One last story for the day and will continue tonight .
Undercover: From ‘Bridget’s Nights’
Two heavy set men moved along the deck of the barge floating serenely in the East River. A third man kept a lookout from the lumber pile near the rickety gangway that precariously linked the old barge to the dock.
“Hurry it will ya’? I mean, damn, it’s not like she’s that big.”
“Yeah, but she sure is a squirmer.”
The first man snickered. “I hear she squirms a lot with the right person. Too bad we won’t get a chance to find out.”
“Knock it off you guys,” hissed the lookout. “Just pick the damn broad up and carry her to the edge if that’s what it takes. Even with her new overshoes you can do it.”
There was a grunt. “Gimme a hand.” The two men lifted a slight struggling figure and moved slowly to the barge’s side.
“What the hell’s with all the chain wrapped around her? This is just a woman and a little one to boot.”"
“You weren’t there when we caught her. She threw Big Stan across the room and damn near shoved Tiny’s head through the wall. It took six of us to hold her and the chain seemed like a damn good idea. Good thing all Feds ain’t this strong.”
“Oh well, won’t matter in a moment.” The two men set their burden down. The figure teetered alarmingly on the edge of the splintered wood deck. The first man pulled a strip of heavy tape from the woman’s mouth.
“Any last words doll?” He grinned.
“Sure. What time is it?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected request, the first man looked at his watch.
“Its 3 AM.”
Okay. So why don’t you kiss my ass then you ugly over-grown…" the rest of the words were cut off when the man pushed the woman backwards. Bottom heavy because of the tub of cement her feet were encased in, she rocked back and forth twice before toppling into the murky water.
The two men had stepped back to avoid the expected splash as the woman hit the water. They both leaned over the edge and waited. In short order an explosion of air bubbles came and then the water grew placid again.
“Damn, they usually hold their breath longer than that.” observed the second man.
“Probably was still cussing me.” replied the first one.
“If you two are done, let’s get out of here.” commanded the watcher. The three dark shapes walked down the gangway and disappeared into the night. A short time later a car engine started and then faded away into the distance.
“Well, this is another fine mess you got me into, Robert!” were my thoughts as I hit the water and sank to the bottom of the river. I KNEW I should have stuck to the spy business. But when the Deputy Director of Operations for the Agency and one of the most senior Deputy Directors of the Bureau are both asking for help, well, just the sight of the two of them in agreement over anything was nearly enough to persuade me without hearing anything about the case. I mean, do you have any idea how long its been since the upper leadership of those two organizations agreed on the time of day, much less the need for inter-service cooperation?
But it was Robert who convinced me. Special Agent Robert A. (for Alan) Dale, whom I have known since the early 19th Century. The man just exudes the concept of Duty with a capital “D”. A few words from him and I signed on. He always could convince me to do pretty much anything. Not THAT kind of anything. Well, come to think of it, yeah, that kind of thing too. But he had been the first to show me that a vampire could be legitimate, an actual respected member of a government organization. It was working for him during the Napoleonic War that had led me to the Union Secret Service and eventually to the CIA.
I had been tracking a large shipment of arms headed towards the United States. This wasn’t your everyday run-of-the-mill AK’s and MAC-10’s. This was serious stuff. I’m talking C-4 in large quantities, RPG’s, AT-4’s, Claymores. Stuff you use to fight a war.
I had picked up the first hint of this in Berlin and the trail led me, to my surprise and pleasure, to Budapest. I caught the first night flight into the city and started following my leads down the back streets. Partly I was nosing about, but partly I was simply happy to be there for the first time in a couple of generations. The city was so different from what I remembered it being during the Turkish occupation and yet in some ways it was exactly the same. It was still vibrant, exciting, a place where East mingled with the West, North with South. Its personality had survived wars, revolutions, conquering hordes and massive bombing raids. I loved it here.
I had wandered the city’s underside, which was as rough and as uncontrolled as it had been when I first visited here going on four hundred years previously. I had been back here before, the last time being between the First and Second World Wars, but I always remembered my first visit here.
I had been picking up more and more bits and scraps of information dealing with this arms shipment. I couldn’t pin down where it was coming from or what the intended final destination was, beyond that it WAS the US and the probable entry point was going to be the Port of New York. I need to sit down and organize everything so I headed back to the place I was staying.
Here was one thing that never ceased to amaze me. While the building that had stood here back in the early 17th Century was long gone, the site remained a seedy, low-class dive with rooms to let on a short or long term basis, no questions asked. Just my kind of place. I could sit in the back of the smoke-filled bar room and hear all sorts of things. If I squinted my eyes I could almost see Susanna bringing me my drink, with Yusef watching her from the corner of his eye.
I sighed. Dust for three hundred plus years I knew. For a moment I let my thoughts linger in the dark corners of my mind. How many lovers, bed-friends, buddies and people I simply knew had gone over the years? Too many. When you care, immortality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I shook myself out of my mood. We all have issues, even vampires. You deal with them. Some vampires, the longer they lived the more they smothered their humanity, distancing themselves, becoming arrogant, feeling they are superior to humans in every respect, except perhaps for their tans. Some live simply for pleasure. I’ve spent time in that group myself. Of course I still enjoy a good roll in the hay. There are a few who attempt to live pretty much as they did before they were turned. Then there are the ones who, like me hopefully, turn their attention to actually DOING something beside holing up in abandoned buildings and crumbling castles and pouncing on stray travelers.
I had started for the stairs and the room I was renting on the second floor. I changed my mind and headed for the bar. A few crumpled bills slid across the counter and I settled myself in a corner booth with a glass and a bottle of what claimed to be Irish whiskey. The first sip convinced me that it actually was dry cleaning fluid but it tasted enough like alcohol to be acceptable.
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I sat there nursing my dark mood for perhaps an hour. Then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a familiar face. A face that had no business being here. A face that was studiously paying me no attention at all, so carefully in fact that it was obvious to me that he was looking for me.
Gunnery Sergeant Don Viscotti of the Marine Embassy Guard Detachment was the type of guy who would stand out in a crowd of other Marines. Here, in this dingy, smoke filled dive, he might as well have been wearing a sign reading “US Marine”. He was tall, well muscled and still the “lean, mean fighting machine” of myth and legend. Heck, his close-cropped hair alone would give him away.
I knew that not all Marines, even those who came up through Force Recon, were always “Charge straight at the machine gun on the beach” types when it came to subtlety. But he was good. Our eyes met for only an instant in the dusty mirror that hung over the bar. Thank goodness the idea that vampires don’t cast a reflection is a myth. I slipped out of the booth and casually strolled down the corridor that led to the alleged “Rest Rooms”. He followed me.
I was wondering how we were going to get close when he surprised me. He threw his arms around me and pulled me into an embrace that would have half crushed me if I had been human. It certainly must have made it appear to any observer just why he had tagged along after me.
It took a minute, or two, or perhaps three for him to whisper why he had sought me out. After all, a couple embracing that close should be kissing. So we did. He was quite a kisser. I enjoyed it enough that the first time he tried to break it I refused to release the hold my tongue had on his. Finally though, I let him come up for air.
I was pleased to discover that no matter how contrived the embrace was that my body was having an effect on his. I could tell that from his slightly glazed eyes and even more so from the erection that was mashed against my thigh. Still, business before pleasure and all that. His whisper drove any thoughts of sex away. Well, immediate sex anyway.
“Bridget, Mister Emerson sent me.” That set off alarm bells. Jorge Emerson was the Assistant Economic Attache. He was also the CIA Station Chief and not the “Nervous Nelly” type who would send someone to find me on a whim. I waited for the rest of the message.
“You’ve been blown.”
Oh FUCK. Not that this hasn’t happened to me before, but it’s not something I brag about. And for Jorge to send a messenger instead of waiting for my routine check-in, bespoke more than casual trouble.
My mind raced. No point in going upstairs to my room. I kept all my notes in my head, my memory having been one thing that had improved as the centuries had drifted past. Sometimes I wish it wasn’t so good but…
“Get hold of yourself Bridget,” I scolded myself. This was no place or time for memories, or anything else, since I could still feel Don’s erection against me. Noises came from the bar area. I picked up a guttural voice asking in pretty bad Hungarian “Where is she?”
