0 comments/ 88622 views/ 2 favorites Do Not Disturb By: Cinnamon2000 Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional (as far as I know) and does not imply anything whatsoever about the true sexual orientation of Miss Britney Spears (as far as I know) * * * * * Belle and her friend, Timothy, rode the elevators of the hotel, giggling like crazy. It was rumored that Britney Spears was staying in this hotel. She was in town to do a show. They stopped on each floor, walking up and down the hallways, looking for a long-legged blonde/brunette with chestnut eyes. Belle said, "I think we should just go to our room for awhile and rest up for a while. We've been looking for a good 2 hours. " "Yeah, but I just bet as soon as we close our door, we'll miss seeing somebody, " Timothy complained. "You mean TJ don't you?" Belle teased him. He shot an annoyed expression at her. "Yes, " he said after pausing. "I do mean him! Who else IS there?" "Oh, just Britney, " Belle said, her breath quickening. "Yes, just Britney, " Timothy declared loudly as he danced in the elevator. The elevator stopped and opened onto the top floor. "Let's do this floor and then we'll go rest up, " Belle advised Timothy. "Belle, we can't DO the whole floor. We'd be exhausted by then!" They laughed, but stopped when they saw TJ coming out of a room. He was checking for his card key in his backpack. He pulled it out and put it back in, and turned toward them, staring at Tim's athletic form in his wifebeater and jeans. TJ smiled at them and walked quickly to them. "Hi!" he said to them, smiling at them both, but then fixing his gaze on Timothy. "Hi, TJ, how's it going?" Tim said. "Oh, I see you know who I am. But who are you? It's going good... even better now, " he said. He and Tim looked at each other, their eyes searching for - a connection. "I'm Bella, and this is Timothy. Timo-" she looked at him. He looked like he was gonna jump on TJ. And TJ looked like he wanted to jump back. "Were you getting ready to go rehearse? " Bella asked him. "No, just downstairs to the gym. Did you guys want to join me, maybe? You look like you could lift some things, " TJ said suggestively. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind helping you do some sets, " Tim replied, taking TJ's hook, line, and sinker. "Is Britney here?" Bella asked, anxious now that she realised she was becoming a 3rd wheel. A door opened and closed down the hall. "Yah, she's here, but she's chilling out today, "TJ said, throwing his hand up. "Oh! Well, I'm not in the mood for exercising. You two go on without me, " Bella said, even though they weren't really listening to her. She pushed Tim as he walked away. "Ow! What?!?" he said. "Have a great time. " "I will. We'll hook up later. You really do look tired. You going back to the room now?" "Uh, yeah, I'm gonna get something to drink first. " The two men got onto the elevator together, talking excitedly. Bella laughed at them and went to find a drink machine. She said to herself as she dropped the coins in the slot, "Well, gee - he sure lucked out. What about me?" She walked out of the room and continued down the hall, noticing the food trays on the floor in front of the rooms. She could hear activity behind some of the doors. The Ocean Sprays in her hands were freezing, and she wished she had something to wrap around them. She glanced down at some of the trays, looking for a clean napkin. She couldn't find one. She went to the end of the hall, and saw a huge tray by a triple set of doors. It hadn't been touched, and was loaded to the max with lunch foods. There was a huge stack of sparkling cloth napkins on the side of the tray. "They can't possibly need all of these, " Bella smirked. She walked up to the tray quickly and bent down to get two. The door flew open and Bella looked up and into the face of Britney Spears. "I just needed some napkins... uh... sorry.. " Bella said, dropping the napkins and the Ocean Sprays. Bella's eyes dropped and traveled up Britney's full form, encased in a pair of jean shorts and a blue tube top. Bella could smell Britney's unique scent, and shook her head to pull herself together. She stood up, surprised to find that they were the same height. "Don't worry about it, " Britney said quickly. "Quick, come in. " "OK!" Bella stepped in, and Britney dragged the tray in behind her. Bella looked at the rise of Britney's jean shorts, swallowing as it exposed more of her thick thighs. "Would you like to have lunch with me? I'm so lonely in here... " Britney asked Bella coyly. "Sure!" Britney walked over to the tv and picked up a "Do Not Disturb" sign. She opened the middle door and hung it around the doornob. Bella's eyebrows raised. Britney walked back over to where Bella was standing, and looked her up and down slowly, passion building in her eyes. She stared into Bella's eyes, searching. Bella stared back. Bella said, "I can imagine that you get lonely, Britney. I'm lonely too. " Britney motioned for Bella to follow her. Bella thought if she saw Britney switch one more time she would rape her. "We can eat on my bed. " "Is anyone else... in here?" Bella asked, looking around at the huge suite. "No, just me, " Britney said as she situated the tray on the bed. "I'll help you pull it... towards the middle, right?" Bella said. She leaned over and helped pull the tray, excited. When she looked up, Britney was looking down her shirt. Bella licked her lips and cleared her throat. "What kind of things do you like to eat?" Bella asked, eating a french fry. "Oh, honey, all KINDS of things, " Britney replied, sipping a milkshake. "What about you?" She toyed with her straw, running her tongue around the tip. "Oh.... " Bella swallowed entranced with the sight. "The same.... sweet and sour things... but I like chicken the best. " "Do you like me?" Britney asked. "What do you mean?" "Do you like me... for me? I'm sure