The Mystery at Faldor Hotel Ch. 12

On the one hand, any man would have paid a fair sum of money to receive the sight that Manny received when the door to Suite 408 opened. On the other, any man would feel just as sorry for him because any dog could sincerely testify that it isn't very much fun to be teased.

The attention his jaws were giving the wad of gum in his mouth instantly stopped. His eyes bulged at the sight of smiling Nancy Drew, bearing as much cleavage as it was possible to bear in a little blue dress that had no way of hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Even if it did, her erected nipples, slightly upturned on their perky breasts, would have given the game away, prominently poking from an inch below the dress's low neckline. In contrast, the stark outline of her panties through the thin material that hugged her hips and pelvis so perfectly were somehow every bit as much a turn on, and his ready member was well on the way to becoming rock hard before the dark blonde girl from out of town even spoke.

"Hello, Manny. Come on in."

" ... Haaah?"

"Come in," she repeated, opening the door wider and standing aside while keeping imprisoned a nervous laugh that so badly wanted out of her throat.

This, however, didn't help Manny. When Nancy stood aside, she'd cleared the line of sight to George, who was standing behind her. More erect nipples, stockings, garter straps and the barest glimpse of white panties under a ridiculously short schoolgirl's skirt finished off his straining erection.

"(Ahem) Um, Manny, we're not going to eat out in the corridor!" Nancy exclaimed with the nervous laugh that had managed to escape after all.

Finally, the stunned bellhop pushed the stainless steel trolley ahead and into the suite, his eyes going from George to Nancy, to George, to Nancy, but getting completely distracted by the empty box lying on the corner of the near bed, the one clearly labelled King Schlong. A slow leer spread across his face as he stared at it, then looked back at the two girls, his perverted mind making an understandable assumption. Nancy hadn't noticed this while closing the door behind him, but George certainly did, her flush renewing as his gaze settled on her barely exposed crotch.

After closing the door behind him, Nancy went to stand beside George and, with her winner's smile, asked, "Do you like our outfits?"

Along with his knowing leer, Manny's only reaction was an enthusiastic nod.

"Do-do you think my skirt is too small?" horny George asked, the nervous apprehension in her tone very real as she tried to please Nancy by participating in the teasing of the bellhop who now had a partially accurate assessment of the two friends' relationship.

Manny shook his head in reply, now able to smile appreciatively adding, "Nah!"

"Well, you haven't seen the back..." George told him, then turned around so that he could, looking over her shoulder.

"Oh my fuck..." the stunned bellhop toned.

Nancy watched his reaction, suddenly feeling the same jealousy she'd felt the day before when he was staring more at George than at her. George, however, had suddenly been struck with an idea, an opportunity that Nancy herself had provided that incidentally solved Nancy's jealousy issue.

"Nancy, turn around so he can see the back of your dress, too."

After a moment's hesitation, Nancy did, her hip touching George's as the two slim girls presented themselves for Manny's approval. Still looking back, but now down at Nancy's posterior, George casually took the hem of her friend's dress and pulled it up to the small of her back, completely exposing the back of Nancy's panties.

"George!" Nancy gasped, honestly surprised at her friend's unexpected move.

"Oh, Nancy," the tall brunette toned, "you're so pretty..."

A moment later, George had Nancy by the back of her panties, bunching and pulling up as she had done to her, looking for the first time at Nancy's practically bare bottom. Nancy was in a minor state of shock, having gone to her tiptoes while gasping at this pleasurable treatment. Putting her arm around the small of George's back, she allowed herself to enjoy it, somehow more relaxed with it than she was when the Colonel had done it. Without much thought, she raised the back of George's skirt, caressing her friend's soft bottom. Nancy's middle finger naturally found its way between her spread cheeks and she smiled when George gasped aloud.

And that's how the two friends found themselves feeling up each other's bottoms, looking back and down with curious smiles as a total stranger watched. To Nancy, it didn't seem like such a bad thing other than the fact that Manny was there. She'd allowed the Colonel and Gul Ghanem to touch her all over and they were strangers. She knew and trusted George, so wasn't it alright for the two of them to do this? Besides, all they were doing was playing with Manny, and it was fun.