Maybe the voice wasn’t talking about me. Yeah, right, with my luck. I considered and discarded ducking into the Women’s Room. First place they’d look. Then I heard the barkeep say “Back there” and I knew we were out of time. I grabbed Don’s hand and drug him into the Men’s Room.
His reactions were fast. Ignoring two men standing there with their mouths and their flies open; he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me to the window. I leaned back, depending on his strength to hold me up, and lashed out with one foot. The window shattered and he tossed me up into the opening. I reached down and grabbed his wrist as he vaulted up after me and the two of us dropped into the alleyway.
What IS it with me and alleyways? I get chased down them all the time. And escape is never easy. Figures filled both ends and rushed towards us.
I never carry a gun. I hardly need one after all. I’m inhumanly strong and fast. Not quite as fast as Kate Beckinsale appears to be and I don’t look near as good in skin tight vinyl and leather, but faster than any human. All I could do was wait for the attackers to get close. And there were a lot of them. I suppose I should have been flattered someone sent a dozen guys after little old me.
Don, on the other hand, was armed and let everyone know it as he snapped a shot first one way, then the other with I saw was a Colt 1911A1. No sissy 9 mils for him, he was to explain later. Apparently he had troubles convincing someone to lie down and realize he was dead once and it soured him on the Beretta.
The two flashes and the roar of the 45 had everyone ducking. I took the opportunity to twist the lock and chain off a loading door on the other side of the alley. We jumped into the open door and I eased it closed behind us. My night vision allowed me to see a bolt on the inside and I locked us in before leading Don through the gloom of a mostly empty warehouse and out the far side.
Don smothered more than one curse as he bumped into things I could see that he couldn’t. Fortunately, none of them made noise enough to give our location away. I heard someone rattle the door behind us once and then nothing. We came out through a door on the far side and slipped from that alley to one of the bigger streets.
“I don’t suppose you have a cell phone?” Don asked, breaking the silence.
“Nope. I don’t suppose YOU have one either?” When he shook his head I sighed and began to search for a pay phone. We had to get a little more exposed than I liked under the circumstances but I found one, fed it some local coinage and dialed the emergency number for Jorge at the Embassy. I was confident he would be manning the phone, a confidence that was confirmed when he answered during the first ring.
After a brief conversation, I hung up and turned to Don.
“Want the good news or bad news?” The look of resignation he gave me was all the answer I needed. “Well, the bad news is, there’s no point trying to get to the Embassy. Too many people seem to be watching. The same goes for the airport and pretty much every mode of transportation out of town.”
Don raised an eyebrow. “Just exactly what have you stumbled across Bridget? That’s an awful lot of manpower, and by the way, what’s the good news?”
“Well, first, most of the watchers are just hired muscle. Jorge is making nice with the police and he may be able to get some of the bad guys scooped up and start back-tracking them to their employers. But the good news is that I know a way out of the city I bet they aren’t covering.”
Don smothered a groan. “I don’t know you all that well Bridget, but somehow I suspect I’m NOT going to like your way out.”
“Gheshhhh Don, think of it as an adventure. Be all you can be.”
“That’s the Army,” he grumbled. But he followed me, his hand staying close to the butt of the pistol he had tucked behind his waistband.
It turned out to be not as bad as he thought, he confided in me later. It was worse. I made arrangements with the owner/operator of one of the barges that still plied their way up and down the rivers. We spent the day huddled in the bilges. Don held his temper the entire time, even when dirty water and the occasional rodent made the darkness even more miserable.
In what seemed like no more than a week or two we emerged in Vienna. I figured we had probably lost any pursuit, but I didn’t want to take chances. So we stayed away from the airports and any contact with the American Embassy here. Instead, I accessed funds of my own, drawn from one of the accounts I had set up over the centuries. I, unlike a certain brooding TV vampire, HAD established an investment portfolio. I bought us each several complete change of clothes and reserved a compartment on the train heading towards Paris. One compartment of course.
My plan nearly blew up in my face when Don got a look at what I had bought for him.
“No, absolutely not. Not even No but HELL NO.”
I suppose I couldn’t blame him. After all, the trousers were pegged so tightly they clung to every curve of his legs and butt, as well as outlining a quite nice package. And the shirt was all glitter and half-see through. But then so was mine and my skirt barely covered the bottom curves of my ass. He was also looking askance at the long blonde wig I was thrusting at him. Mine was coal black and hung down to my waist.
“I thought we were trying to be stealthy.”
“There are two ways to not be noticed. The first is to be as inconspicuous as possible, to blend in, to be invisible. Its great but that is exactly what our foes, whoever they are, will be looking for. So we go the other way. We stand out. We’re right in the middle of the front row. Nobody expects that. The eyes that do examine us will look at the flash and show and not at us.”
He finally gave, after I gave him my solemn promise that as soon as the train left the station we would lock ourselves in our compartment and he could get out of the outfit. And I meant it. After all, I didn’t want to cross the rest of Europe wearing 4 inch heels myself. Growing up in Ireland I only wore shoes during the winter and to church. Yes, I like how high heels make my legs look but I still think they were invented by the first podiatrist to drum up business.
We got on the train, drawing a fair amount of attention, especially when I clamped my hand onto Don’s ass and squeezed. Those pants WERE tight. I hoped the circulation to anything important wasn’t being cut off. A glance at the front of those pants reassured me. So we got on the train and into our compartment and waited uncomfortably until the station was behind us.
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The train ran clickety-clack over the rails. It was always a different sound in Europe than in the States. Had something to do with the gauge of the tracks or something I guess. But it was still as soporific as ever, lulling me to sleep. I would have dozed off completely if Don had not suddenly stretched and yawned.
“Bridget, as much as I want to go to sleep, I desperately need a shower first. And,” he grinned, “So do you. Ladies first.”
I had no intention of arguing. I undressed in the small shower compartment and took a lovely, although too short, hot shower. I promised myself when we got back to the States I would treat myself to an hour long one. Wrapping my towel around me, I opened the door and announce to Don, “Your turn big boy.”
I heard the shower start moments after he closed the door. I should have been falling asleep, but instead I found myself imagining that strong firm body with the water cascading off it. By the time the shower noise stopped, I had arranged myself on the lower bunk, on my knees with my arms resting in the window I was looking out. I knew the towel was not covering any more than the upper half of my butt.
I heard the door open behind me. There was a pause, and then it closed. I sensed Don standing close behind me. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything. I suddenly wondered if I made a mistake. Maybe he wasn’t interested in me. Then two hands, calloused but gently firm, slid up my hips and under the towel. A quick flick of his wrists and I was nude. I leaned back slightly as the bunk shifted as he joined me. I leaned back even more when I felt the tip of his cock against my leg.
Don gave a soft chuckle. “Don’t be in such a hurry Bridget. We have all night before we get to our destination.”
His love-making matched his words. I figured, you know, Marines. Charge the beaches and charge the ladies. Instead he almost drove me crazy by taking his time and showering me with gentleness.
He turned me around so we were facing each other, both still kneeling on the bed. He kissed me. At first it was just a brushing of lips, then it became deeper and more passionate. His tongue invaded my mouth, then he sucked my tongue back into his. His hands remained still, holding my hips firmly.
He broke our kiss and showered my face and neck with quick little kisses and licks. As always, when my neck is nuzzled, I get the shivers. Hey, makes sense doesn’t it? I AM a vampire after all, even though I’m smart enough and discreet enough to draw blood from a lot more places than just the neck. Not that I expected Don to bite me.
Of course then he did bite me. Not drawing blood biting, just wee little nibbles up and down my neck and shoulders that would have produced a massive crop of Goosebumps had my body still been capable of them. What it did do was turn me on and make me helpless all at the same time. I’m not much of a surrenderer but this time I relaxed, as much as I could anyway, and let Don have his way with me. And his way was very good.
His arms were around my waist now and his lips were at my throat. I leaned back, allowing him full access to my body. His kisses ran down my collarbones before his lips swept over the tops of my breasts. His hands stroked my back, probing and exploring and continued as I leaned back further. His flattened tongue slid between my breasts. I realized he had somehow found time to shave; no bristles rasped against my skin as he licked there before sliding his mouth to my right breast.
