The Mystery at Faldor Hotel Ch. 20

"Uh..." Nancy stammered, attracting the sexy woman's attention from Eloise, in particular to her whorish attire, "We, uh, must have the wrong suite. I'm sorry we disturbed you."

"Were you looking for the Colonel?"

"Yes," Eloise confirmed, unable to help looking down the front of the attractive woman's bathrobe.

"This is the correct suite. Your names, please?"

"Nancy and Eloise Drew," Nancy supplied.

"Please wait one moment,"

The door closed and Nancy and Eloise regarded one another with barely concealed mirth. After a brief, muffled conversation from the other side of the door, it was again opened by the mystery woman, who held it wide for them as an unspoken invitation at entry.

The suite was much like the one Nancy was staying in, there being only small differences here and there that were likely attributed to the long-time occupation of the same resident. Said resident was currently lying on his bed, his head and upper body propped up by three or four pillows, wearing a pair of white boxer shorts and nothing else. Nancy wanted to look away, but her eyes were caught by the surprisingly good physical shape he was in. While Marks would never pose for Playgirl, his stocky body was solid and mostly devoid of the ravages of time and gravity. Also, the tent pole in his boxers attested to another vigour that Nancy already knew the man owned. This held her eyes even longer while Eloise subtly gasped with surprise.

"Nancy!" he bade with a smile. "Glad you stopped by, though I'm kinda surprised. Last time I saw you, you were a bit... overwhelmed."

"Yes, well I... uh..." she trailed off, unable to tear her eyes from the retiree's swollen penis, only hidden by one layer of thin cotton.

"And you brought a stunning new friend, I see. One with your last name. Your mother?"

"(Ahem) Um, Colonel Marks, this is my Aunt Eloise. Eloise... Colonel Marks."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," Marks said, offering his hand with a smile as his eyes roamed over Eloise's body.

After an understandably awkward pause, Eloise jerked forward, approaching the bed. She held her hand out from as far a distance as she could manage to shake his hand with a polite smile.

"Pleased to meet you, Colonel," she greeted.

"Oh, the pleasure's all mine," he assured her chest before releasing her hand, allowing her to quickly back away and return to Nancy's side.

"This less than charming person," he went on with a smirk for the attractive brunette who now stood at the foot of his bed, "is Doctor Heather Bolton. Finest looking block of ice you'll ever meet, I guaran-damn-tee."

In a level tone, she returned, "Flattery will get you nowhere, David. Overindulging, however, will get you to a graveyard sooner or later."

As she turned, he acerbically replied, "Life will get us all there, sooner or later, Doctor. Until then, I prefer to live mine. Anyway, if those god-damned commie gooks couldn't kill me, I very much doubt a bottle of scotch will."

Reaching a small table, the doctor began packing up a black doctor's bag, dryly replying, "Do remember that the next time you wake up with chest pains and feel it necessary that I rush here to attend to you."

"You could stay and help me out with my other condition," he offered with a filthy smile, adding, "Make it worth your while and all..."

Having closed the bag, she turned and started for the door without reply or reaction to Marks's invitation, instead only offering, "Ladies," as a curt parting to Nancy and Eloise on her way to the door.

"Not much of a conversationalist, is our Doctor Bolton," the Colonel remarked with a chuckle after she was gone. "I sometimes wonder if she even realizes how fuckable she is."

Nancy couldn't help but smile as Eloise blanched at the man's coarse language. Despite his molestation of her body, she couldn't help but like the man and wondered if this was possibly the reason she'd allowed him such leeway with it. At the moment, and despite her discomfort and embarrassment over it, his still hardened member was another attraction, one that her eyes kept returning to as Eloise averted hers.

"So, what can I do for you two lovely ladies? Maybe there's something you can do for me?"

Eloise coughed while Nancy blushed, glad that Eloise was there as a chaperone of sorts to keep anything like what happened on the rear veranda from happening again.

"Well, I wonder... you once offered to tell me a history of the hotel, and..."

"I did offer that," he recalled, looking the teen sleuth up and down with a hungry smile. His member seemed to get even bigger as he went on with, "And might I say, I love your outfit, and your aunt's got a real capital set of tits on her, doesn't she?"

Eloise gasped aloud as Nancy stammered with a wider grin, "Uh, yes, she-"

"Be a good girl and get the vodka and orange juice outta of the fridge," he directed. "Mix us up some screwdrivers; the glasses are in the cabinet there. I need a little hair of the dog, and history is always a little too dry to tell without something to wet the old whistle."

As affronted by the ex-military man as she was, Eloise could see that he was going to tell what he knew. Continuing to hold her gaze averted from his midsection, she stayed silent while Nancy moved to see to his request for drinks. He watched Nancy with a smile when she bent over to retrieve the liquor and juice from the mini fridge, her short dress riding halfway up her buttocks to expose her thong. With some shame, Eloise noted that she enjoyed the sight as much as he did while wondering if she could handle another drink, not to mention young Nancy.