you know who I am?" "Yes, I do. I think you're very sexy woman, and love what you do for music. " Bella said honestly, sitting her french fry down, starting to lick the salt from her finger. "Let me help you lick that off, " Britney moaned, and Bella held out her finger. Britney leaned over and drew it deep into her mouth, moaning around it. She sounded so good moaning. Bella's pussy began to throb madly. "Britney.... Brit-" she moaned. Britney began kissing her whole hand slowly. "I guess you know by now that I love women. " She smiled softly as she licked. Her lips moved up Bella's arm. Bella's eyes were closed. "Let's move this tray. Are you still hungry?" Brit whispered. "Yes, but for you. " The girls moved the tray, but Britney kept a bottle of Hershey's syrup and put it on the side of the bed. She laid Bella down and got on top of her, straddling her waist with her smooth thighs. Bella ran her hands up and down them, reaching under the hem of Britney's jean shorts, searching for her warmth. Britney gazed down at her, and said, "I want some of your Ocean Spray. " "They're over there, on top of the tv. " Bella said, totally relaxed. "No honey, I mean, THIS Ocean Spray, " Britney said, and ran her finger under Bella's dress and in between her wet thighs. "Oh, lordee..... " Bella moaned. "Yes, you can surf the tide. " Bella said a minute later as she realised Britney was kissing her neck. Britney's hair smelled like Herbal Essences, and it feathered all over Bella's face and neck as Britney licked her nape. She moved back up to Bella's lips, running her tongued in between them, darting in and out sensually. Bella poked out her tongue, and Britney sucked it into her mouth. Then Bella did the same to Britney. Slowly, Bella lost all of her clothing. Britney kissed her way down her body, leaving erotic imprints everywhere. She did figure eights around Bella's nipples and belly button, making Bella arch her back, moaning for more. Bella massaged her aching nipples as Britney licked and teased them. Britney could smell her womanscent, and it was killing her. But she loved the sweet torture she was putting them through. She slowly peeled off Bella's soaked panties and wrapped her thighs around her neck. She spread the syrup all over Bella's pussy, then dove in without abandon, sucking and licking like a woman gone sane. "Uh, yeah... baby, yeah......!!!!!" Bella said, pumping her thighs into Britney's face. Britney moaned, aching to get as deep inside Bella as possible. Britney ran her tongue up and down the grooves of Bella's outer lips, then slowly, maddeningly, ran then up inside the inner ones, up and down, up and down..... finally, she slid her tongue in as deeply as she could go. She slid in and out repeatedly, grabbing Bella's asscheeks to spear (no pun intended, lol) her deeper. The taste of her was..... indescribable. It was delicious. Their echoing moans filled the suite. 'I wonder if Timothy can hear us, ' Bella thought, smiling but soon moaning again. Bella bucked against Britney's tongue as it swirled and tugged around at her clit. "Damn, baby, you do this well.... " Bella said, on fire. "I've had some experience. " Britney looked up from between her thighs, face drenched. She smiled and went back down to Bella's clit, sucking it deep into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. "Bri..... Brit...... Britn..... " Bella moaned, gasping. "I'm getting ready to... " Britney buckled down and tongued her whole pussy at one time, clamoring for Bella's release. Bella gave it to her with one long moan that was heard up and down the hall, her thighs quivering. Still Britney pressed on, mad with need as Bella's pussy juices flooded her mouth and face. Beautiful. She licked and ate Bella until she was dry, and still wanted more. It was driving her crazy. "Bella...... damn, I can't do this all the time. I have to perform sometimes! But damn if I don't want to. " "Well, we have these few days. I'll be here. But I'm hungry too!" Bella tried to sit up, but was too exhausted. Britney laughed at her. "You can eat later. Right now it's all about you. " Britney unlocked herself from Bella's thighs and moved up to where Bella was at the head of the deluxe bed. They kissed, Bella licking herself off Britney's face. They drifted to sleep. Do Not Disturb *This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. * I always thought there was something remotely erotic about hotel rooms. It might be because whenever my ex-girlfriend and I got it on, it was always in a hotel room. But apart from that, a hotel room has its own anonymity. You might have a dozen couples move in and out of a room, but as long as it is clean, no one will know. The hotel room has its dim, subdued lighting that makes you want to sit closer to each other, making it nearly as good as a candlelit dinner. There are the pristine white sheets, with the slight mustard or brown blankets that make you want to snuggle up when the too-powerful AC blasts away. The small TV in the corner that you can leave on to cover up any loud moans you make. The shower that washes away the scent of sex from your body. The lift in which you can grab, kiss and cop a feel for the last time. And in the December of 2010, I was sitting in a hotel room in Goa thinking about these things while being impossibly alone and single. My girlfriend of two years had dumped me because she was going abroad to study and I wasn't, and had left me broken hearted. My family had a laugh at my expense. I was alone, and thankfully two of my friends, Rishkesh and Sushant decided to drag my ass out of depression. Their cure was simple. A vacation in Goa. So, we planned ours out. My parents had some kind of club membership by which we would get a week off in some four or five star hotel every year, and we got ours in Goa. Because we hadn't used the damn deal in years, we had nearly a fortnight with