He teased the nipple, rolling it around with his tongue tip. I gave a deep gasp when his teeth closed on the hard nubbin. He was wonderful, using enough pressure to send electric shocks through my body and stopping just a hair-breath this side of hurting me. While I enjoy that sometimes, right now I wanted the pleasure to be gentle and caring. Oh Lord, it was just that.
He shifted to my left breast and repeated his ministrations. His tongue was everywhere, running along the sides, underneath and then once more his face pressed between my little orbs. I would have fallen to the bed had not his hands, one at the top of my spine and the other in the small of my back, not held me prisoner to his will.
My Marine started kissing again, trailing down along my still flat tummy. He did let me lean farther back as my skin stretched tightly along my ribs. Now my hair brushed the bed as his lips found my navel. He sucked lightly as his tongue explored there. Then he went side to side, kissing and suckling on my belly.
God I was lost. I braced myself on my hands and feet, arching my body to allow him to do anything and everything his heart desired. One of the perks of living forever is having a lot of opportunities to have sex with a number of different partners. Don was right up there with the best of them. Of course I usually think that of whomever I might be with but in this case it was true.
Realizing that I was supporting myself, Don shifted his hands. One slid back up to cover my breast. The other trailed a finger between my tight little ass cheeks and began to tease my puckered hole. His lips moved further, down over the sparse fine hairs of my mound and then onto the triangle of red between my legs.
I lifted my hips even more, pushing myself against his mouth. His tongue entered me, and at the same time gentle pressure relaxed my anal ring and his questing finger slid up my ass. From the feel of it all, he was striving to have that finger meet his tongue somewhere inside me. I thought that was a wonderful idea and hoped it would happen. I have no idea if my continual bucking up and down helped or not, but just as my first orgasm swept over me I had a dim thought that he had succeeded.
Don never slowed. If anything, he picked up the pace. Now I don’t produce a great deal of moisture, whether Cumming or just being aroused, but I had a much better than usual flow tonight. That was good, because when he suddenly released me and fell forward onto me, his cock slid right up inside me smoothly and easily. That was a relief, because he was pretty determined in that thrust. I know he wouldn’t have hurt me on purpose, but sometimes that happens.
Regardless, that one stroke pinned me to the bed; and very happily so I might add. Now he was a true Marine, doing his pushups one after another. If the manual didn’t depict a skinny red head with her legs around his waist while he did his exercises, well, who cared? Maybe it should.
I proceeded to have a second orgasm, then a third. My pussy was dripping, and that says a lot. Vampires don’t have a lot of bodily fluids. We don’t sweat and the other secretions are reduced too. I have remembered in my prayers every day for a long time the inventors of artificial lubricants. But tonight I didn’t need them.
Don rose all the way on his arms. Arching his back he attempted to drive his cock far enough into me that I was expecting to feel the head lodged in my lower throat. And then my wetness was dwarfed as he proceeded to pump what seemed like a gallon of cum in me. Yes, I know that a teaspoon full is probably how much it really was, the normal size of male ejaculate but DAMN, it seemed like it.
When we got off the train in Paris we were both walking on rubbery legs. I was tempted to suggest a stay over at an apartment I had kept since the 1930’s so we could recover, but who was I kidding? If we had we probably would have had to crawl to the plane. Not a civilian airliner by the way but an Air Force Special Missions jet that whisked us to Andrews where a car was waiting to carry the pair of us to Langley. We were informed there would be a meeting in a couple of hours and urged to get some rest. I was sorely tempted but Don took off for his own room without a backwards look. At a later date he was to confide in me he was afraid I was going to try to wear off a couple of inches.
Regardless, I took the opportunity to take a shower that may have lasted for an hour and then napped until a knock on the door summoned me to the meeting. Don looked a lot brighter-eyed too when, gentleman that he was, he opened the conference room door and ushered me inside.
“Please sit over there Bridget,” directed the Deputy Director of Operations (DDO). He turned to Don. “Gunny, you really aren’t cleared for this but you have been dumped in the middle and everything we know about you indicates you are probably more trustworthy than half the people here, including me.” He indicated the chair next to mine, which of course Don didn’t sit in until after he had pulled out mine for me. I was a liberated female centuries before it became fashionable but I still enjoy being treated like a lady.
I looked around the room. There was a lot of brass in here. Not the appointed heads but rather the deputies and assistants who come up through the ranks and have spent a lifetime in their chosen profession. Besides the Agency, there was Customs, ATF, Coast Guard, NYC Port Police and, of course, sitting right across from me, Deputy Director Robert A. Dale of the FBI; my long-term ally, sometimes partner, occasional lover and always my favorite target to pick on and be reprimanded by in return. Well, when you’ve known each other for over a hundred and eighty years, as Robert and I had, you’re bound to have a history.
The meeting kicked off. I gave my verbal report and passed around copies of my notes as I had written them down on the plane ride home. Others spoke in turn, contributing their information, and we proceeded to fill half a dozen whiteboards as we all tried to piece together what was happening. We took a break, reassembled and worked late into the night. Finally we staggered off, too tired to think clearly.
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The next day the pieces started to fall into place. We determined the source of the weaponry and the probable shipment method. Thanks to Robert (God bless the FBI, I really do admire a lot of them although I could no more work for them than I could fly) the name of the coordinating boss of the entire Stateside operation was agreed upon.
“This is Eliott Graham,” Robert projected a picture onto a screen. “He’s a huge player in the Underworld, fingers in everything, both domestic and international. We’re sure he has the information we want at his New York headquarters.” Here Robert changed pictures to a large building that practically screamed “Corporate”. He continued. “We never have been able to place an agent successfully there. We don’t know why.”
“However, due to good observation and luck, we have the opportunity to slip someone into the organization. It won’t be easy. There’s no time to make up a complete background and train the agent in it. Rather, we need someone who can assume an identity on short notice and is adept at improvisation when things get bumpy. Someone who’s real background is spotty and downright vague.”
Have you ever been nodding along with a crowd over what seems like a good idea when you realize that everyone is looking at you? Well, that’s what was happening. Crap. I tried to wiggle out of the spotlight though.
“Well, that’s a great idea. If it wasn’t that my vacation is starting yesterday and I need to be on my way I would volunteer myself…”
Oh well. It worked about as well as most of my attempts at wiggling out of the things Robert comes up for me to do.
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I do have to admit it. I look pretty neat all decked out in black. Black leather boots, tight black jeans, a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and dark sunglasses in, of course, black frames made up my outfit. Even the pistol that I had in a shoulder holster draped over the back of the chair I had turned around and was sitting in was black as I faced the reason I was here.
How Robert and company managed to bring me to the attention of Eliott Graham or whichever one of his underlings was responsible for picking employees I don’t know but they had. I was now the official night bodyguard for Annie Riceland. I didn’t understand at first why what appeared to be the operation’s resident computer jock needed a bodyguard. After my initial briefing and a couple of days of observation I figured it out. Annie was not being guarded against an outside threat. Annie was being guarded to keep her under continuous observation, lest she try, well, something. Eliott had been pretty vague about it but his instructions were clear on the fact that she was never to leave the building except under heavy escort and was not allowed any outside contact.
I wandered down to her computer room a few days after I had started to find her facing the bank of monitors but not seeing any of them. Her eyes were focused far away and I could see what looked like the traces of tears. Impulsively, I spoke to her.
“Annie, are you alright?”
She jumped, obviously not having heard me come in or close the door behind me. Fortunately her day-time guard replied much more on locks on the outside doors and all the people bustling around and Annie was alone.
“Oh Faith. You startled me.”
I know, I KNOW. I should be spanked for doing so, but when I first saw myself in my new assumed persona all in black I couldn’t resist. Rest assured I did not tell anyone I was a rogue vampire slayer. I was a gun for hire, with a mostly hidden past but severed links to a certain intelligence organization I had slipped away from. After all, the best way to lie is to tell the truth, just not all of it.
“I’m sorry. You seemed a million miles away. Is there anything I can do to help?”
From the first I had cultivated Annie. She was a tall woman, taller than me anyway, with chestnut hair that she kept wrapped in a bun. She had dark eyes that seemed always sad. She was slender with a small bust but slightly broader hips. She was really likeable; I didn’t have to fake that. I made sure she behaved, but I also looked out for her. Several overly amorous suitors had calmed down after I put one’s head through a door after a remark that I could tell Annie didn’t like.
