Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2017 16:46:17 -0400 From: steamgene@cox.net Subject: After the Experiment Going Home After The Experiment: Coming Home Author's note. This story is a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. by Larry Marian Jenna, Mason, and Paige entered the hotel specified in their orders side by side, but turned single file going through the door with Paige in front. They looked like maybe boarding school students in their uniforms, all blue skirt or pants, white short sleeve shirt or blouse, and a red tie. Jenna and Paige wore just below the knee pleated skirts. They each pulled a medium sized light green suitcase and both girls had a shoulder strap purse. As they approached the desk, they fanned out on either side of Paige, who stepped forward, reached into her purse, and pulled out an envelope. "Hi," she said to the clerk. "Well, hello. Are you looking for one of your parents?" the clerk said pleasantly. "Well, no. Actually, we're all flying out tomorrow morning to go back home. We have a reservation for a room tonight, two queen size beds for the Corporation for Freedom and Progress." "Really? Is there a name?" "Yes, ma'am. The Corporation for Freedom and Progress. We stay here quite often, or so we were briefed." "Well, I do know the name. Let's see. Ah, yes. One night, two queens, three agents uh, McPherson, Schultz, and Jones. So where are they?" "That's us," Mason jumped in. "Agents for the Freedom and Progress Corporation?" "Well, we're actually only Agents, Third Class, but we can show you our Identification," Jenna said. "Uh, guys. Let me handle this, okay?" Paige said quietly to her friends. "Yeah. Go for it, Paige," Mason said. "Well, your friends may be correct. Do you have some official ID? And I don't mean some middle school student ID card." All three noticed a bit of sarcasm in the clerk's voice, which didn't seem good as she looked maybe five or six years older than they were. But all three pulled out a laminated ID and presented it to the clerk. "Huh. They must be hiring really young these days. But we can't rent a room for anybody under 25. Corporate policy." Jenna and Mason glanced at Paige. She smiled. "But, you are not renting a room to the three of us. You are renting a room to three agents, traveling under orders from and paid for by the Corporation. Look, here is a copy of my orders. The others have similar, just different names, times, and destinations. " She smiled. "They told me there might be some difficulty. Here is the authorization." "So, exactly, what is your status, little lady," an older man said, walking into the behind counter area. "Status? I'm Paige McPherson, agent III class for the Corporation and AIC for this duty. Look at the authorization." "AIC?" "Agent in Charge." "Really?" "Yes, sir. Please look at the authorization. We've had a long day and a lot to do before we go our separate ways tomorrow. " The man read over the document. "Wow. You kids sure aren't scouts, that's for sure. You are correct. The room is not for you. It's for agents with your names and IDs. You look like young teens to me."
 "Sir. Back in World War II, the Nazis hanged and sent to concentration camps many kids much younger than we are. Just because we are young, doesn't mean we can't do some important stuff. Back in corporate, I'm told that there is a move to put a photo of Paige on the wall," Mason said. "Really. Well, I see that this document has a stipulation that any damage to the room or hall will be covered for up to $100,000 and that you are forbidden to have any guests under the age of 30 come to the room. Did you know this?" "Yes, sir. We did. But we thought that you would want to read it yourselves. Now, may we please sign in for the Corporation and have our keys. We really are tired!" Paige ended with an upturn of her voice. "Please check these agents in, Dolores," "Yes, Mr. Humbert," the clerk said and began the quick ritual of checking in. Several minutes later the three left the elevator on the top floor. "Room 2716," Mason said, looking at the card holder. "To the right," Jenna said and led the way. They found the room at the end of the hall, it's door separated from the building wall by some distance. Mason figured out how to hold the card and the door opened to a short hall, with a large bathroom to the left. They walked into a spacious living room with two doors to the left. Jenna walked over and opened one. "What a bedroom," she said. Paige opened the other. "A jacuzzi!" she said. "I want to get in that," as she kicked off her shoes and began to undo her tie. The others did the same. "How big is it? Mason said, rushing to it. "Big enough for all three of us," Paige said, unbuttoning her blouse. "I want to try it now!" "Your finance is a nudist," Jenna said to Mason as Paige headed to the jacuzzi and dropped her blouse on the floor. "Yeah. And I love it," Mason said, smiling. Water began to run. "How hot?" came from what must be the jacuzzi room. "If you can stand it, we can stand it," Jenna called as there was a knock on the door. Mason went to it. "Who is it?" "The manager, please open up." Mason and Jenna looked at each other. Jenna motioned to the door. Mason opened it as Jenna turned to go back towards Paige. It was the same man who had been behind the desk. "Well, you three did well," he said. He looked around. "Hmm. Looks like Paige is already getting casual. Well, I need her as well as you and Jenna, of course. Let's sit down." With that, he went to one of the easy chairs of the living room and sat down. Moments later, Jenna walked in, followed by Paige, barefoot, wearing a bathrobe. "Ah. The diplomat. Paige, you did well. "
 "Uh, I thought you were the manager."
