Little White Lies

He stood still.

With her hands still in place, she leaned in and added a soft kiss against his lips. Wyatt caught the shift in Cael’s stance and the grin on Charley’s face.

“Thank you.” Lily released him.

“You’re welcome?” When no one offered an explanation, he let it go.

Lily walked back into Cael’s arms.

Charley moved to Wyatt. “She trusts you.”

“For what?”

“Let’s just say Lily doesn’t trust easily. She’s as kind and sweet as can be, but she’s wary. She’s ready to make this all happen-even if our role in the larger mission ultimately proves miniscule.”

“We want to talk to the guys, too. That’s the real second part. I need them here. I have to interrogate them in whatever ways possible.” He didn’t want to admit his own doubts, but they flowed unchecked.

“I’ll deliver.”

The triple knock commanded all their attentions.

“Showtime.”

***

Charley moved to the adjoining room, took a seat at a round table on which cigarettes had burned a number of holes in the protective surface. She considered the four-star rating may have been long outdated. No prettier than the other room, drapes concealed what little light came from outside, and the two beds suggested many a single- time use.

Candie strode in behind Wyatt, three-inch neon pink platforms adding to her already impressive height. The photos had done her no justice. Her skirt barely reached below underwearless hips which sashayed their way in, and her breasts spilled out of a shirt three sizes too small. Bright blue eye shadow and the box-blonde curls added to the stereotype.

A piece of work. Who doesn’t at least wear a thong? Charley withheld the groan.

“It’s a threesome then?” Candie popped gum between candy-apple red lips-her signature color according to the files.

As cliche as they get.

“Just to watch,” Wyatt said.

She pointed a nail the same shade as her mouth in his direction. “That’s extra, you know.”

“I’ll take care of it.” He pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his inside pocket, waved it in front of her.

She snatched it, wiggling her hips at herself when she passed the mirror. With a plop, she landed on the bed; it bounced under her weight-what little she held for her height.

“’K, then.” She turned to Wyatt who stood in front of her. “You wanna dance, big boy?”

Charley nearly broke cover and laughed. She stifled it behind the back of her hand in a quick nose-wipe move.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. “Ready?”

Charley waved him forward while Candie continued to bounce.

She’s got too much energy. She’s going to need help winding down.

“Shall we have a drink first?” Wyatt moved to the makeshift bar.

“Not on the job.” Candie patted the bed with both hands while she kicked her legs back and forth.

“But it’s my time,” Wyatt said. “I have you until…” He adjusted his Rolex. “… ten.”

Candie bounced until she faced Charley, bumped her way back at Wyatt. She missed his groin by an inch as she swung her foot.

Wyatt didn’t even flinch.

“’K.” She pulled her gum from her teeth with her nails.

Wyatt poured a finger for each of them from Lily’s special mixture. The first he offered to Candie.

“Bottoms up!” Candie brought the glass to her lips, downing the drink in one gulp. “So, what’cha want?” She held out the cup.

“Dance.” He took the second seat at the table with Charley.

Candie dumped her bag onto the floor, knelt both knees on the well worn comforter, her hands between her legs. She leaned forward, propelled her immense cleavage in their direction and let her curls fall forward.

“Got music?”

Wyatt pointed a remote at his iPod which blasted Lily’s pre-programmed selection. Candie’s hands moved to her hair as she swayed back and forth. Her heels extended outward, as lethal a weapon as Charley had ever seen. As she leaned forward, her rear rose into the air, her elbows supporting her torso on the bed.

Candie moved with the song-back and forth, up and down. She flipped her hair back, smiled with intensity and played the strap of her bra with one extended finger.

Charley and Wyatt continued to sit, mute and expressionless, though Charley assumed Candie had to have sparked some elemental desire within him.

Let’s see if I can get her going. A twitch of a smile broke on Charley’s face, and Candie responded with her hips.

“Like it?” She pointed to Charley.

Hell, no. Charley played along, nodded and forced a blush into her cheeks. From the corner of her eye, Wyatt made a slight adjustment toward her, but she opted not to look at him, sure she’d break under the pressure of the sexual rhythm playing out before her.

Her mind wandered to other points-how to match Candie’s energy and bounce, her voice and intonation, her piercings, of which Charley noted four. Piercing her own flesh to match her would not be an enjoyable part of her evening.

Candie slid to her stomach, unlatched the strap of her top in one quick move and leaned back up to reveal breasts with nipples barely covered by glitter-heart-shaped fabric.

Of course she’d go right to the end. Charley held her eye roll in check.

Wyatt recrossed his legs.

So she affects him.

As the song wound down, Candie’s motion slowed, and with the last beats, she lay, breasts to the ceiling, hair falling off the edge. The leg she’d extended into the air crashed against the bed as her hands hung limp at her sides. Her breathing slowed. Her muscles relaxed.

“Is she out?” Wyatt asked.

“I think so.” Charley committed Candie’s genuine talent to memory.

“That was exact.”

“Lily is just that good.” The door between them opened.

Lily peeked in. “Uh… you guys need a minute?” She winked.

Charley shook her legs and arms as if to warm up before a race. “Nope. I’m ready.”

“’K.” She disappeared again.

“I should probably go next door.” Wyatt thumbed over his shoulder.

“Unless you think you’re entitled to a peep show of the understudy’s warm-up, I’d agree.” Charley smiled.

He cocked his head and furrowed his brow.

“Scram. It’s all girl stuff from here.” She hadn’t planned to shift in front of him and figured the out would save him.

“See ya, Wyatt.” Lily returned, bag in hand. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Charley said.

***

The door between the rooms had been locked. Wyatt knew because he’d tried to open it. James and Cael continued to work, focused on the laptop as if it held the answers to all questions. They’d laid out the hardware