“No, I’m sorry, there isn’t.” She closed herself off completely and turned away. I let the conversation drop. I nodded and simply watched while she worked. Because my memory is so good, in spite of what I would like sometimes when I recall things I would love to forget, I had picked up on most of her passwords and how she organized her files. People so often forget that the invisible ones like waiters and bartenders and yes, bodyguards, have eyes. I was confident that before long I would be able to crack her computer. Of course it would be by rote, I have no clue how those things work. I suspect my upbringing still makes my subconscious whisper “Black Magic!”
I may have left things alone that evening, but a couple days later I discovered her sitting in her room showing unmistakable signs of having been crying. This time I didn’t say anything. I simply closed the door behind me and sat next to her on the couch that occupied one wall.
I didn’t know what was going on but it had been a while since I saw someone so miserable. I liked Annie. I wanted to find out what was wrong. I wanted to make her feel better. I actually cross-my-heart and hope-to-die (okay, I know, I’m already dead but you know what I mean) did not intend for things to go where they ended up. I only wanted to comfort her.
I had taken her hands in mine and held them, just for reassurance. She twined her fingers with mine and I squeezed a bit. When she nearly smiled I leaned forward, planning on kissing her cheek and whispering some nonsensical words of reassurance. I think it was by the purest happenstance that she turned her head and my lips met hers.
Those lips met and clung. We loosened the grip we had on each other’s hands and moved closer. She waved her hand uncertainly for a moment and then reached out to hold me. I could feel her body, warm and trembling. Our mouths opened. My tongue slid between her lips and began its exploration of her mouth. I had my left arm around her and my right hand between us to cup her breast.
She broke the kiss for a moment, her eyes searching mine. “Faith,” she stammered. “I never, I’m mean, I’m not, that is, I don’t do, this is the first time.”
“Shhhhhh,” I whispered back. “I know and it’s alright. I know that you aren’t gay. You’re lonely. I am too. I will stop if you want.”
For a moment she teetered. The loneliness won out and with what was almost a sob she kissed me.
I wanted to get wild. But that wasn’t what Annie needed. She needed someone caring and sweet and gentle. I had a passing thought of a certain Marine Gunnery Sergeant. He would be perfect. But he wasn’t here and I was. I’d just have to do the best I could. Not that I minded where I was of course.
I walked her towards the bed. My black outfit fell away one piece at a time. Between removing my clothing I showered Annie with kisses, over her face and shoulders and neck, removing her clothing so that when we reached the bed we were both nude. I leaned her back, holding her firmly until she touched the mattress and I was on top of her. I cradled her body against mine, my hand returning to her breast and finding the now hard nipple tipping the softness of her orb.
I rolled that hard nipple around and around while I nibbled up and down her neck. I never thought of biting her. I had been out a couple times and slipped off to my hidden apartment to nuke some blood. Even if I hadn’t fed, I just couldn’t have done that to her. Not as vulnerable and needy as she was.
I guided my leg between her thighs, pressing myself against the dampness of her pussy. I hooked my foot around her calf and began to slide back and forth, up and down, gently rubbing her wetness with my skin. My lips traveled from her neck to the hollow of her throat, then down her chest to her other breast.
Annie was already bucking up against me. She in turned wrapped a leg around me, clutching me to her. I teased and licked at her nipple, still holding the other one in my fingers. My thigh was slick with her juices and I could tell she wasn’t far from an orgasm. I ground harder against her, my leg pumping faster even as I took that hard nubbin in my lips and squeezed.
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She shuddered, spasmed and I felt her body release. After a bit her body relaxed and she ran her fingers through my hair. I looked up and she smiled.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed that, even if, “she suddenly blushed, “Even if I can’t…”
I pursed my lips and blew her a kiss. “First Annie, I enjoyed this a lot. Second, there’s no need for you to do anything. I can tell you’re straight. But third,” I grinned. “I’m not even done yet.” Still looking up at her I rolled her nipple with my tongue tip and then lowered my head and proceeded to let my lips march down her body.
I followed the curve of her body. Down I went, over the softness of her belly, pausing only to lick her navel. Then there was the swell of her mound the beginning of the fine hairs of her womanhood. Finally I squirmed between her legs and without further ado my mouth fell on the dripping wetness of her pussy.
I sucked the droplets clinging to her damp hair and found the taste lovely. I parted her labia and slid my tongue into her. As I expected, she bucked at the first touch. Obviously her fingers had been her only release for sometime. Well, as good as they might be, I knew I was better and set out to prove it.
My tongue pistoned in and out, out and in of her. Now I was penetrating her, reaching inside those silky inner walls, now I was burying my face in her and lapping her slit. Now I was kissing and licking her inner thighs and now I had discovered the hardness of her clit and was tapping it. Her hands were locked in my hair and I could feel her arching under me.
She had a second orgasm. I drank from her, thirsty for the special taste, the special offering, that only another woman has. My lips closed on her throbbing clit and I sucked it, tightening my grip on it. The tip was in my mouth and my tongue lashed it until she came a third time and collapsed limply on the bed.
When Annie’s breathing was regular I carefully climbed out of the bed, dressed and snuck out of the room. I hadn’t seduced her to get her out of the way, but now that she was asleep I was going to take advantage of the opportunity. I didn’t skulk but walked briskly down to the computer room and boldly opened the door. Not surprisingly, no one was there. The computers were on, as they always were. I had learned that they were kept running so that any attempt to raid the place would allow Annie or either the other guard or I to click the “Delete All” program that would erase everything on the hard drive and write over it. Not that I had any intentions of doing THAT. I sat down after closing the door and started peeking.
There was what I was looking for: Names, Dates, Times, Locations. I opened the internet connection and started copying the files to a secure computer in a secret location. With that information we would be able to close the whole network down.
I was feeling pretty smug when I slipped back out of the computer room. Annie was still asleep I was sure. I had only to sit tight until I could get away and retrieve the information I had sent to the remote computer. A pity that I couldn’t have sent it directly to the FBI or the Agency but if Annie followed it up I needed the trail to lead elsewhere. In this case it would go to a private PC which was now cut-off from the internet. The information there could only be accessed in person, not remotely. I slipped back into bed with Annie and fell asleep.
Two evenings later I escorted Annie downstairs. Just before we got to her computer sanctum we were intercepted by one of the more ugly goons Eliott employed.
“The boss wants ta see ya, Annie.” He looked at me. “And you too Faith.”
Annie nodded and headed for the main room, with me tagging along. When we went into the room I took up a position against the wall while Annie stood in front of Eliott’s huge carved wood desk. They talked quietly while I relaxed, figuring out how I was going to slip away tonight. I did have about 4 or 5 days before the guns and stuff would be moved so O did have a little lee-way but everything was in position. I just needed to get the stuff I have uploaded and turn it in.
Of course, as usually happens in the last 400 odd years, the moment I though everything was gravy was the moment everything fell apart. Suddenly Eliott smiled and loudly said “Thank you Annie. Your loyalty will not go unrepaid.” His eyes raked the whole room. “However liars and traitors will be dealt with as they deserve. Right Faith?”
Okay, I froze. Just for a second but it was enough. I had let my attention slip away from the room and hadn’t noticed the guys had been inching closer. I did throw the first two off and made a break for the door but then something hit me over the head hard enough to stun even me for a minute and they snowed me under. I might be as strong as three men, but not as strong as eight. They pinned me and wrapped a chain around me and locked it. The links were welded and steel tough enough that I couldn’t break them as a lock snapped and I was trussed like a turkey. Which is exactly how I felt.
Eliott grinned and walked over to m. Without a word he slapped me. It probably hurt his hand worse than my face. He barked “I don’t know who you really are, but thanks to Annie I know that you are a fake and a fraud.” He looked at one of the goons who had me trussed up. “Fit her with some nice overshoes and take her for a swim. See if she can break the underwater breath-holding record.”
As the guys dragged me out I saw Annie. Far from looking triumphant, her face was pale and sorrowful. I had dug up a hint of what might be going on but had not had time to check into it. Well, as long as it wasn’t daylight, and praise be they had waited till night, my usual hours, what they intended wasn’t going to stop me from finding out why Annie had turned me in to Eliott. Somehow I knew there was a reason and it wasn’t greed or anything like that.
