Elaine's golden curls bounced as she surveyed the wrecked office and closet, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. The security team, still sprawled on the floor, straightened up as best they could, cheeks flushed and uniforms half on.
"Sgt. Donner," Elaine said. "Report."
The sergeant pushed herself to her knees. "Ma'am. Intruders were detected in Dr. Ryebald's clinic. We attempted to intervene, but it appears that we were... unprepared for the subject's Sugar mastery."
Elaine smiled, but without much warmth. "Indeed. Dismissed, ladies. Clean up and return to your posts. I'll handle the rest."
The squad saluted, gathering their clothes and filing out. Some of them turned their heads back over their shoulders to cast final, lingering glances at my cock. The petite blonde blew a kiss before leaving.
Matterhorn growled from the corner, nursing his broken hand. Torque lay unconscious beside him. Lockjaw and Ironbound hovered protectively nearby.
"Your little pet broke a sacred bond today!" Matterhorn screamed. "What's the Hotel going to do about this!?"
Elaine folded her arms beneath her nearly open chest and cast steely eyes at him.
"The Hotel has absolutely no idea what has been going on," she said. "Except, apparently, for Princess, who has been working at double time nonstop since the alarms started ringing putting out fires across a few floors above here. Broken windows, floors all busted to shit, half the lab techs hiding under their desk... Teddy, does this have anything to do with you?"
"Don't play stupid!" Matterhorn yelled. "You know damn well it's all because of him!"
"Speak to me in that manner again, Matthew Matterhorn, and I will personally revoke your stay in this Hotel, leave you and your Sugar Babies out to dry for the Night Ride to hunt, and before all that, I will break your other hand."
Matterhorn's mouth snapped shut. Even through the rage, he seemed afraid of her.
Elaine's gaze flicked to me next, softening only a fraction. "Now. Someone explain what exactly happened here." She turned her head again. "Bridgid?"
"It's... complicated, Mistress. What has Princess told you already?"
"Just that a lot happened in a very little amount of time, but that she approved of Teddy's performance."
"Bullshit," Matterhorn muttered. "I'm out of here."
Elaine raised a hand. "Hold." She looked at me. "There was a fight between you two. Is there going to be trouble?"
"Not today," Matterhorn spat. "Not any trouble he's not due once he starts playing the game for real." He put an arm each behind the backs of Torque and Lockjaw. He winced as he connected with Torque's lower waist with his broken hand. "Come on, it's time to go."
Elaine let them pass, and Ironbound followed.
I felt a light lifting in my chest, like I could talk more freely. I was finally surrounded solely by people who I was on good terms with.
I explained everything to Elaine in detail. Bridgid and Guard would sometimes add their own commentary. While Guard wasn't shy at all about describing his sexual adventures this trip, Bridgid seemed hesitant to be explicit. It was like she was wary of Elaine's disapproval.
I had mentioned the Pants and the power of the Grey Eminence unlocked by wearing them but had skipped over the part between Matterhorn's first and second punches. I wasn't sure I could mention it with Bridgid and Guard still being there. I felt guilty keeping it from them.
Elaine arched a brow. "The Grey Eminence. Of course." She stepped closer, her scent washing over me. One manicured finger hooked the waistband of the sweatpants and tugged lightly, making my cock start the twitches of growth. "No wonder half the lab's security detail is walking bow-legged."
She released the waistband with a soft snap.
"Eventually," Elaine said, "you will learn how to control the flow of your Sugar outflows during orgasm so that things like this do not happen unintentionally."
"I'm looking forward to that," I said.
She didn't respond, but turned around, giving me a view of the way her purple dress draped evocatively over her ass as she walked back toward the door.
"Princess will be able to handle most of the mess as far as Hotel infrastructure," Elaine said. "I'll have Dr. Ryebald decide how he wants the Hotel to reimburse him for his used ward. You will, of course, have to return the grey sweatpants."
My heart sank. I had taken it entirely for granted that I would be taking them with me. I mean, who else better to wear them? And didn't the Sugar Patriarch give me the thumbs up? But I hadn't mentioned any of that yet.
"Bridgid? Guard?" I asked. "Can I talk with Elaine for just a moment?"
Elaine shook her head. "We should go, anyway. Bridgid, don't worry about anything that's happened today. You did the best you could under the circumstances. Guard, thank you for helping Teddy. I'll work with the Hotel Board on reassigning you to a task with more free time."
"Thank you, Mistress." Guard seemed genuinely pleased.
I wasn't sure how to leave Bridgid with Elaine being there. I awkwardly started to walk away, turning around just to wave and say I'll talk to her later, when she grabbed me by the sweatpants and kissed me.
"You need to leave these here," Bridgid said softly. "Elaine's orders."
"Right," I said, taking them off. That left me in just my boxers again. Did she want me to go out in public wearing nothing but boxers?
She snapped her fingers and my limbs were pulled outward. After a few confused moments of moving limbs and fabric appearing out of nowhere, I was wearing an incredibly soft and breezy blue bathrobe.
"This will do for now," she said. "Come."
I obeyed.
"See you later, Bridgid."
"See ya."
Guard and I nodded at each other with frowns on our faces. A manly way to say goodbye.
When we reached the Hotel's internal bridge, Elaine pressed a few different buttons on the panel. More than just the one that said up or down. The door opened up and she beckoned me forward. It was a small room, a little bit bigger than the elevator I had used the first time. I didn't know what I had used the second time, when I was taken down from the Sisters' floor, but it probably wasn't this.
It was dark, the only light being a few candles in the corners. There was a plush red loveseat placed against the wall with gold trim. In front of that was a large flat screen TV.
"This is one of my personal bridge cars," Elaine said. "I like to sit here and watch shows between floors. Sometimes the trip can be kind of long."
"Will anybody be able to hear us here?"
"Not a chance," she said. "Not even Princess, even if she did want to try to spy on me, which I would never believe."
"Okay," I said nervously. "I just wanted to be sure because I'm not sure what this guy could do to me if I messed this up."
"Okay..." Elaine said, confusion mixed with concern. "What guy are you talking about?"
The way she held her arms in front of her in anxious expectancy pressed her boobs together. A nipple on the left side half fell out as her dress adjusted.
"The first time I was punched, I was only saved because the Pants were able to preserve my life as I was hit."
"You mentioned that."
"But I was knocked out."
"It couldn't have been for very long."
"No, but you know how things like near death experiences are."
"You almost died!?"
"Like I said, without the Pants I would have."
"Okay, and?"
"And I met somewhere there."
Unexpectedly, Elaine's face fell.
"Who did you meet, Teddy?"
It took me a few seconds before I could get the words out. Right up to then I had just assumed that what I had experienced was real, but what if I was having a hallucination? What if Elaine was affected negatively by this news and it wasn't even real?
"I believe it was... he claimed, anyway that... he certainly looked the part, of course..."
"Spit it out, Teddy."
"It was the Sugar Patriarch. The dead one. Had to be."
For the first time since I had known her, Elaine had looked afraid.
"Oh, no, Teddy. This is bad. This is very bad."