 "I'm one of the assistant managers. That allows me more freedom. You may begin to think you were set up. You were. " He grinned at that. "How do you convince a hotel to allow three 13 year olds to check in against chain policy? I'm not sure I've seen it handled better. I think all of you have a stellar future with the Corporation." "Well, thanks, Mr. Humbert," Jenna said. "Not me. And I think I'm going to let you three relax. In an hour, call room service for dinner. No reason to get dressed. The tip will be covered. Paige - you just go to the jacuzzi, shuck that bath robe and get in. Make a bet who is next in. I say Jenna." "Nope. Me." "We will see, Mason. Good night, agents. Have fun." With that, Mr. Humbert got up and left. As he did, Paige threw off the robe and headed for the jacuzzi. Following her, Mason and Jenna trailed her, leaving a trail of shirt, blouse, bra, undershirt, skirt, pants, shorts, and panties. Mason stood back and allowed Jenna to enter first, but he got next to Paige, who kissed him. Then suddenly there was turmoil in the already hot,bubbling water. Arms, legs, breasts, a very hard dick, heads, butts, pussies, all were in and out of the water as the three grasped each other, hugged each other, played until they each hung on the wall and laughed. "That was great," Mason said. "Yeah. Stand up, Mason. You're thinking of something else. Or some one else. Hint. Her name begins with "P." "Yes, Jenna. It does. But I'm also thinking of somebody whose name begins with "J." "Just so you sleep with me, name who begins with `M,'" Paige said, standing up and reaching for a towel. Mason stood up, his erection very obvious. Paige realized it was much bigger than it had been that first morning. Mason was now a good six inches, with a bulb head, bright red, probably from the hot water. He reached for a towel and handed one to Jenna. The three climbed out of the water and hit the drain. "Seems a shame to drain all this water. But if we want to get back in later, it won't be hot," Mason said. Paige draped the towel around her shoulders. "I'm going to watch some tv. I guess you want Boeuf Wellington?" "How about a burger, a dog and some fries," Mason said. "That sounds good," Jenna said. Hey, add some cole slaw, okay?" "Sure." With that Mason and Jenna walked past their strewn clothes and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Paige sat on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned the tv on. She soon had National Geographic on and watched the Amazon glide by under a dug out canoe with three almost nude Indians with fishing spears and blowguns. Twenty minutes later she looked at the time and called room service. "Hi, room service. We're in 2716. The corporation told me to call you with an order. Yes. For three. Yeah, two with a cheeseburger and a hot dog, both all the way, fries and cole slaw. The third the same, but baked beans and not fries. That okay? Great. And three large milks. Thanks. I understand the tip's been taken care of. Great. Fifteen minutes? Thanks. Bye." She went back to watching the fishing trip, the monkeys, the anaconda, and a quick glimpse of a jaguar on a branch. There was a knock on the door. "Room service." And I only have a towel around my shoulders. Paige raced to the door. "Just a moment!" she hollered and raced for the jacuzzi room and her bathrobe. Slipping it on and quickly tying the belt she spun and saw the door to the bedroom was open. Jenna was on her knees and forearms on the bed, her head on a pillow, turned to the side while Mason was behind her, leaning forward, his hands on her breasts, rapidly moving back and forth, in and out. Quickly she left the room, leaving the door open and went to the room door and opened it to see a cart and a young man behind it. "Room service," he said. "May I bring this in?" "Oh, sure," she said and motioned him in. He pushed the cart in, and deposited the three covered plates on a tray to the coffee table. Paige leaned forward and looked at each one quickly as he deposited three bottles of milk, then stood up and smiled. Just then a moan came from the bedroom - obviously Jenna. "Thanks so much," Paige said. "You're welcome. I think you know