So anyway, here I was at the bottom of the river. I had asked about the time to determine how much leeway I had to try to get out of my shackles and to a nice dark place before morning. I was pretty sure I was deep enough to that if I didn’t make it before 6:21 AM (an intelligent vampire always keeps herself aware of when the sunrise is going to happen) that I wouldn’t be reduced to drifting ashes. I might be close enough to the surface to be hurt though. Well, that was something I would have to live with, so to speak.
I worked on the chain. I worked on the concrete. Nothing was giving way very quickly. It couldn’t keep me here long enough to starve but I wasn’t going to get out of here in 3 hours. I kept at it, straining my more than human body against the restraints that kept me here. I had pulled one old trick, carefully taking a deep breath so that the chain slackened a bit when I released the air on my way down. Having my lungs fill with water was uncomfortable but hardly life-threatening for me.
Eventually I could see a faint glow through the water. The sun was up. I hadn’t made a lot of progress getting loose. I thought that it would be best if I could see if I could move myself all the way under the barge, where its shadow would cover me.
As I have mentioned elsewhere, being a vampire and staying out of the sun isn’t as easy as “Angel” or “Buffy” makes it seem. You can’t just throw a coat over your head and run around safely. Clothes don’t protect you as well as all that. Indirect sun is a crippler. Staying out of the direct rays generally means you won’t burst into flames, but indirect sun makes me very weak and it hurts like hell. Of course, according to most religions, it’s supposed to, since that’s where I’m headed. I often pray that I’m not.
Speaking of praying, I was doing it. There was enough filtered light I could see vague shapes. Looks like I wasn’t the only one to go swimming down here. What a mess. I wondered if Jimmy Hoffa might be down here. I couldn’t see that well of course, thank goodness it wasn’t that light. It wasn’t far though to the dark line under the barge.
Hopping underwater with your feet in concrete isn’t as easy as it sounds I assure you. Fortunately it worked, although slowly. I was in a bit of a sweat by the time I got into the cool darkness. For once, I blessed the pollution and junk floating in a river as it all helped make it murky down here.
Under the barge I was simply slightly uncomfortable rather than in any real danger. That was good, as it took me most of the next three days to get the chain off. I then used it to break enough concrete to allow me to pull myself up the riverbank and on to the barge. Since dawn was already lighting up the sky I managed to open a hatch and stayed below decks until night fell once more.
I had a lot to do and not as much time as I could have wished. I managed to bum a ride back into the city and went to a safe house that I and only I knew about. From there I made several phone calls. When the most important return one was made, I proceeded to get to where I had a car stored and drove to pick someone up I woke with a 2 AM cell phone call.
I pulled up to the curb at my first destination. I hardly got the doors unlocked when Don jerked open the passenger door and climbed in. His expression was torn between amazement, anger and relief. He proceeded to kiss the fool out of me and then bitched the entire way to our second destination about my carelessness and didn’t I realize what I did to my friends when I pulled stupid stunts and… Well, you get the picture. I was happy to learn he cared that much.
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We parked a couple of blocks away from the brownstone I had been informed held what I was looking for. There was one guard out front. I was all for taking him, as I had a serious need for some violence to fulfill, but Don handled him, probably quieter than I would have, and took his unconscious body into the shadows for later pickup. Then I proceeded to kick the steel door off its hinges and in we went.
I got to relieve my pent up emotions and Don demonstrated his marksmanship. Between us we handled the remaining four guards who stood between us and our goal. There was one more that, alas for him, was turning his gun on his intended victim when I reached that room. He was too frozen in fear at the sight of my face to pull the trigger and then I threw him through the outside brick wall, where he was dangerous to no one except whoever had to eventually scrape him up.
Don, sweeping the entire room as he entered right behind me, lifted an eyebrow at the hole I had made in the wall with the goon’s body.
“Think you used enough dynamite there Butch?” he inquired in a dry voice as he indicated the scattered bricks
I made a determined effort to return my face to normal before I gave him my best scathing look, which affected him none at all. I then turned to the other occupant of the room.
“Robin?” I asked.
“Yes,” the little blonde five year old girl answered. She was terrified and who could blame her? Her eyes lit on Don and the smile he gave her did something that let her know everything was going to be alright.
“Your mommy asked us to come get you.”
She brightened as only a child can. “Am I going to get to see her soon?”
“Very soon. I promise.” Don scooped her up in his arms and we were off. I drove and Don held Robin as though he was never going to let her go. I made a call to have the clowns picked up that we had left behind. Well, one to be vacuumed up. Have I ever mentioned how angry I get at a threat to a child? Okay, perhaps “Homicidally enraged” is a better term.
I insisted that Don sit out the major bust. He didn’t want to, but Robin clung to him and that pretty well took him out of the game. NYPD, Customs, ATF and the FBI hit the warehouses, the ship and the principals’ meeting place all at one time. I went on the last raid, as I had a particular person I needed to see.
Somebody dressed my in body armor and pressed a Sig-Sauer into my hand. I technically know how to use a gun, but felt the safest thing to do was unload it before I waved it around as we stormed the building. We took everyone by surprise, doubly so in the case of the guys who thought they had safely dropped me off the barge. They proceeded to curse each other, and then whimper as Eliott lashed out at them for being double-crossers. I didn’t enlighten anyone on how I had survived.
We all trooped down to One Police Plaza. A whispered word to Robert, who was there of course, saw Annie brought to an interview room where I was waiting. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers when she saw me.
“Faith? Oh my God.” She swallowed, started to say something, and then shut up.
“Kind of a surprise, isn’t it?” I offered to the female hacker. “By the way, my real name is Bridget O’Brien and I’m an agent for the CIA.”
She nodded. Then her self-restraint broke. “I’m so SORRY. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know what they would do, but even if I had, I didn’t have any choice.” The poor girl was babbling. Fortunately, I now knew exactly what her situation was, and I thought I had fixed it. The first part anyway.
“It’s okay Annie.” I took her hand. “I know why you gave me up to Eliott. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“What do you mean,” she whispered. I could tell she was hoping, but hope had not been a part of her life for a long time.
I smiled and pressed the button for the intercom. “Don, would you bring our guest in?”
The door opened and a Don carried Robin into the room. The little girl raised her head from where it had snuggled against the Marine’s shoulder. Her eyes widened and she squealed “Mommy!”
Annie spun around as Don set Robin down and the little tyke scampered forward to throw her arms around the woman, who broke into sobs even as she gathered Robin in her arms. The two clung to each other as Don came to my side and hugged me. Big old softie, I swear he had tears in his eyes. Of course I had to blow my nose as I watched the mother and daughter.
Annie finally managed to turn back to face us, although she never slackened her grip on Robin.
“How did you know?”
“Hey,” I lifted my eyebrows. “I’m a CIA agent; I’m supposed to know these things.” I relented. “Actually a friend of mine with the FBI searched your background at my request. We couldn’t understand why someone with such a fine reputation as your’s would be working for the Mob, much less a terrorist organization. However once he discovered your daughter had not been seen in weeks, her last appearance coinciding with your dropping out of sight, it was easy to put two and two together.”
Since vampires can’t blush, all I had to do was control my body language and pick my words carefully. “The time we spent together showed me that you were under an enormous amount of stress. I felt sure that it had to do with your daughter. So I asked my friend Robert to make finding her a top priority. I don’t know how he managed it, but when I checked in this evening he informed me of her suspected whereabouts. Then all that was left was for Don and me to go get her.”
Annie dashed the tears from her face. “I’m so grateful to you. To both of you.” Don smiled and bowed. “I’m even more thankful that you allowed me this time to be with her before…” her voice faltered before she regained control, “Before you have to take me away.”
“Take you away? I have no idea what you are talking about.” I said with my straightest face. “Didn’t you function as my informant throughout the entire time I was undercover? Didn’t you agree to testify against everyone involved? In fact, didn’t you approach ME with that thought in mind?”
Annie’s mouth dropped open. “But Bridget, I turned you in! I ratted you out. I didn’t have a choice, I was afraid it was some elaborate trick by Eliott, but still, I condemned you to death.”