two adjoining rooms in some beachside hotel, and I had nothing to do, so I got dragged along. Rishikesh brought along his car, a Skoda, and we drove down. On the first night itself, however, my friends deserted me, and I didn't mind. The thing is that although I was the depressed one, they had the right to have fun. So, on the first day we got there, we dressed up and headed to a disco where Sushant and Rishikesh, both expert dancers hit it off with two white chicks and soon disappeared with them, leaving me clutching some overly expensive drink in my hand bitching to some girl about my ex. She too got bored and left me, and I made my way back to the hotel and slept. This vacation is supposed to be the most popular thing amongst most Indians my age, but all I did was go to sleep. It was 11pm. Due to a military upbringing, I woke up early at around 5 am and sat around doing nothing. Both of my friends had disappeared and were probably in the arms of, or on top of some chick, and weren't expected to return till late afternoon or evening. I sat around for a few minutes and finally decided that what I usually did, back home- take a good, long morning jog, would probably be the best thing to do. I splashed on some aftershave to counter the sweat and after putting on a pair of running shorts, socks and shoes and a t shirt, I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl and headed downstairs. The hotel was a beachside hotel, and it was a Saturday morning, so there was practically no body on the beach. As I ran, I promised myself to get over that bitch, my ex, even if it was the last thing I'd do in my life. I was not used to running on sand as I ran on the street or pavement back home and soon got tired. I sat by the beach contemplating my decision and finally decided to grab a bite and walked towards the beachside bar-restaurant and looked for the bartender. Being morning, the place was deserted. The bartender, with whom Rishikesh had struck up a conversation the previous night, was a young man, still in college and was working here part-time to finance his education. He smiled at me through tired eyes, and I ordered myself a cup of tea, which he did not serve. Settling on a glass of lemonade, I looked around the bar once again. It seemed that the property ran this place in the morning primarily to serve people pick-me-up cocktails. After a night of heavy drinking and partying, it was the least people could expect. It felt odd that the cure to excessive drinking was another drink. As I scanned the bar I saw a girl sitting alone in the corner fiddling with her drink, some kind of orange juice. Less than twenty, she was a bit dark, with pretty eyes and curly black hair. She wore a black party dress which showed off enough cleavage to get any straight man horny. As she moved in her bar stool, I saw her ass- what an ass! She seemed to be lonely and unwilling to move her drink around. I called the bartender and sent her another drink, and waited for her response. The bartender returned and informed me that although she was unwilling to accept a free drink from a perfect stranger, she was ok with being introduced first. I made my way over to her table. I realized that this was the first time I was hitting on a girl properly after being dumped, and by god, I wasn't dressed for it. My white t shirt which I wore to my jog was sweaty and clung to my body, and my shoes were full of sand. And the girl was quite short compared to me- I'm 6'2, and she seemed to be a lot smaller. My short black crew cut style hair was longer now, and would never pass a parade and was sweaty. My physique- which I had earned over years of grueling boxing and karate training- with broad shoulders, a muscular body and a hairy chest was quite sweaty, and I had stubble from not having shaved that probably felt like sandpaper to anyone who touched it. I was not dressed but hell, you have to start somewhere. I made my way over and introduced myself. She gave me her name- Shweta. "What are you doing in a bar so early?" I asked. "Well, it's a long story." "I have time." "My friends and I came down for a week, you know. And basically its four of us, two guys and two girls. My girl friend brought her guy along and I don't even know where they are. And the other guy- he's gay. He hit it off last night with this cute Latino guy and they've gone back to his place. And I'm here, locked out of my own hotel room, waiting for them to come back." "You tried calling them and all?" "I tried. But they are either not answering or switched off. So, I'm waiting here." "Till what time are you going to wait here?" "I don't know, till they come back." "Which is?" "I guess around noon. Then, I'm going to get some sleep." "OK. How do you find Goa? And where are you from?" In general, our conversation was simple and she told me that she was from Mumbai and was studying in a college there. Her friends had come down for the week as a vacation and there was no way she was going to get back into the room. We chatted for a while. I told her I was from Pune and doing my post graduate studies there and that I too was alone, but I had my own room. Soon, we began to flirt. She was hot, and didn't seem to mind my sweaty appearance. Fortunately, the aftershave was killing off most of the smell. "So, have you been to the beach yet?" I asked. "We did walk by it." "No, I mean to the beach. Into the sea." "No. We might go this evening. If my friends return, that is." "Say, let's go for a swim." "No way." "Come on, lets take a walk and we t our feet in the water at least." "No, my dress will get spoilt. And I don't have sandals for the sand." "Neither do I. Lets go take a wash in the sea. Come on!" I said, and cast off my shoes and socks. My keys were at the reception and I was going to take a wash in the sea. Shweta capitulated in my favor and took off her shoes and walked to the beach