Before they could reach the entrance point Nicholas placed his hands on his partners’ shoulders and whispered, ’Let me do the talking, boys.’ He straightened his blazer, pushing his wavy hair to one side as he strolled arrogantly towards the guards with Connor and Jared trailing behind. He tried to push his way past but the burly paw of one of the security guards grabbed him by the collar.
“Now, who the HELL do you think you are, little punk,” the ebony skinned heavy growled, “trying to push past us WITHOUT showing any license or registration to prove that you’re allowed inside?!” Nicholas tried to give a response but the guard’s vice-like grip was only letting him emit tiny squeaks. Jared and Connor rolled their eyes- they were going to have to save Nick’s sorry ass again. Jared stepped forward and wrenched the dude’s bulky forearm away, allowing Nicholas to drop to the floor gasping in his desperate attempt to get more oxygen flowing into his lungs.
The second guard was about to come to the aid of his coworker when Connor stated, “I wouldn’t try that if I was you. You see, my friend Jeremy over here,” he pointed to Jared, “REALLY doesn’t like it when people screw around with his friends. There are a lot of people still waiting outside to be let in and they’ve just seen you choke out an innocent man.”
“Sorry, who the hell are you?”
“Me,” Connor continued, “My name is Clark, Clark Denbury. AKA, the national supervising technical analytical logistics officer of Wilko Retail Limited’s enterprises in the United Kingdom. Jeremy is my security guard and the man that you just strangled, he’s my lowly assistant, Ned. Sorry for that debacle but he’s just not used to going to such a high class event like this, the poor boy.”
He kept his face steely as he imagined the cog’s in the guards’ heads turn slowly, trying to tell if he was lying or not. The ebony skinned guard scowled before he unhooked the red rope blocking the entrance and beckoned for the three to walk through. Connor nodded smugly as he passed through and motioned for his partners in crime to follow him. Jared grunted frustratedly; he never got a chance to clobber anyone on these missions.
Nicholas, who by now had recovered from his brief strangulation, wasn’t ready to let the guards go off scot-free. Spying two scantily clad middle-aged women waiting in line behind, Nicholas decided he’d have a little experiment before he went inside. The two ladies were idly gossiping to each other when their heads were suddenly sucked back into their torsos, only to appear on the burly security guards’ bodies a moment later. “Ugh, Gloria, why did we decide to wear these hideous outfits tonight?” the woman on the pale-skinned guard’s body said.
“I have, like, NO IDEA Francesca. Ugh, these crappy boxers are making my balls itchy again!” the woman replied as she scratched the massive black schlong that threatened to escape from the scratchy black confines of the black guy’s underwear. “We have to, like, go back home and get changed all over again!” The two women scoffed as they pirouetted away and sashayed off, bumping into the security guards as they made their way back to their posts.
“...I just don’t think wearing these booty shorts was the best idea, Sam,” the pale-skinned guard spoke as he tried to pull his bright pink panties out of his buttcrack. “Shut up and do your job, Gary,” Sam said monotonously. He wouldn’t have actually admitted it to anyone but he himself was actually starting to regret wearing the tight clothes himself. But it was definitely worth it, he thought as he peeked at his pale, juicy melons showing through his open boob window, his pale pussy getting moister as he imagined getting frisky with his wife once he got back home.
Feeling satisfied with his alterations, Nicholas walked past the guards once more, holding in his urge to snigger as the door closed behind him. Jared stared angrily as Connor stood beside him with his fists clenched with silent rage. “Nice going, Nick. Screwing up BEFORE we even get INSIDE? That’s nice, real nice. Did you even bother to go over your cover story?”
“One, we got past anyway, didn’t we? And two, NO, I didn’t bother going over that boring backstory of yours because I don’t need it! C’mon, ’lowly assistant’? Mate, I’m in a managerial position at the LOWEST! No one would believe that!”
Connor sighed as he slipped a tiny earpiece inside his ear before saying, “Whatever. Be a manager if you want to be, I couldn’t care less, just don’t screw this up for us! You’ll be working the people Nick, socialising and getting close to try and pick up information or loose jewels flying about. Jared, you’ll be doing a pretty similar thing, just try and steal these idiots' phones, watches, any priceless jewellery you can find, just take it.”
“And what are you gonna do, Mr ’I-Don’t-Do-The-Dirty-Work-Myself’?” Jared quipped as he slotted in his own earpiece.
“I’m going to try and find the room we’re all the camera feeds originate from so I can oversee you guys and make sure you don’t get into TOO much trouble.” Connor nodded discreetly before putting his laptop underneath his shoulder and briskly walked away. Jared flipped him the bird as he took out a lighter and pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting and puffing out a ring of smoke as he made his way into the hotel. Nick grinned as he turned a different way, whistling a little ditty to himself as he pictured the two head-swapped guards standing outside while silently slipping in his own earpiece.
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