“I have NO clue what you mean. I’m sure any such allegation from Eliott and his former partners would only be made to try to drag you down with them.” I paused, “You ARE planning on testifying before you disappear into the Witness Protection Program, right?”
She tried not to burst into tears, which she knew would probably upset Robin, who had had enough traumas to last a lifetime already. Instead she simply nodded.
There were more hugs and an introduction to be made. Don was already smitten with Robin and I noted that that attraction seemed to extend to her mom too. As for Annie, I’m sure the previous men in her life had never included someone was honest and caring and honorable as Don. And when Robin stretched out an arm from her mom towards the marine, well, I had to suppress a smile.
I started to take my leave when Annie, without the slightest hesitation, passed Robin back to Don and walked over to me.
“Bridget. How did you survive? They told Eliott they dropped you into the river with cement overshoes and that huge chain wrapped around you.”
“Did they now? I guess it just goes to show you can’t believe everything you hear.” I hugged Annie one more time and left.
Incidentally, it turned out that Annie and Robin didn’t enter the WitSec program after all. However they both got new names after Don married Annie and adopted Robin, the documentation of which was buried so deeply that it could never even be suspected that Robin was not his daughter.
And me? I got several big pats on the back and an all-expenses paid trip on a cruise ship where no doubt everyone expected me to work on my tan or something. Fortunately the “or something” was quite fun once I conquered a slight problem but then I’ve already told that story.
The End
Goody Two-Shoes
I didn’t plan to start college as a virgin.
Actually, I hadn’t planned to finish high school as a virgin. Or to start my senior year as one… But I wasn’t the type of girl that filled guys’ heads with thoughts of sex. More like thoughts of, “Boy, I bet she can help me with my homework!” That’s right: I was a class A, one hundred percent geek.
I wasn’t ugly, at least I didn’t think so. Though there were days I wished I could shave my head instead of fighting with my unruly hair. And I couldn’t wait for the day I could afford contact lenses instead of my stupid round glasses. I had a decent figure, but with the fashion sense of a tree, I had no idea how to dress to accentuate it. Put simply, I was a mess. And so naturally, I started college as a virgin.
I woke up my first morning of college in the same bed I’d slept in for fourteen years. Yep, I was still living with my parents. They were overprotective, which was yet another reason I’d had no opportunity to lose my virginity, and my father had announced a year earlier that he didn’t think I could “handle” dorm life until I was at least twenty. My feeling was that he just wanted to keep me a little girl for a while longer, but I hadn’t argued. I never argued with my parents. Never mind that my older brother Randy had moved into his own apartment at eighteen. He wasn’t me.
My classes were just as boring as my high school ones had been. Day after day was the same thing. Breakfast with my parents, a day of classes that put me to sleep, a few hours at the convenience store where I’d been working since my eighteenth birthday, and back home for supper with my parents. There were cute guys in some of my classes, but none gave me a second glance. Most didn’t even give me a first.
One afternoon, I was alone at work when a creepy-looking guy came in. He looked around the store for a few minutes, then came up to the counter. “Give me what’s in the register,” he said.
“I- what?”
He pulled a knife out of his pocket. “Give me what’s in the fucking register! Now!”
Oh, god! I froze. My boss had drilled it into my head over and over: if someone tries to rob you, give them what they want. But now that it was time to put it into practice, I couldn’t remember what he’d said.
The guy lunged across the counter and held the point of the knife against my throat. “Open the motherfucking register and give me the goddamn money!”
The door opened. “Put the knife away, you moron.”
Startled, the robber jumped off the counter. “You an idiot or something?” he asked the customer. “I have a fucking knife!”
“You have a fucking problem.” The customer held the door open. “Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I think I’m Jay Christian.”
“Shit.” The robber took one last look at me and bolted.
Jay Christian. Object of my first childhood crush. He’d graduated with my brother eight years earlier; they’d been friends until a fight over a girl split them up. Jay’d gotten the girl, as I recalled, along with plenty of others. He’d never paid attention to me, of course; I’d just been the little kid who tried to crash the conversations.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
Now that the danger was over, I fell apart. Huge sobs erupted from my throat; I couldn’t even answer Jay. He came around behind the counter and put his arms around me. “It’s all right,” he said softly. “You’re safe.”
“I- Oh, god, what if you hadn’t come in?” I said. “He was going to stab me!”
“Nah, I know the guy. He’s just a punk. He wouldn’t have done anything; sooner or later someone would have scared him off. Or you’d have smartened up and given him the money like he asked.” He studied me. “You’re Samantha, right? Randy’s sister?”
“Yes.” I backed away from him and grabbed a piece of paper towel. I didn’t really want him seeing me with tears and snot all over my face. “Sorry. I’m not usually like this.”
“I’m sure you’re not usually the victim of an attempted robbery. Where’s your phone?”
“Huh?”
“Phone. So I can call the police? Like I said, I know that guy. One call and he’ll be picked up. You’ll have to file a report and all that, but I’ll stick with you till you’re done.”
“You will?”
Jay laughed. “You ask a lot of questions. Yes, I will. We go back a long way, Sam. Though you definitely have improved since you were nine.”
I decided not to ask what he meant by that. “The phone’s right here.” I picked up the receiver and handed it to him. “I’m going to have to call my boss, too.”
“No problem.” Jay reached in front of me and dialed the phone. He didn’t quite touch me, but he was so close I could feel his body heat. I leaned back. I’d just almost been robbed, for crying out loud! Now was not the time to renew a nine-year-old crush.
The police showed up while I was on the phone with my boss. My boss showed up soon after. I had to go through the whole story over and over while notes were taken and forms were filled out. By the time Randy showed up to give me a ride home from work- my parents, naturally, hadn’t let me get my license yet- I wanted to collapse.
Randy ran into the store. “Sam? What happened?”
“Someone tried to rob the store,” Jay replied. “Fortunately, someone else showed up and scared the creep off.”
“You?” Randy eyed him suspiciously. “Why were you even here?”
“Um, it’s a store. I came in to buy something.” Jay squeezed my hand. “Hang in there, Sam. You did all right tonight. Talk to you soon.” He winked at me and sauntered out.
Randy waited around while the police and my boss finished getting the information they needed, then walked me to his car. “What was that all about with Jay?” he demanded as he drove out of the parking lot.
“What was what all about?”
“Telling you he’d talk to you soon. Why was he even there?”
“Because he saved me from being stabbed!” I turned to stare out the window. “I don’t get why you’ve held a grudge against the guy for so many years, but that doesn’t mean I have to hate him too. If he hadn’t come in when he did, I don’t know what would have happened. And I hope he does talk to me soon.”
“He’s too old for you, Sam.”
“No one’s too old to be a friend.”
“Yeah, and what I know about Jay Christian is he wouldn’t only want to be your friend. The man’s a complete pussy hound, always looking for the next lay. And he’s into some other pretty nasty stuff, too. Drugs, for example. Stay away from him, Sam.”
“He used to be your best friend.”
“Yeah, almost ten years ago. Things change. People change. I mean it, Sam. I’ll talk to Mom and Dad if you don’t promise right now that you’ll stay away from him.”
Typical. Randy was twenty-six years old and still acted like a child. “Do what I say or I’ll tell,” I mocked.
“I’m not messing around, Sam.”
I knew he wasn’t. He was just as overprotective as my parents. “Okay, fine. I promise.”
“Good. See that you keep it.”
“I will, as long as you promise not to tell Mom and Dad what happened tonight. I need to earn my own money, Randy. They’d make me quit the job if they heard about this.”
“I won’t say anything. They need to let you grow up sometime.”
“So do you.”
“Maybe so, but not with Jay Christian.”
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My parents didn’t notice anything unusual when I got home that night, and Randy kept his word to keep his mouth shut. I went to work every day hoping that Jay would come into the store again, but days went by and I didn’t see him.
Then, on an afternoon that I had off, I was walking home and a car stopped beside me. “Hey, Randy’s little sis!” the driver called.
I grinned. That was what Jay had always called me when I was a kid, as though he couldn’t remember my real name. I ran over to the open passenger-side window of the car and leaned in. “Long time no see!”
“Been busy.” Jay pushed the unlock button on his door. “Get in. I’ll give you a ride home.”