with me. I waded into the shallow water, and as the waves went over her ankles she seemed to want to turn back. I held her hand and coaxed her deeper, and she seemed willing to join me, as long as I went before her. We were in slightly deeper when I began to get really horny thoughts. The water had made her loose dress stick closer to her body, and her ass was being framed out by the water. Her breasts, although not wet, were being touched by the sea spray and were looking hornier. I wanted her, and considering the fact that I had nothing to lose, I did something really risky. Letting go of her hand, I jumped into the water and swam a few meters away. Thankfully, I had been a passable swimmer in school and showed it off. Shweta nearly screamed seeing me take off. I swam deeper, and then using my full height stood or floated in the water and began to shower her with sea water. Shweta didn't seem to mind it much and playfully began to throw some spray back at me. I had forgotten to take my lenses off before getting in, and the cheap disposable variety that they were, floated away the first moment my face hit the water. I was still able to see, but not so well. I continued to spray water at her, making her come into the water all the same. I liked the way things were going. Shweta's cleavage was in and out of the water, and her breasts were the kind that make you want to beg for milk. I continued to spray her, but realizing that without my glasses, I was weak, I dove under the water and came up on her left and began splashing water on her again. The game had become tinged with a lot of sexuality now. I cast off my shirt and threw it on the deserted beach, letting my hairy chest mingle in the water. Shweta seemed to be good at adapting. After a particularly harsh bit of water hit my eyes, blinding me for a few seconds, I stood up again, looking for her, and she seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly, water from my right hit me again, and she was there, throwing water at me. I had enough and I dipped under water like a shark and grabbed her body and rose out of the water. Shweta was now in my arms, my left arm under her knees, my right under her neck and lifted her clean out of it. She laughed loudly and clung to me, and finding no shirt clung to my chest. We looked into each others eyes. Could there be more to this swim in the sea? "We should go." She said suddenly, and I understood. Gently letting her down, we both waded out of the water, completely drenched. Shweta's hair, earlier shampooed and conditioned and what not was wet and sexy, like the rest of her body, which was framed out thanks to her dress. We walked back to the restaurant where I signed my name for the drinks. The bartender quickly provided us with towels. I looked at Shweta and wondered how she was going to go anywhere with her body so wet. "Hey, if your friends are not in, why you don't come back to my place, I'll give you something to wear." I offered. Lets face it, her dress was wet thanks to me. "No, thanks. I'll be here." "Shweta, you're wet because of me. And you can't possibly stay out here in this condition for the next few hours. You'll catch a cold." "Well..." She seemed to contemplate. "I'll be a real gentleman, I promise. Come with me." Shweta agreed and gathered her stuff from the bartender and came with me. We walked soaking wet through the lobby, all eyes on the hot young thing with me as I picked up my keys from the front desk. We got into the lift and the bellboy smiled and took us to my floor. We got back to my room and I quickly went through my cupboard looking for something clean for her. All the things that turned me on- the dim lighting the coziness of the room, the fresh, clean bed and blankets, the anonymity- all of it was there. Finally, I gave her a towel and asked her to go wash the sand off her body as I picked something out. I picked out a pair of shorts and a t shirt, both mine for her. Although she'd look very odd in them, she'd still be in dry clothes and be clothed properly. I went to the bathroom and knocked. "The door is open, come in." she said from within. "I, uh, picked out some clothes for you", I said, averting my eyes from the shower curtain that hid her body from view but threw a sexy silhouette in the morning sun. "Leave it on the hook, will you?" she asked. I left them on the hook. Right now, my dick and my brain were in a serious argument, about what to do. I wanted her bad, but I didn't know if she was just open minded or inviting me. I wondered if there was electricity between both of us, not just from my side. I couldn't take another rejection right now, I realized. Also, I had promised to be a gentleman. Shweta finally came out wearing just her towel. She looked hotter than ever. Although she was a foot shorter than me, around 5'2, the towel strategically blocked off from view all that was needed, turning me on further. "Your clothes?" I asked. "Oh, I couldn't really put them on in the bath without falling. You mind?" "Not at all. I'll head in for a bath, excuse me." I headed into the shower myself, and stood naked under the water trying to wash away my shame. I was being a wanker, I knew that. Was this was got me dumped? I stood under the shower for a few more seconds and I heard a tap on the bathroom door. I wondered if Shweta had come in to pick up her dress, so I stood quietly behind the shower curtain, waiting for her to leave. The shower curtain moved aside and she looked at me with her sexy eyes. "You mind if I join you?" she asked. My jaw fell. I had not been expecting this. She walked into the shower, her towel still wrapped around her body as she stood in front of me, hot water gently falling on her. I bent down as she reached up, and kissed her on her mouth, with a thirst and hunger that had built up in me for days. My tongue made its way into her mouth as water fell in between our faces. Her mouth was warm and tasted remotely of her drink, and she put her hand behind me, into my hair, and I put my right hand down and grabbed her ass. She seemed to moan as I did that. I grabbed her towel and pulled it off, throwing it aside. I cupped one of her breasts in my other hand, and felt it roughly, savoring the softness and firmness of it. As I kissed her down her neck and on her breasts, she grabbed my hard cock and began to jerk it. I moaned, and she pushed me away and got down on her knees and jerked it some more. Then, running her tongue bellow it, she flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned. My ex never went down on me, the bitch. Shweta sucked on it, moving up and down on it whilst maintaining the snug fit in her mouth. Although I was loving it, I had no intention of coming so soon. