Crossing the Border 

Special Agent Lupus brushed his new salt and pepper mustache 
with thumb and forefinger. "I'd feel better about this 
operation if Stanton went along with my original plan." 

Not that again, Stanton thought. "Lupus," she said, "I fail 
to see how it would help if I were to prance around here in 
thigh highs, a thong, and a smile." 

Lupus formed a mental image and grinned. "Well, you have to 
look at that from my perspective, Stanton." 

It was all Stanton could do not to retch. She looked at her 
partner for support, but Maytag also had the distinct look 
of a man overcome by nausea. 

"You ok, Maytag?" she asked. 

"Actually, I think I'm getting a little sea sick," he said. 

"Maybe you should get some air," Stanton suggested. 

"No, I'll be better in a minute, I just need some water." 
Maytag turned to grab the bartender's attention. 

Stanton was happier than ever that they ignored Lupus's idea 
for the investigation. She could just imagine her report if 
they had followed his advice. "While I walked around looking 
exactly like a centerfold except for the staple in my navel, 
Agent Maytag spent his time puking overboard and Agent Lupus 
stared at my ass." 

"As I was saying," said Lupus, shifting in his chair, "we 
need to see if things are going over the line here." 

Recently, the Canadian Supreme Court had ruled that contact 
between a dancer and a patron during a lap dance was 
completely legal. Within a week, someone had the bright idea 
to launch a boat from Bellingham in Washington state, loaded 
with strippers and alcohol, and head for the border; as soon 
as the boat reached Canadian waters, the party began. On the 
suggestion of Agent Lupus, Agents Maytag and Stanton, who 
specialized in policing the sex industry, arrived in 
Washington to find out just what happened during the cruise. 

"But it would help if you posed as a dancer," Lupus argued. 
"We'll get a glance at the other end of things." 

Just like I figured, Stanton thought. He just wants to stare 
at my ass. 

A bell rang in the room and the disc jockey spoke over the 
music. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are crossing the border! 
Now let's all give a big round of applause for the ladies 
who put the extra motion into this chunk of ocean, the NAFTA 
team! And when I say NAFTA, I'm talking about North 
America's Finest Tits and Ass! C'mon and put your hands 
together for Angel... Kyrie... Jessica... Entice..." 

A door set in the wall behind the main stage had opened. As 
the DJ announced the dancers, they emerged from the door, 
dressed in evening gowns remarkable for their tight fits, 
high leg slits, and countless sequins. The dancers, 
uniformly young with lengthy hair, smiled and walked through 
the crowd. 

When the parade was over, the DJ continued talking. "Now, 
for a little taste of what Canada has to offer, feast your 
eyes on the main stage. She's sweeter than maple syrup and 
will get you harder than a hockey puck: put your hands 
together for Alberta!" 

Alberta burst onto the stage in knee-high black leather 
riding boots, and the signature red blazer and brown hat of 
the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. A black g-string took the 
place of the standard jodhpurs. 

"So that's how the Mounties always get their man," Stanton 
said. 

"I think it's rather patriotic," Maytag said. 

Alberta jumped on to the pole in the center of the stage. 
The dancer swung halfway around the brass pole, lifted her 
legs, and gripped the metal shaft with her boots. As her 
back lowered, pointing her head to the floor, she threw off 
the hat and shook out a luscious amount of golden brown 
hair. 

Lupus nudged Stanton's arm. "Picking up a few pointers, 
Stanton?" 

"Yeah, Lupus," she answered. "If I ever join the Mounties, 
I'll know exactly how to subdue a pole." 

"Well, Maytag," Lupus said, "Time to go to work and see if 
the dancers here are more than just teasers." He glanced at 
Stanton. 

Stanton ignored that remark. She did her best to ignore much 
of the next couple of hours. Alberta finished her routine 
and the Supreme Court approved lap dances were underway. 
Lupus disappeared, and so did Maytag. Stanton passed the 
time by wondering what she might use as a stage name. She 
liked Cinnamon, but settled on Pandora. 

Maytag stopped by to inform her that everyone played by the 
rules, at least in that room. There was a second "VIP" room 
where Lupus was sure things crossed the line. 

"We're going there now with Alberta and Entice," Maytag 
said. He pronounced Entice to enhance the incredulous nature 
of the name. 

"Have fun," Stanton said. "Try not to defect." 

After Maytag left, Stanton decided to go for a walk. She 
reached the deck, walked over to the edge, and saw that she 
was not alone. Close by, two men leaned against the rail. 
Despite feeling antisocial, Stanton succumbed to curiosity. 
She walked over to them. 

One wore hiking shoes, denim jeans, and a cable knit 
sweater. The other sported khakis, a button down shirt, and 
some sort of anorak. Their hair was neat, their faces clean 
shaven. They had an active, healthy look about them that was 
not out of place in such a bawdy atmosphere, and a maturity 
that might explain why they needed a break. Stanton tested 
that assessment. "Did you guys get tired of the show?" 

"No," said the one in the jeans, "but Theo here has a thing 
about smelling so much perfume at one time. We just thought 
we'd get some fresh air." 

Theo adjusted his pullover and straightened his back. 
"Really? Here I thought we left that room because you were 
out of money, Andy." 

"Do you need someone to cover the cost of a dance?" 

Andy and Theo looked at each other and then back to Stanton. 
"You don't look like you work here," said Theo. 

"I don't," asked Stanton. "I'm here with two associates." 