I opened the door and got in. Jay pulled away from the curb. “I hope you remember the way,” I said.
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“I do.” Jay looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. “Have you ever thought about getting contacts?”
“All the time. That’s one of the reasons I’m working at the store. My parents won’t buy them for me, so I’m saving up.”
“You’d look good with them. Take off your glasses and let me see.”
I took them off and turned to face him. “Well?”
“Damn, you’ve grown up! You’re a sexy girl, Sam. You definitely need to lose the glasses. And get something done with your hair.”
“Yeah, I wish I could.” I squirmed a little in my seat. Jay Christian was calling me sexy?
“Tell you what. When’s your next day off?”
“Sunday. Why?”
“I know a woman who does an amazing job with makeovers. I’ll take you to see her.”
I wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with Jay Christian. Randy would flip if he knew I was even riding in the guy’s car, never mind thinking about seeing him over the weekend. I didn’t want to say that, though; then I’d really sound like a geek. “I can’t afford a makeover either, Jay.”
“My treat. It’ll be worth it to see how gorgeous you look when she’s done. You aren’t giving yourself enough credit, from the looks of things.”
“I can’t let you do that. Makeovers are expensive.”
“It won’t be that much. The woman owes me some favors. So where should I pick you up Sunday? Somehow I don’t think your house would be the best idea.”
“No, my parents wouldn’t- " I stopped myself. “Meet me at the library.”
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at ten Sunday morning.” He turned the corner onto my street. “And I’ll drop you off here so your parents don’t find out you’ve been riding with an older man.” He winked at me and popped the door lock.
Two days later, I made a vague excuse about homework to my parents and walked the few blocks to the library. Jay was already parked at the curb. “I wondered if you’d actually show up,” he said.
“I can’t turn down a free makeover.” I got into the passenger seat. “Where is this place?”
“Next town over. The woman’s, shall we say, a friend of mine. I’ve already talked to her about you; she’s ready.”
“So am I. I think.”
“You’ll be fine. Wait till you see how hot you look when she’s done with you. You’ll just have to figure out a convincing story for your parents.”
“I’ll think of something.” Though I had no idea how I’d explain a new haircut and makeup. They knew how much I made at the store.
On the drive, neither of us talked much. Being around Jay Christian had always made me a little tongue-tied, and things hadn’t changed. I didn’t even really understand why he was doing this for me. Sure, when he and Randy had been friends, Jay had treated me like I was his own younger sister- and a pest- but after nine years, he had no reason to do anything for me.
We pulled into the driveway of an old, run-down Victorian house. “This is it,” Jay said. “Time for Tillie to work her miracles.”
We were met at the door by a woman in her thirties. Her hair was died white-blonde and stuck up in spikes all over her head. “So this is your new friend, huh, Jay?” she said.
Jay hugged her and kissed her on the lips. I caught a glimpse of her tongue licking his mouth and swallowed a surge of jealousy. “Tillie, this is Samantha St. Pierre,” Jay said. “Sam, this is Tillie Roper. She’ll be your consultant today.”
Tillie laughed. “Consultant, huh? Well, I’ve been called worse. Come on in. Jay, got some movies you might be interested in while I work on your sweetheart here.”
“I’d rather watch her transformation, actually.” Jay hung up his coat. “I want to see every step of what you do to her.”
“I won’t be able to do much while you’re watching.”
“That’s why I’m going to watch.”
I didn’t understand what either of them meant, but I had no problem with Jay staying close while Tillie worked on me. Something about her made me very nervous, and I didn’t want to be alone with her.
She led us into a room that contained a sink, a hairdresser’s chair, and various other styling paraphernalia. “Have a seat, sweetie,” she said to me, gesturing to the chair in front of the sink. “First step is to wash that mop of yours. Then I can see what I have to work with. What am I doing with you, anyway?”
“Making her look like a sexy young woman instead of a little girl,” Jay said.
“If I’m doing that, the clothes and glasses have to go too.”
“We’ll work on that another time. Though if you have a spare outfit lying around that Sam could borrow for the day after her beauty treatment, that would be nice.”
“Uh huh.” Tillie started the water. “I take it you have plans.”
“Oh, I definitely have plans,” Jay said.
His voice hit me in the pit of the stomach. What kind of plans? I was suddenly scared, but also excited. This was the second time Jay had called me sexy. Could he really think that about me?
As Tillie tilted me back in the chair to shampoo my hair, my mind wandered. What if Jay thought I was so beautiful after this that he kissed me? What if he did more than just kiss? Would I let him? Mmm, his arms around me, lips against mine… A tingling began between my legs, and I knew that whatever plans Jay had, I would go along with.
I lost complete track of time while Tillie worked on my hair. When she finally turned me toward a mirror, I didn’t recognize the girl who looked back at me. My long, tousled hair had been cut to shoulder length, layered and smoothed to make me look like a woman in a magazine. Without my glasses, my eyes were visible and beautiful. “Do you like what you see?” Tillie asked.
“It’s wonderful!” I said.
But she wasn’t asking me. Jay stepped beside me and appraised my reflection. “It’s perfect. Now makeup.”
“I never wear makeup,” I said.
“Well, you should start, sweetie,” Tillie said. “It’ll bring out those gorgeous eyes of yours and make your cheeks less pale. Stay right here; I’ll pick out what you need.”
“And get that dress you were going to lend her,” Jay said.
“Did I say I was going to lend her a dress?”
“No, I did.”
Tillie laughed. “You’re going to owe me big-time, Jay.”
“You know I always pay my debts, Tillie.” Jay planted another kiss on her. His hand went to her boob and squeezed it. Again, jealousy surged in me, but I had no right to be jealous. It wasn’t like Jay and I were dating or anything.
Tillie left the room and returned with a makeup case and an emerald green halter dress. The kind of dress I’d never worn. The kind my parents would shoot me for wearing. “Here, put it on before I do your makeup,” Tillie said, holding the dress out to me. “Otherwise you might smudge.”
I took the dress. “Where can I change?”
“Right here,” Jay said.
I stared at him. He had to be joking. He looked back at me with no expression on his face. If he was joking, he was hiding it very well.
“There’s nowhere else for you to change,” Tillie said. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re among friends here. What do you do when you fuck your boyfriend, undress in the dark?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I mumbled. “I never have.”
“You’re a virgin?” Tillie laughed. “Oh, boy, Jay baby, you have your work cut out with this one!”
“Shut up, Tillie.” Jay put his hands on my shoulders. “Do what you’re comfortable with, Sam. If you don’t want to change, don’t. I’d love to see you in this dress, but it’s fine if you’d rather stick with what you had on.”
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“Yes, I will.” Damn it, the woman really rubbed me the wrong way. I turned to face Jay. “Is that what this was all about? The makeover and everything? Because you want to scr- to fuck me?” I used the f-word on purpose, to prove I wasn’t as scared and innocent as they thought.
“Because I think you deserve to look beautiful,” Jay replied. “And yes, because I want to fuck you. If you’ll let me.”
“Aw, that’s got to be the sweetest proposition I’ve ever heard out of your mouth, Jay,” Tillie said. “Where are the roses?”
Jay let go of me and smacked Tillie’s butt. Hard. “I said shut up, Tillie. So help me, if you want what I promised you in return for this, you’d better stop hassling her.”
“Ooh, I think Jay’s after more than just a fuck.” Tillie started sweeping up the hair she’d cut off me. “I guess you don’t need the makeup after all, sweetie. Or the dress. From the sound of things, all you need is a bed.”
“She’ll still need the makeup and dress,” Jay said. “We’re going out to dinner afterward.”
“After what?” I asked.
Tillie rolled her eyes. “You are naïve. After he pops your cherry, sweetie. Haven’t you been paying attention?”
“I think I’d rather take you to my place, actually.” Jay glared at Tillie. “Some people can’t mind their own business. Put the dress back on, Sam. We won’t worry about the makeup today.”
“I’ll do it,” Tillie muttered.
“Then keep your mouth shut.”
I put the dress on again and sat in the chair. Tillie put the makeup on, giving me frequent reminders to hold still. Finally she stepped away and gave me a hand mirror. “What do you think?”
“It looks great. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She helped me out of the chair. “Look, sweetie, no harm meant by the things I said. I just never believed someone your age could be so naïve. Don’t let Jay talk you into anything you don’t want to do, okay?”