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and raised her up and kissed her mouth again. Then, putting my hands under her butt, I lifted her off the floor and carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom, as she easily put her legs around me and kissed me while I took her there. I took her to my bed and threw her on it abruptly, and she gave a little shriek of surprise as I moved towards her on her bed. I held Shweta's legs and moved towards her cunt, as she tried to playfully stop me. I held my head between her legs and breathed lightly on her cunt. Her back arched. I did it again. Her thighs closed around my head as she welcomed my tongue into her. I have always been a champ at going down on women, and I did my best, and it showed. I held Shweta's hands down as I tongued her, and she protested. Finally, I let go of her hands and reached up to cup her breasts as she bucked against my face, harder and harder, making me go deeper and deeper. When I let go, she was flustered and horny, and waiting for more. I kissed her again, as she looked at me expectantly. Thankfully, Rishikesh had bought a large box of condoms and kept some in the cupboard which I quickly found and pulled one out of. With my ex, sex was a rare thing which was a kind of reward, something she hated to do. With Shweta, I was in bed with a woman who liked it as much as I did, and I was enjoying myself. I tried to tear the pack open, but Shweta took it from me. Her hands, being more nimble than mine, easily tore it open, pulled out the condom, and rolled it down my shaft, turning me on even more. I kissed Shweta again and fingered her cunt. She seemed to lose it then, as my finger explored her cunt before my cock would. She thrashed and moaned and begged me to get inside. I obliged. I pushed her leg aside and got between them as she tried to back away from me. Holding her head in place and kissing it, I gently rubbed my cock over her cunt and moved my pelvis back and forth. She moaned. The dry humping was turning her on, as she went wetter and wetter. She begged me again and again, and I finally entered her, giving her time to stretch out to my length and girth. Shweta's back arched as I entered her and stretched her out, and she moaned louder while her eyes rolled up in her head. Her hands were on my shoulders and arms, and her nails seemed to lightly cut into my skin as I began to shove the last couple of inches in. Finally in, she moaned her approval. I began to move in and out, slowly at first, helping her get used to my size. But she wanted it rougher. I held her hands over her head with force and kissed her, while I rammed repeatedly into her, filling her up. She moaned, and so did I. Her cunt was warm, tight and wet, unlike my ex. Fucking her was fucking heaven. It was awesome, as I rode her harder and harder, and she met my thrusts halfway. "Yes, oh yes, oh god yes!" she moaned as I fucked her harder and harder. She put her arms around me and her nails dug into my back, scarring 4 lines down on each side as her back arched and she came loudly, grabbing me harder than ever with her cunt. I moaned out loudly and came, my jism flooding into the condom as it was pumped out by my cock. I lay on top of her, still inside as my cock was still unwilling to soften. Finally, I rolled off her and pulled off the condom and put it into the ashtray. Shweta snuggled up close to me and put her head on my shoulder, her hands touching my hairy chest. I touched the bedside table and found the door card. On one side, it read 'Please clean my room". I figured we needed it, considering how both of us had made a mess of the bed with our wet bodies and burning passion. I turned it over, and read my favorite part about doing it in a hotel: Do Not Disturb. I smiled looking at it. "We're going to need that a lot now, won't we?" Shweta asked. I had a fun vacation from then onwards. And my ex? Who cares? Do Not Disturb...For a Lifetime Of all the nights for her 18th birthday to fall on...it had to be the worse of any birthday she had ever had. Not only was it the night of her Senior Prom, but everyone in her family had made plans that would keep them out late. Some of it she could forgive, her sister's spring piano recital had been planned since last fall, and since her father was a member in good standing of the local chapter of the Fire and Police Benevolent Society and tonight just happened to be their annual charity ball, well that was just her bad luck. As far as her Prom went, she had known the minute the date was announced that she would not being going. Not because of her birthday, but because she wouldn't be asked. Having a father who was big, burly and carried a badge as well as a gun did not make her the most popular girl in town. It was a common complaint that both her older sisters had suffered as well, and her younger sister would suffer in her turn. Actually, what had taken place so far had been good, there had been a very special dinner catered by the best pizza parlor in town, free flowing soda, salad and cake