I've already been tipped." "So they said," she smiled and closed the door after him. Then she turned and looked at the trail of clothes left by Jenna and Mason, and not picked up. "Oh, damn!" she said and went to the bedroom door. She almost thought of opening it. "Hey. Supper! Come on. " A muffled "Great" came from Mason. "Right there," Jenna agreed. Minutes later they walked out, each wearing a t-shirt and shorts. "Let's eat," Mason said as they headed for the covered dishes. In a minute the three were scarfing down food, conversation limited to mostly grunts. As they finished up Jenna began collecting the plates, covers, and utensils. "Where do they go?' Jenna asked. "There's a note on top of one cover. Place them all on the tray and put them outside the door," Paige said. "That was good." "What?" Mason said. "Look at the tv!" The girls turned to see their hotel living room. Just then all three smart phones rang. The picture changed to Doc Mom in her lab coat. "Pick up your phones so you can answer me. If you three were six years younger, I'd have each of you over my knee for a sound paddling. The only thing keeping you from being fired and dropped is the person who made the arrangements for your room didn't notice your age. How could you do so well checking in and then screw up so badly?"
 "Doc Mom, what do you mean?" Mason asked. "How about this?" and the camera zoomed to a boy's white dress shirt lying on the rug with a beige bra on top of it. "Or this?" and the camera switched to a pair of white boxer shorts and a pair of pink panties partially covering it. "Or this?" with a shot down a wide open bath robe and a clearly visible breast. `Or this?" and a low moan, "Oh, Mason. Yes!" clearly coming from Jenna. "Oh, God, Doc Mom. I saw the clothes on the floor just as the guy came with our food I just hope he didn't notice!" Paige mumbled. "Now how could he not?! " Doc Mom paused. "The only thing good about it is that apparently you were in the jacuzzi room when you undressed. Otherwise some other guy might have thought this was an orgy going on! "Look, kids. You know we are open in private. You also know we conform to norms when around others. Right? You know the signal to get to your room and get dressed?
 "Yes, Ma'am." "Yes, Doc Mom." "Sure, Doc Mom." "So why did you guys just let all training go out the window? Don't answer. You were placed in a room reserved for experienced agents. You saw a neat thing and rushed to enjoy it - just like you did with us and at Corporate. You should have been in a room about three tiers down - still very nice, but not as tempting. Paige looked at the other two. Mason kept biting his lip. Jenna's face looked like she was about to cry. Paige felt like it. "Doctor Mom. It's my fault. I'm the AIC. I should have policed up the clothes instead of letting them lie on the floor. I should have taken the time to make sure my robe was secure. I didn't. So whatever happens, let it happen just to me. I'm sorry." With that the tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Paige. So noted. But no. Yes, you failed a bit in leadership, but Mason and Jenna are not peons or privates. The next time Mason might be AIC because of the assignment. You three will have two days pay docked. "That said, I love you three very much. Doc Dad does too. This is a learning experience for all three of you. When you are out and about, working for the Corporation, you must ALWAYS act accordingly. "You understand?" There were sniffles as each nodded their head. "Okay. Group hug. And look, Paige - Mason - don't let this keep you from saying good bye for awhile tonight. All teens screw up. You three do it far less than most. Know that you three have step parents, if you will, and step brothers and sisters. You will return. Okay?" Again, sniffles and nods. An hour later Mason and Paige lay in bed snuggled up to each other. As normal, pajamas and night gown were in the respective open suit case. "I'm not sure you want to," Mason said. "Want to, Mason? I need to. Please, let us love each other," she said as she kissed hm. If you liked this part of "After the Experiment" or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated. -- Gene