“I’m sure he won’t try,” I replied.
Jay grabbed Tillie around the waist and licked her lips. “I’ll come over later this week to pay you for your work,” he said. “Thanks.”
Tillie groped the front of his pants. “Thank you, baby.”
Walking to the car, Jay put his arm around me. “Sorry about that, Sam,” he said. “Tillie’s a little outspoken sometimes.”
“It’s okay,” I said. We got into the car. “Are you going to… do you fuck her?”
“Yeah.” Jay sounded matter-of-fact. “She’s not a girlfriend or anything like that. We just hook up once in a while. There are a few women like that in my life. Does it bother you?”
“It bothers me that you and she kissed and groped like that in front of me right after you asked if you could fuck me.”
“It doesn’t mean anything with Tillie. It’s just a good time.” He put his hand on my leg. “With you, it will mean something, Sam. You were always so sweet when you were a kid. I used to joke with Randy that I wished you were a few years older. I’m glad I walked into that store the other night and found you there. I’d like to see more of you. Not just for fucking, though I do hope that’ll be part of it.”
“But you’re still going to be with Tillie and the other women you mentioned.”
“Yeah, I probably will. I don’t do the monogamy thing, Sam. You don’t have to either, of course.”
“I’m still a virgin, and you’re already talking about me doing it with other people?” I did not like the way this conversation was going. “What kind of person do you think I am?”
“I think you’re a woman, and I think you’re going to enjoy what we’re planning to do when we get to my place.” He put his hand on my leg. “Sam, don’t get upset. We don’t have to do anything at all. I could take you home right now, and we can just forget it. You don’t owe me a thing. I’m glad I contributed to your new look, and I hope you and I can be friends.” He slid his hand toward my crotch, pushing up the hem of the dress. “But I hope we can be more.”
His hand had the same effect it had had at Tillie’s. I wanted to lose my virginity, and I wanted Jay to be the one to take it, no matter what- or who- else he did. Talk about seeing other people could wait; right then, all I cared about was finishing what we’d started. “All right,” I said. “For today, at least.”
We got to his apartment building and went inside. Jay’s studio apartment was on the top floor, with a great view and modern furnishings. “This place is beautiful,” I said.
“Yeah. I make a decent living.”
I remembered what Randy had said about Jay being into drugs, and wondered if that was the kind of living he meant. But I pushed the thought away. “That’s good.”
I stood in the middle of the floor, not sure what to do. Jay put his arms around me. “How far have you gone before?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever had oral sex?”
“No.” I wasn’t completely sure how it worked, other than descriptions I’d heard in the locker room.
“Have you ever touched a guy’s cock? Or had a guy put his finger inside you?”
“No. I told you, I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
“Have you ever had a guy’s tongue in your mouth?”
“No.” I was ashamed to admit that I’d never even had a basic French kiss.
Jay smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. This is going to be more fun than I thought, that’s all. This is how you kiss.”
He pressed his lips against mine. After a moment, his tongue found its way into my mouth. I moved my tongue against his, hoping I wasn’t making too much of a fool of myself. After a few moments, Jay broke the kiss. “Damn, Sam, for someone who says she’s never done that before, you’re very good at it!”
“Thanks. It was nice.”
“More than just nice.” He brought my hand to the bulge at the front of his pants. “Feel how hard my cock is?” he said. “That’s from that kiss, Sam. You did that to me.”
“Can I see it?”
“Of course you can. But only if I get to see you again. Take off the dress.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I pulled off the dress and carefully set it on a chair. Jay took off his clothes and stood in front of me. For the first time in my life, I was seeing a naked man. And he looked fucking hot!
“Take off your panties, babe,” he said. “If I’m naked, it’s only fair that you should be.”
I took off my underwear and held my breath. Would Jay like what he saw? He ran a finger through the curls of my pussy hair. I shivered as his touch brought more wetness. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman who didn’t shave down here,” he said. “I’ll show you how to shave, but for today I think I like you this way.” His finger slid lower and touched a spot that made me gasp. “Do you ever play with your clit?” he asked.
“No.” I’d put my finger inside myself a few times, but I hadn’t even realized I had this little nub that Jay was touching. “I think I’m going to start, though.”
“Sit down,” he said.
I sat on the couch. He knelt between my legs. “I was going to have you play with me and suck me, but I think I’d rather do this this time,” he said. “I’m going to eat your cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you. If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
I shook my head. “Don’t stop. But can I touch your- your cock before you fuck me?”
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“Sure, babe.” He stood up. His shaft stood up against his belly. It looked around seven inches long, and seemed too thick to fit in me. I tentatively reached out and stroked it with my fingertips. “You don’t have to be so gentle with it, Sam.” Jay took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. “That’s the way. Squeeze it. Move your hand up and down.”
I did as he said, and was rewarded with a moan. “That feels so good, Sam,” he said. “Do you like doing it?”
I liked the reaction I was getting from him. I felt powerful knowing that my touch turned him on as much as his did to me. “Yes, I like it.”
“Good.” He took my wrist and pulled my hand away. “That’s enough. I want to taste that cunt of yours.”
A shiver of excitement went through me at his use of that word. I’d been taught that it was the worst word anyone could use, but it aroused me to hear it from Jay. “Go ahead,” I told him.
He knelt again and bent toward me. At first just his tongue touched my clit, then he sucked on it. “Jay!” I cried.
As he continued to tongue and suck my clit, something built in me. Then he slid his tongue inside me, and I exploded, crying out with no words. He looked up at me and smiled. “Is that the first time you’ve ever cum?” he asked.
I nodded. I wasn’t sure I could catch my breath enough to speak. Finally, I said, “That was unbelievable! I never knew it would feel so good!”
“And that was just my tongue.” He stood and pulled me to my feet. “Your first time should be on a nice, comfy bed. Are you ready for my cock?”
I was so wet, I could feel it on the insides of my thighs. “Yes, I think so. If you’re sure your cock will fit.”
He laughed. “Your cunt will stretch, Sam. That’s how it works. It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but then you’ll get used to it, I promise. Lie down.”
I lay on my back on his bed. He took a small packet out of the drawer of his nightstand. “I assume you aren’t on birth control, so a condom’s needed.” He put the condom on and lay on top of me. “I won’t lie to you, Sam. This is going to hurt at first. But if you relax, it’ll be easier, and I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
“Okay.” I shifted beneath him. “I’m ready.”
He pushed his cock partway into me. I gasped as my pussy stretched to adjust. He lay still for a moment, then thrust hard. I felt a sharp, tearing pain and realized he was all the way inside me. I was no longer a virgin.
Tears came to my eyes from the pain. Gently, Jay brushed them away. “Are you all right?” he asked.
I nodded. “It hurt, but it doesn’t as much now.”
“Good.” He slowly moved in and out. “How does that feel?”
“Amazing!”
“I agree.”
He picked up the pace. Soon I felt another orgasm building. “Jay, I think I’m going to cum again!”
“Do it, babe. Let me feel your cunt on my cock when you cum. And then I’ll cum too.” He lowered his voice. “Cum for me, Sam.”
And I did, my pussy contracting, squeezing his cock. Jay grunted and lay still. “Fuck, Sam, that was one of the best fucks I’ve had lately,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“Sore, but soooo good,” I replied.
“The soreness will let up.” He kissed me softly, tenderly on the lips and moved off me. “I definitely want to see you again, Sam, but right now I’d better get you home. Get dressed.”
“Oh, my gosh! Jay, we left my other clothes at Tillie’s!”
“Then I guess you’ll have to hope your parents aren’t home, or figure out a way to explain it all to them.” He grinned. “That’s if they even recognize you. Go ahead and put that dress back on. I won’t rip it off you this time.”
We dressed, and he drove me to the corner of my street. Before I got out of the car, he pulled me close and kissed me. “I’ll see you soon, Sam,” he said. “That’s a promise.”
“How will you get in touch with me? You don’t have my phone number, do you?”
“No, but I have ways.” He unlocked the doors. “See you around.”
I got out of the car and watched as he drove away. Then I headed down the street to my house, walking slowly because of the soreness between my legs. I couldn’t wait to see Jay again.
The End