with ice cream as well as balloons. Not to mention a variety of presents from both family and those people who were brave enough to call her friend, all of which had stopped by on the way to the prom to show off their dresses, Tux's and again ask her why she had to be so damn stubborn. Her reply had been the same she had given them from the beginning. There was no way she was going either as a second partner to one of the others, or alone. There was no way she would go out as a third wheel with any of her friends, and the idea of going stag might work for a guy, but not for a girl. Sitting back on the couch, Kali Collins turned the television with the remote and tried to get interested in an old Bogie movie. Normally she would have had no problem, this one was one of her favorites, one of the best romantic movies she had ever seen. When Bogie said "here's looking at you kid" to Ingrid Bergman, you just knew that he was so in love with her, something was going to fuck it all up in the end. It was also one of the movies that she could turn on when her dad and brothers were around because there was plenty of action too. She knew that she was no Ingrid Bergman, and she would never find her Bogie, being her father's daughter being one thing, but besides that, she had been cursed with being a definitely female version of him. Except she was way prettier and she was a solid size 18-20 where her dad had to have all his uniform shirts and pants custom made. Where she was five feet ten, He was six feet plus and had barely made it under the height limitation. They shared the same amber colored hair and eyes. Her dad told her over and over that it was a good thing she had taken her golden skin, narrow turned up nose, full lips, high cheekbones and long golden lashes from her mother. So okay, lousy body, great face...which in this day and age was a death warrant for a teenage girl. Tonight she had problems though, it was after nine, and she was feeling lonely. Her kid sister was spending the night with her best friend Ki-Ki and her older sister Jasmine was off for the weekend with her boyfriend Fred. They were the only two who still lived at home besides Kali and while she enjoyed being on her own for a while, the house just felt way to quiet. The doorbell rang and she sighed as she stood, now what? Going to the door, she peeked out the window on the side and saw a tall, extremely well built frame wearing a police uniform. As the daughter of a cop, she thought the worse as she unlocked the door but left the chain connected. "Can I help you...?" He was even better looking than he was built, nicely tanned skin, bright obsidian eyes, a full mouth, and a soft looking 5 o'clock shadow. His name tag said S. Harrison, and his official identification verified that he worked out of the same precinct as her dad, since she seldom had a reason to go downtown she wondered what she had been missing. He gave her a brilliant smile and took off his hat, he would be even cuter if his hair was just a little bit longer, but it was a fresh haircut, so maybe in a week or two... "Hi, are you Kali Collins...I have a delivery for you..." "A delivery? You look more like a cop than a messenger..." He laughed. "Well tonight I am both, do you know about the big charity raffle the police department held about two months ago?" "Sure, my dad buys enough tickets every year to make mom insist he sleep on the couch for a week, did he finally win?" "I take it that's why your mom makes him sleep on the couch." "Yeah, hey hang on a minute." She shut the door, took off the chain then opened it back up, "sorry, I know all the rules about opening your door at night and all, but that chain is a pain, and since you're a cop I guess it's safe...so what did dad win? Two tickets to the opera or something, he would really love that." "Well, actually this is in your name, it's a certificate..." He looked a little taken back suddenly. He held out a big red envelope with her name scrawled across the front and Fantasy Inc. stamped in the upper left hand corner. "What is Fantasy Inc.? Never heard of it..." She had never seen a man like him blush in her life, but there it was and she wondered if it was some adult toy shop or something like that... What the hell had her dad put her name in a raffle for? "Come on in, unless you have to go deliver another one of these..." "No, this is my last delivery, I live not too far away so actually I'm on my way home." That meant he probably had a girlfriend or wife and a couple kids waiting for him. She bet they were tall, blonde and as beautiful as he was handsome. "Oh, well you're probably in a hurry to get home." "No, not really, there's nothing there that can't wait." She glanced at his left hand, no wedding ring, and no ring line either, but that didn't prove anything, a lot of police officers didn't wear their rings for personal and professional reasons. She wondered if it had something to do with the envelope. He followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa. She got her nail under one corner of the flap and slipped it along the crease. The certificate was printed on expensive card stock and there were all kinds of decorative designs on it. "Congratulations: This certificate is awarded to Kali Collins as First prize in the 25th Annual Metropolitan Police Department's Charity Drive, all proceeds of which are donated to various children's charities in the surrounding metro area. As winner of this prize you are hereby notified that you have won ONE FREE 72 HOUR FANTASY. This certificate is valid for one year from date of award and can be used for one fantasy of your choice, see back for limits and regulations." Turning it over, she saw not only the paragraph outlining the limits and regulations, but a variety of suggestions, all of them leaning to the very erotic. She looked at Officer Harrison and smiled. "You have got