"I'm afraid I don't have much experience mixing drinks," Nancy admitted, the back of her skirt not having fallen far enough to cover the bottom of her behind.

"Just mix them half and half, Nancy. Then the two of you come on over and hop up on the bed with me, and we'll get this little party started, uh?"

"O-on the bed?" Nancy asked, the bottle poised over one of the glasses as she turned to look doubtfully at the Colonel, then Eloise.

"Of course," he said.

"Both of us?" Eloise asked.

"That's what I said," Marks confirmed.

Eloise flashed a glance at Nancy, seeing that, although she had her doubts about this, it also excited her. Nancy was already a little drunk and it was quite possible that this dirty old man, whose hands she'd already enjoyed having all over her teenage body, would take advantage of her. This wasn't a problem for Eloise and, in fact, she would encourage it in order that she could use it against her later on where George was concerned, but for her to get on the bed as well presented a slight conundrum.

"Uh, Colonel Marks," the elder Drew carefully began, "we appreciate you agreeing to tell us the hotel's history, but to get on the bed with you... especially while you... while your... uh..."

"While I have a hardon?" he clarified while openly leering at her body. "Well, like it or not, those are my terms, Eloise. I want you up here with those big tits out so I can see them."

"(Gasp!) Uh... Colonel, I-I can't..."

"Aunt Eloise is a lesbian," Nancy blurted.

Eloise gasped aloud once again, turning red as the Colonel's leering grin turned to one of wry understanding as he rolled his eyes, groaning, "That figures! Look, you have my terms. Take them or leave them."

Knowing they needed the information Marks had, Eloise thought fast before coming up with a compromise that gave Nancy her turn to gasp.

"Nancy will get on the bed with you and... and you can touch her."

"Aunt Eloise!"

"That's good, but I expected that anyway."

"I mean you can touch her all over. Nothing off limits."

"That's not enough."

" ... She'll suck on your penis."

"Aunt Eloise!" Nancy repeated, the idea striking her senses like lightening.

"Still not enough. I want you on the bed too."

"Well, that's not going to happen!" Eloise assured him.

"In that case, neither is your history lesson."

Eloise studied Nancy's dumbstruck face for a thoughtful moment before turning back to Marks and saying, "Fine; I don't care what you do with her, but I'm not getting on that bed!"

With her eyes almost as wide as her mouth, Nancy couldn't believe her aunt would sell her in such a way only to save her own humility. All she would have had to do was get on the bed and show the man her breasts.

"Lousy fuckin' lesbians! Fine, it's a deal! But I'm calling a friend. I owe him some money from a poker game, and I know he'll take this opportunity at Nancy here instead of the money."

"I have no problem with that," Eloise stated."

As Marks picked up the phone, Nancy could only stare from Marks, to his penis, to her aunt. She'd been dealt away and it seemed there was nothing she could do about it.

"Hey, Gul. Look, you remember that hot little bitch on the veranda the other day? Well, she's mine to do whatever the fuck I want with for a little while so, if you want to have a turn at her instead of the money I owe you, get your ass down here right now. ... Right, see you soon."

As he put the phone down, he grinned at Nancy and asked, "You remember my buddy, Gul, right?"

Nancy's face went from red to white as all the blood drained out of her face. She well remembered Gul Ghanem, his big, bold hands down the front of her dress and his big, hard penis grinding her thigh as he fondled her breasts. She abandoned the half mixed drinks at the cabinet and walked quickly to Eloise, her stricken expression demanding an answer to her silent question of what her aunt was thinking.

"Nancy, you know I can't get involved with this," she hissed.

"But, Aunt Eloise, you... you practically sold me!" she hissed back in accusation. They'll do things to me that... They'll use their hard cocks and... They'll do things to me!"

"They did things to you before, what's the difference?"

"The difference is that I was able to walk away before it went too far, and that's exactly what I did, but now I won't be able to!"

"But don't you remember what we were talking about earlier in our suite? Look at this as your chance to explore yourself and your sexuality while gaining information that will help your investigation."

"Are you kidding?"

"Well, if that's not enough, just think of me. You know I'm a lesbian, you can't possibly expect me to get on that bed and show him my body?"

"Aunt Eloise, they're going to use me in whatever way they please! You told them that they could do whatever they wanted with me!"

"Oh, come on, Nancy! Deep down, I know you want this! Tell me that it doesn't have you so excited that your panties are soaked right now just thinking of it!"

"But- well, yes, but... that doesn't mean I actually want to do it! I've only had sex once; I'm not ready for this! Besides, I was trying to keep some perspective! I'm trying not to give in to what I want here! I told you this place is controlling us, is influencing our minds! Dressing like this is one thing, but actually-!"

"Well, I suppose you'll just have to hold them off... somehow."

"But, how will I do that when I-?"

"Oh, Nancy!" Eloise scolded, appearing to have lost her patience, "we need this information and this is the only way to get it! So, have another drink, get up on the bed and deal with it!"

Finally at a loss for words, she never had a chance to protest further before the door opened and Gul Ghanem entered.