George used a very nice, soft touch and it felt so good. It wasn't until George's shaky finger began exploring between her cheeks, coming closer and closer to her anal flower through her straining panties that Nancy was able to pull herself out of it, however unwillingly.

"Oh, my! George, w-we probably shouldn't be doing this in front of Manny!"

"Don't mind me," the bellhop urged, the leering smile back on his face but mixed with incredulity as he rubbed himself through the wine coloured trousers of his uniform.

With an elated flush, Nancy pulled away, her hand leaving George's bottom. George let out a moan of disagreement that Nancy knew was real. The short haired brunette had enjoyed that little grope session as much as she had. When she noticed Manny rubbing himself, she didn't know what to think and wondered if they hadn't taken things a little too far. Another part of her wondered at what was in his pants, at how big it might be and why she had an urge to see it, if only just for fun.

"Um, we'd like to eat now, Mr. Bellhop," she almost panted while staring at the front of his pants.

"Yeah, I'll bet you would," Manny leered.

"We don't like boys," George heard her shaky voice saying, "we only wanted your opinion on our outfits, s-so if you don't mind..."

Nancy's attention was torn away from Manny's erection by George's comment but, looking at her friend, she was more amused than upset at George publicly claiming that they were lesbians. Manny blew a frustrated sigh, his leer morphing to a grimace as he turned to leave.

"Fuckin' lesbian cockteasers," he swore under his breath just before he opened the door and left, almost slamming it behind himself.

Nancy and George looked at each other and, after a wide eyed moment, began laughing, Nancy more so than George.

"Heavens, did you see him staring at us?" Nancy giggled.

George nodded, grinning from ear to ear, her mind still stuck on how she and Nancy had just been caressing each other's bottoms. She very much wanted that to continue, especially now that the intrusive bellhop was gone, the problem being that he was what had made it possible to begin with. Her muffin soaked, she was practically afraid to move for fear of her thick, tasty white fluid escaping he tight panties.

But Nancy," she said, still smiling with excitement and overactive hormones, "Now he thinks we're lesbians. Doesn't that bother you?"

Her smile faltering a little, Nancy considered this a moment, suddenly realizing that she'd compromised herself yet further. She knew that this was bad for her as a detective and that, in addition, it was morally wrong to do what she and George had just done, but the trouble was how much fun it was to compromise oneself... and another.

"Well... I suppose he does, but we were just teasing him and it doesn't matter what he thinks."

"What if he tells people?"

"We'll deny it, of course. Nobody will believe him."

The two paused, smiling at each other until George dared, "Um, it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"And... it felt really good."

" ... Yes."

"Nancy, I... I feel so naughty!"

"Me too. It's the columns. They're making us feel this way, making us think things that are... Uh! We've got to clear our minds!" Nancy exclaimed.

Nancy hurried to the window, opening it to allow the clean, fresh sea air to billow the long white shears and fill the room. Standing in front of the window, she inhaled deeply as though the air could flush all the naughtiness from her mind.

"Nancy... do you like to masturbate?"

Turning around at this, she found George holding the front of her skirt high, looking down at her wet panties. She could only stare at the sight, the gap between the thighs of her attractive friend and the thin lips that were somewhat visible behind the soaked crotch of her underwear. Incredibly, there was a small lump just under her hood, pressing at the front panel hard enough to sharply distinguish itself like her labia was in dark pink. It was her clitoris and, as she watched, George tenderly touched it, jerking at the contact of her own explorative index finger.

"Oh my heavens, George," she breathed, unaware that a woman's pleasure button could be so big. The brunette's finger returned to gently caress herself as she spoke in a quiet, but high, shaky tone.

"I need... need to touch myself now... I need... oh, Nancy!" she finished with a gasp.

As Nancy watched, George pressed harder, moaning out loud as she staggered backwards to the unmade bed. In moments, she was sitting on it, legs spread wide, knees sticking up and unapologetically rubbing herself with one hand while propping herself up with the other. While George was looking between her own legs, the angle she'd chosen to display herself seemed very purposeful, as though she wanted Nancy to watch.

