Sugar & Spice Chapter 10

SLOWLY, so as not to draw attention to themselves, the twins unzipped the backpacks and pulled out an Omega stun baton that was guaranteed to make even the fiercest assailant behave. The baton had 150,000 volts running up and down the entire unit above the handle. Any part of the baton would render an assailant unconscious. They tiptoed down the hallway past the living room, through the kitchen, and past the formal dinning room.

As they approached the recreation room, they could hear the sound of raw sex emanating from the room. The sound was so distinct-so animalistic-so erotic that it aroused the twins. With their backs against the wall, they peered around the opening and saw Heather Connelly's face buried in Sandra Rhodes' blonde crotch. Sandra's black skirt was pushed up over her butt, her feet flat on the table with her legs at a 45-degree angle. Her surgically enlarged breasts were exposed and her leopard panties dangled on her right ankle.

The man and Paula were on the floor facing the pool in a doggy-styled position. He was thrusting in what looked like an angry fury. Paula's sighs were high-pitched and rhythmic. She twisted her long neck so that she could look back at the man. Paula was a very pretty brunette with dimples and thick black arched eyebrows. Her hair was short and curled to the back.

The twins waited until Paula faced the pool again then entered the room. The couples were so absorbed in their eroticism that they had no idea that the twins were there. They walked over to the bar and poured a glass of chilled chardonnay. They sat down, ate a few shrimp, some cheese and townhouse crackers, and watched the show. After a few more voyeuristic minutes, they walked over to the man and Paula.

"Having fun kids?" Alex laughed, and lifted a champagne glass as if a toast was being offered.

The scene immediately switched from one of rampant sexual abandon to that of a deer being caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. The moaning ceased and the man pulled out of Paula. With the exception of Heather, they all scrambled to find their clothes.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked.

"Don't worry about it," Alex told him and zapped him with the baton. Paula was about to say something and Alex zapped her too. Both of them were unconscious.

Alex walked over to the bar, pick up a towel, then walked over to Heather and threw the towel in her face.

"Wipe her juice off of your mouth!" Alex demanded.

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