to be kidding, I could actually look at you and say, hey, I want you in my bed for 72 hours, and you would be required to oblige...?" Officer Harrison smiled, "well actually, that would be arranged for a later date and but yeah, quite a few of the male and females volunteered for duty...I'm just sort of an example if that was what you decided that was what you wanted. Of course you could meet the other officers if you did." "I bet your wife or girlfriend loves this one. Or do you have an open relationship...?" He shook his head. "Can't have an open relationship when you aren't in one, and I haven't been in five years, I'm divorced." Kali swallowed. "What kind of fool let a man like you get away from her?" She blushed as she realized what she had said. "Sorry, I...it's none of my business..." "It's okay, I'm over it..." "That's good, my brother got divorced last year, he walked in on his wife and a co-worker going at it in his bedroom, he wouldn't have minded so much, but it was another gal." "You're kidding." Kali shook her head. "No, though it does sound like some joke or something, believe me, my brother did not find it the least bit funny." Looking back at the certificate, she put it back in the envelope. "I don't suppose they could award this to someone else huh?" "I think it says non-transferrable, or refundable." "Well it will make an interesting decoration on my wall, because to be honest, I'm not interested in a fantasy...At least not the kind they're offering, now a week in Tahiti or in the bed of some famous actor yeah, but not this way." She lit cigarette, something she didn't do very often. "Tell you the truth, if I was interested, I don't think I would want my fantasy to end after 72 hours." "How long would you want it to last...?" "A lifetime and it's not a real fantasy, it's more like a wish for my future, and whether or not it comes true, well if it does great, but if not, I don't think I will think much about it." He looked at his hands. "Yes you will Kali, you'll think about it every day of your life, you'll feel regret and loneliness and you will always wonder what if. Believe me, every person on Earth has some kind of dream in their lives and when that dream doesn't work out. You spend the rest of your life wondering why and how could you have changed it." "Is that's what it's like for you...?" He nodded. "But this isn't about me, it's about you and why you won't accept a three day fantasy..." She sighed, "I won't accept it because I would know all the time that when it was over everything would go back to the way it was before. There is nothing permanent about a fantasy or a dream, you only have reality, and even that can change day to day, but not as easy as a fantasy or a dream. I can sit here and see a gorgeous man in front of me, and think of all the things I want to say to him or do to him, and that is a fantasy. Or I can sit and talk and listen to him and learn about him and that is reality. In a fantasy he would feel all the things I want him to feel and think all the things I want him to think. But in reality you never really know what that other person is thinking or feeling, unless of course you believe in ESP." "I hate to say it, but you make sense, but let's just for one minute, talk about what you want. How do you know that it would end, how do you know it wouldn't go beyond the time limit?" "Because you can pretend to love someone, even desire them, but if it isn't real, it ends. It's like eating a pizza in a way, you can smell it, you can taste it, but when it's gone, it's gone." That made him laugh, "So basically you're saying that the smell and the taste are the fantasy, but the end result is an empty plate and memories." Kali nodded. "That is another way to put it; I just have this bad habit of dragging things out. Been doing it since I was a kid, it's always drove me dad crazy, he's more the down to earth, tell it like it is kind of person. Maybe that's what makes him such a good cop..." He looked at her in surprise. "Your dad is a cop?" "Yeah, he's a detective down at the metro precinct. Norm Collins." "Then that's why..." He got a strange look on his face. "Kali, tell what your deepest desire is. I know it sound crazy but please..." "I want to fall in love, and I want to be loved in return. I want to meet a man who will be a friend, a lover, a husband, a father to our children, and someone I know will be there at the end of the day, take me in his arms, and tell me everything is all right. Most importantly, I want to meet a man who will take me as I am. I know I'm cute, everyone tells me that, but I also know my body isn't perfect, I talk too much at times, and I am a really sore loser when it comes to games I know I should be able to win, but don't." "What about the man you would choose if you could, what would he be like?" Kali had no idea why Officer Harrison was suddenly so interested in what she was like or what type of man she was interested in. It wasn't like he would ever be, not with his looks or his body. "Well, tall of course, I have this thing about guys whose faces end up square in the middle of my bust line. I keep thinking they're going to take a bite. And I like guys who are kinda slender, not really too skinny or too big you know what I mean? Just somewhere in the middle, and they should have long hair. I think long hair on a guy is the same as most men think of long hair on a woman, but that is really no big deal, I mean what if he had to keep his hair short, or something for his job. Dad had long hair when he met mom, but then he went to work for the police department, and he had to cut it all off, mom cried for weeks. She still keeps in a box upstairs; all braided up and tied with this leather thing that he used to tie it back all the time. Looks are really no big deal, I mean everyone likes looking at a nice face, but let's face it, not all men or women