In this position, her garter straps held her panties away from her body and Nancy watched as a thick, white fluid escaped from the leg holes, running down her crotch at the tops of her thighs. From this spectacle, Nancy found she couldn't tear her eyes and continued watching as George's fingers slipped down the front of her panties. Now her pelvis jerked and bucked as she rubbed herself, mouth open with undisguised lust as her eyes found Nancy's aghast features.

"Uhh! Uhh-hh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh, Na-Nancyyy!"

Moments later, George's eyes rolled back in her head, fingers madly switching her clitoris as she repeatedly cried out Nancy's name. A thick geyser of the creamy fluid seemed to explode in her panties, Nancy's name no longer coherent from the brunette's mouth as she came hard enough to be heard from the rear veranda.

When it was over, Nancy could only watch George trying to collect her wits as she did the same. She looked at her from the bed, her mouth moving with no sound at first until she managed to make herself heard in the repeated attempt.

"N-Nancy, I'm... I'm so sorry!"

With her mouth open in shock, Nancy could only shake her head, trying to convey that she understood, but coming across quite differently. This was understandable given that, while Nancy really did understand, this nevertheless did nothing to soften the blow of watching her long time best friend suddenly hop up on a bed, spread her legs and rub herself to screaming, twitching orgasm right in front of her, repeatedly crying out her name at that. The fact that she'd enjoyed watching it, that it had turned her on immensely, didn't help either.

"I- I had to- I- Oh, Nancy!"

Nancy tried to find words to comfort her, but none would come to her open mouth. She could only shake her head, now even more turned on herself for having watched George's performance, but also aware that it was the columns at the root of this behaviour.

George suddenly leapt from the bed, hiding her face in shame, and ran to the bathroom, quickly slamming the door behind her.

Still, Nancy couldn't move until a minute later when she heard George's soft crying from within the bathroom. Finally finding her legs and voice, she went to the door and spoke through it, not even trying the knob, knowing George wouldn't want Nancy to see her with things the way they suddenly were between them.

"George, it-it's okay! I... I understand!"

"(Sob!)"

"George, it's not you, I know that! It's the columns! I'm sorry I reacted the way I did, I- I was just surprised and... I understand!"

"(So-ob!)"

"I understand, George! I- I've done some things since I've been here... I do understand and it's okay! ... I liked it. I-I enjoyed it; what you did! I... I was just so aroused that I couldn't..."

"(Snif-ff!)"

" ... George, honey, can... can I come in?"

" ... Y-yes. (Sniff!)"

George sat on the edge of the tub, knees together with her soaked panties around her ankles. She didn't look up at Nancy's careful and quiet entrance, rather to the side and down. From where Nancy stood, she could see one of her nipples down the little cammie she wore.

"Are you okay?" she asked just as quietly and carefully.

George barely nodded, a gesture that said she really wasn't. Nancy came closer, then squatted, knees together in front of her, looking up into her face. She could easily imagine her embarrassment, but also knew, as she'd said, that it was the influence of the crystal columns at fault, not George. This behaviour was so far and away different from the girl she knew so well that it was impossible not to forgive her indiscretion.

"George, it... it wasn't you. It was those columns. They're getting into our minds somehow and making us... Making us horny. Making us think things and making us want to do things that we'd never normally do. Even knowing their effect doesn't help. Please don't blame yourself, hon. Okay?"

"(Sniff) D-did you really like it?" George asked, but still unable to look her secret beloved in the face when she did.

"Yes," Nancy truthfully assured, her legs parting just a little without her realizing it as she went on. "I loved it. It... it really surprised me, but I was already so horny and watching you do that, watching you... orgasm... it really made me... want to do it with you."

Now George looked her in the face, asking in an unsure voice, "Really?"

Nancy nodded, blushing as she clarified, "I'm just as affected as you are. I wanted to play with my cunt while I watched you, but... I was just so surprised..."

George's eyes widened at the reference to her genetalia that Nancy had learned from the Colonel. She herself hadn't even realized she'd used it until she saw George's reaction. Her return reaction was to slap her hand over her open mouth, once more staring aghast at her best friend.

"Nancy..."

From behind her mouth, Nancy defended, "It-! That's just something I heard somebody...! It just slipped out!"

