seconds until I can show you just how proud I am of you right now.”
The sounds of a busy kitchen and restaurant drown me out though, and in seconds my girl is off on her mission.
Will it work?
Even if it doesn’t, we’ll come up with something that will.
I caught a glimpse of our trio at the bar when I sat down and they all looked pretty pleased with themselves already.
Being a non-drinker myself, I can see and hear how loose and loud their mouths are already, even over the dining room chatter.
I have to stay out of sight though, not easy for a man my size but I don’t think anyone’s gonna come snooping right by the kitchen.
I wait, and I wait some more before Penelope finally passes.
I give her an expectant look, but she shakes her head, hurrying through to the kitchen before reappearing moments later with three plates of entrées for her table.
Glancing at my watch it’s spot on eight-fifteen…
It could be a long night, or it could all be over in an hour with no result.
The next time she passes, I can’t wait. I need to touch her, ask her how it’s all going.
“Where’s your phone? Is it able to pick up what they’re saying?” I ask, suggesting we test it out.
“It’s right in front of them,” she says with a coy smile, making me feel a stab of concern. I almost panic until her smile widens.
“Now, don’t be mad… But I took your advice. Became part of their conversation,” she says hurriedly, pushing my mitts off her and straightening her dress before she steps away to head back over to their table.
“What did you do?” I hiss in a whisper after her.
She turns. “Well, I’m not allowed to have my phone with me while I’m at work, so I asked if they’d mind it for me. It’s sitting right on their table.” She winks before shimmying off again.
Taking my breath away with her.
Not only is she a perfect fucking ten to look at but with a personality to match. Her mind is brilliant.
That’s my girl.
It becomes something of a nerve-wracking wait once it’s clear the trio we’re trying to catch look like they’re in for the long-haul party of sorts.
Drinking way more than they eat, it’s not long before they’re so rowdy that the restaurant manager suggests they take it to the bar, which they do.
Penelope flocks back to me all smiles and flashes me her phone.
“I hope this worked,” I murmur because the thought of her out in public dressed so fine makes me so fucking horny it isn’t something I want to repeat.
“Upstairs. Now,” I command, guiding her with my hand on the small of her back all the way to the service elevator in the back of the kitchen.
The ride up to our suite is nowhere near fast enough.
“Don’t you wanna hear the recording?” she asks, my hands all over her fine body long before we reach our door or the bedroom.