are movie star material. The main things I would look for the most part, are a good heart, a sense of humor and a lot of understanding." "What if he had scars, not so they really show except when he was undressed or such?" This was really beginning to bug Kali, why was he asking all these questions? "No big deal, scars are a part of life, the ones on the inside and the ones on the outside. We all carry them, unless you've grown up locked away in a padded room." To her surprise, he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. She watched in fascination, and yet when he was free of his shirt, she understood his question. His chest, shoulders and stomach were a mass of scars. Some deep and well healed over with scar tissue, some not so bad, but you knew he had been in pain for a long time waiting for them to heal. Getting up to stand in front of him, she couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch them. "What happened to you Officer Harrison...?" He grinned at her, "Kali considering you are standing in front of me, touching my bare skin, I think you can call me by my given name, it's Sam, Sam Harrison. And what happened is I was a rookie, fresh out of the academy, I had just been assigned to a patrol unit, and my partner and I went to answer a call, domestic dispute, I am sure your dad had told you what those can be like." At her nod, he continued, "Turned out to be an interesting set up, two gals and a guy, we got there; found him on the floor bleeding from multiple stab wounds, the two women were still fighting, with knives. They were just starting to calm down when my partner called in for back up and medical response. That did it; both of them went berserk, they didn't care that they were going to be arrested, it was the idea we wanted to get the guy bleeding all over their floor some help. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor, this crazy woman is slicing at me with her knife and I am trying to keep her from killing me the same way she had stabbed her boyfriend. I hear my partner yelling, warning the other bitch to stay back, and then his gun goes off. The gal on top of me sticks the knife in me, and that's when I passed out. Luckily she didn't hit anything vital, but I ended up intensive care for three weeks because of blood loss, and I was in a coma for over a month, it took me another three months before I was strong enough to go home, but when I went home my wife, and my kids, they were moved out.. She told me that she couldn't stand to look at me anymore, that my body revolted her." "You are totally shitting me; she told you that, after all you had been through? What kind of crazy lady were you married to? I mean true the scars are there, but didn't she have any feelings for what you had gone through, the pain you must have been in...?" She shook her head; she couldn't understand how someone could be so callous, so unfeeling. He had risked his life, been wounded, almost died, and she knew that was true, the blood loss alone must have left him weak and out of sorts. "I'm sorry Sam; I shouldn't judge her, but still..." He moved closer to her and shook his head, "It's over and done Kali, she's happy now, and I keep looking for someone, who like you, will take me as I am...unfortunately, most women see the face, but don't want to touch the body...in fact it's been a long time since anyone has touched me the way you're touching me right now." Without thinking Kali ran her mouth over one of the worse scars on his shoulder. It was funny to feel the difference in textures of his skin, but it felt good too, moving her lips up to his throat she kissed it gently. "You've been looking for the wrong kind of woman officer Sam Harrison..." His chuckle was soft and low as he ran his hand along the side of her body, "Have I really Kali Collins?" She shivered as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed it gently. "Oh definitely, I think you feel very, very good, and you taste even better." "Do I? Well since I have yet to taste you, I think it's time I did...give me your mouth..." She gave it willingly and the pressure of his hand increased as he ran his palm over the nipple area. A moan escaped, but neither of them were quite sure who it had come from, all Kali knew was how good it felt when his fingers slipped under her tee shirt, and touched her bare skin. The hunger between them grew until it felt like someone had lit a bonfire under their feet. Keeping his body pressed to hers, she drew back her head just far enough to speak. "Officer Harrison, Sam, about that 72 hours...I don't suppose you have the next three days off do you...I mean it seems a waste not to take advantage...of such a good thing, don't you agree?" "Oh, I agree Kali, I agree that it would be a great waste, I been thinking that since you opened the door and I saw you standing there..." His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. "And as luck would have it, I just happen to have more than 72 hours to spare right now, how about a lifetime?" "Oh Sam, I like that idea..." When Kali's parents arrived home later that night, they were startled by what they found. First was the police hat and next to it an officer's uniform shirt, along with their daughter's tee shirt that she had wearing the last they saw her. Knowing how to follow a trail, Detective Norm Collins looked for his next clue, he found it on the staircase leading up to the family bedrooms, a pair of officer's uniform pants, and a little past that, Kali's jeans. Shoes, socks, and underwear led directly to his daughter's door. He didn't bother to knock, from the sounds coming from the inside; he simply looked at the sign taped to his daughter's door. Someone had printed in tall bold letters, "Do Not Disturb for 72 Hours", then the 72 Hours had been crossed out and in its place the same hand had scribbled in shaky print, "...A Lifetime."