"It's okay," George said in a soft voice, placing her hand on Nancy's wrist to gently pull hers away from her mouth. "I liked it. Say it again."

For a moment, Nancy was at a loss, but her hormones were building again, knees spread even further as she looked back at George, thoughts scrambling.

"I- I like to rub my cunt."

George flushed but, despite this, Nancy could see the positive effect this bawdy talk was having.

"I'm a horny little bitch and I like to rub my fucking cunt."

"Oh... Nancy!"

She definitely loved this, but this wasn't all she was curious about.

"Um, what else did you say... about when you were watching me play with- with my cunt until I...?"

"Orgasmed?"

"Yes. Is that what it's called?"

"Yes," Nancy confirmed without mentioning where she'd heard that term either.

"You're so smart."

Nancy smiled, her gaze wandering to George's lap for a moment before asking, "Um... do you always orgasm like that? I mean that... that white cream?"

"Well... I've never really masturbated before we came here. I've played... played with my cunt in bed at night, just a little, but I've never orgasmed because it got too intense for me to... Well, it was so intense, I was afraid that if it got any more so, my parents would hear. So I stopped. Have you?"

"No. Sometimes in the shower, I'd get... washing myself and then get all horny, but I'd stop because nice girls aren't supposed to do that. I don't know why, but that seems kind of ridiculous now."

George nodded, then asked, "So, you never had one that time you were with Ned?"

"No."

"What about since you've been here?"

" ... Yes. It was down in the basement. I was so horny... I was rubbing my cunt and I orgasmed. Over and over. I couldn't stop, and I just kept rubbing and orgasming until I passed out."

"Oh, my!"

Nancy nodded, adding, "I didn't share that before because... well..."

"I understand," George said, thinking of her experiences with Elora Sasser and then Bess. Just the same, she wished she could have seen that, wished she could at least tell her as much but, despite Nancy having told her that she'd enjoyed watching her performance on the bed, it would have been going too far.

Presently, Nancy gave her head a slight shake and stood, putting on an embarrassed smile as she offered, "Why don't I get you a dress and a fresh pair of panties while you clean up? We'll eat and get down there, down to the basement so you can see for yourself. We have to be careful, though."

Smiling now, George nodded, but said, "Nancy... thanks for understanding."

Getting through the kitchen and down the basement stairs had proved no trouble and, luckily, the basement workroom was again uninhabited. Nancy stood, staring at the contents of the open key box in a black, knee length skirt and white short sleeved blouse with a smart, black bowtie that hung in long loops. Behind and to her left, George wore the same green dress she'd briefly worn the day before as she stared at the poster above the toolbox.

"Oh, drat," Nancy breathed."

"What?" George asked as she stared at the tool girl's body, thinking of how Nancy would look in such a swimsuit.

"I was hoping the keys would be marked, but they're not. I can't even find three similar keys that would suggest they belong to the same type locks."

Tearing her eyes away, George took a look as well, asking after a moment, "Didn't you say that the locks were all the same kind?"

"Yes."

"And that they were pretty old?"

"Yes, they looked pretty old, alright."

"Well, maybe we should try one of the old looking keys. It's possible that one might open all three."

"Good thinking," Nancy toned, looking up at the contents of the key box for another moment before reaching out and taking one from a hook. It looked old, but well used. "Okay, let's try this one."

Outside the door to the crystal column room, Nancy paused, her hand on the latch while she looked at George. In a serious voice, she warned, "I can't stress enough the power of these columns. We have to be careful in here, or... well, we may end up doing some very perverted things. Possibly even with each other..."

" ... O-okay, Nancy, I understand."

Just as before, the Column room was uninhabited- except, Nancy thought, for the columns themselves. For as soon as she was inside the room, their light falling on her body, they called to her. Upstairs, once their influence had drained, it was easy to discard that influence from her mind, to relegate it as fanciful imagination even when she knew it wasn't, but to be back in the column room made it real again. They knew her now, remembered her and felt her presence. What was more, they knew she'd brought someone else along, someone new. They were overjoyed at this.

"Oh, Nancy..." George whispered, staring at the lit columns. "They're... incredible."

"George, remember; try not to stare!"

"Right, right, it's just..."