"Do they dance?" asked Andy. 

"No," said Stanton. "The guys are doing their best to run 
out of money, too. I imagine we'll see them out here 
sometime soon." 

"I see," said Theo. "To tell you the truth, we were just 
here to look the place over a bit." 

"How strange!" Stanton replied. "That's exactly what the 
guys I'm with said. So whaddya think?" 

Theo answered. "Well, we heard some crazy stories about what 
the wild girls did on this cruise, so we thought we'd check 
it out for ourselves." 

"Crazy?" Stanton repeated. Stanton smelled a lead. "Like 
what?" 

Andy and Theo looked a bit embarrassed. "We just heard they 
get kinda close," Theo said. 

Stanton smiled. "Oh, really?" She stepped between the two. 
Andy was taller than Stanton was, but in these shoes she was 
about the same height as Theo. Their faces almost touched. 
"Like this?" 

Theo rested his arm against the rail and tried to lean away 
from Stanton. Stanton looked puzzled, "Oh, I'm sorry," she 
said. "Is my perfume bothering you." 

"No, no," Theo said. "I don't even smell any perfume." 

"So, answer the question, Theo. Did they get this close?" 

>From behind Stanton, Andy answered. "They got closer than 
that, don't you think Theo?" 

Stanton edged in closer. A hard wind or a rock of the boat 
would have forced them to kiss. "Like this?" she asked. 
"That's not anything too wild, is it?" 

"It's not just how close they get," Andy goaded her. "It's 
in the motion." 

"Oh," Stanton said, like a complete airhead. "You mean like 
this?" Stanton turned on her heels, and as her hip turned in 
toward Theo, she bent a bit at the waist. While she turned 
the remainder of the one hundred and eighty degrees, her ass 
brushed right against Theo's fly. She stood upright again, 
relinquishing contact with Theo. 

Andy now stood in front of her. She wanted to see the 
surprised look on Theo's face, but she settled for Andy's 
devilish smile. "Yeah," he said, "Like that." 

"But I've seen women doing that since we crossed the 
border," Stanton said. "That's not illegal is it?" 

"No," Andy agreed. 

"So what's crazy then?" 

"It's the hands that matter," Andy said. 

"But I saw them use their hands," Stanton replied. She put 
her palms against his sweater and pushed against his chest. 
There was not much give under the material. "I saw them 
doing this plenty of times." Stanton moved her hands toward 
his shoulders, and then his arms. My, sweaters sure do hide 
some things, she said to herself. "That's not crazy is it?" 

"No," Andy said. 

Stanton moved her hands down his back, which was as solid as 
the other parts she examined so far. 

"None of the girls did that," Theo said. It was the first 
thing he'd said since his quick introduction to Stanton's 
ass. 

"Maybe that's just because the guys were sitting down," 
Stanton remarked. At that point she reached Andy's seat. His 
ass was small and firm. She gave it a gentle squeeze with 
both hands. 

"They definitely couldn't do that with the guys sitting 
down," Andy said. 

"Are you sure you don't work here?" Theo asked. 

Stanton turned to face Theo, performing the same trick as 
before, so that Andy felt her ass slide across his upper 
thighs. Looking straight into Theo's eyes, Stanton cupped 
his balls and rolled them around in her fingers. "Do the 
girls who work here do this?" she questioned him. 

"None that I've seen," Theo answered. 

"So we finally found something 'wild'," Stanton said. With 
her free hand, she wiggled inside Theo's pullover and ran 
her nails over his back. They won't be calling me a tease, 
she thought. 

"It's not just what the dancers didn't touch," Andy said. 
"It's also what the guys can't touch." 

Theo's dick was beginning to stir in her hand. Stanton 
winked at him, and looked back over her shoulder at Andy. 
"Really? What can't the guys do?" 

"Not much of anything," Andy replied. He put his hands on 
her shoulders. "I think this is allowed." His hands moved up 
to her neck, where he rubbed the skin slightly. He ran his 
fingers through her hair. "I don't think they liked that," 
he offered. 

"Oh, that's nothing," Stanton dismissed him. "They just 
don't want you to muss up their hair." 

"You don't seem to mind," countered Theo. He twisted a bit 
of her hair in his finger. 

"Sometimes it's good to be mussed, Theo," Stanton said. 

Andy's hands had moved to under her arms, and they crossed 
quickly to Stanton's breasts. Theo watched as Andy's fingers 
splayed out on her chest. "They definitely don't let you do 
that," Theo said. 

"Damn shame," Andy said. "These are a real handful." 

"You flatter me, Andy," Stanton said. She had unzipped 
Theo's fly, and she had a firm grip on his stiffening hose. 

"You never mentioned your name," Andy said, as his hands 
drifted down to her waist, and then across the hard points 
of her hip bone. 

"Pandora," Stanton answered, jerking on Theo's dick at the 
same time. 

Andy ran one hand between her legs. The tips of his digits 
reached her mound and dove across the delicate flesh. "I 
take it I know what this is called, then," he said. 

"I don't think that's your real name," Theo said. "Aren't we 
doing what the dancers don't?" 

"I could stop," she said, releasing his cock. 

"No need for you to do that!" Theo smiled, then added, 
"Pandora." 

"I don't know," she said. "I think some dancers might do all 
this. This isn't really wild." 

"What do you think we should do then?" asked Andy, dragging 
his finger back and forth along her crotch.