7PM - Ed & Hannah (A 5PM Short Story)

by Chris Heinicke

  I put the laptop into sleep mode and tried concentrating on the TV show in front of me while my brain ran around in circles a hundred miles an hour. One tiny slip in this mission could see me kicked from the police force at the very least if things went pear-shaped. Or even worse, the mission could kill me.

  I decided maybe a glass of wine might relax me. My unit was an open living plan, so the kitchen was located in plain view only a few feet away from where I sat. Peeling myself from the couch, I directed my path to the pantry in search of a bottle of red. It was only 7PM, but I was already settled in for the night in my long t-shirt, wearing nothing underneath. Many nights were spent sleeping on the couch, the glaring light of the TV my only companion.

  I selected a bottle of one of my favourite low-priced cabernet sauvignons and thought about grabbing a glass when I heard a knock on the door. Only new to this place due to my assignment, I wondered who could be visiting me.

  The bottle still in my hand, I looked through the peephole and saw a handsome man in a white shirt and jeans, and within a couple of seconds, I recognised him as the man I had been recently partnered up with.

  “Hi, Ed. What brings you here?” I smiled as I opened the door.

  He looked me up and down, my hair flowing just past my shoulders, free of the constraints I usually placed it in for work.

  “Have you eaten yet?” He proffered a brown paper bag, fumes escaping and whetting my appetite. He looked at the bottle in my hand. “I love a good red.”

  “I’ll get plates and glasses.” I turned my back on him and fetched the required items from the kitchen. Following a few feet behind me, he detoured to the small dining table.

  “I just wanted to come see you, talk about what went down today. I couldn’t say it earlier, but I respect the choices you made out there. I’ve always wanted to do something like that, end the miserable lives of a pair of drug addicted, welfare sucking losers.”

  “It felt good.” I smiled back at him from behind the kitchen counter, pouring two generous glasses of wine and searching desperately for two matching plates. Part of my act involved separating my emotions from this façade I was portraying to this potential corrupt cop.

  He emptied the contents of the brown paper bag, revealing a container of rice as well as two other containers. “Lemon chicken—your favourite.”

  One question cops don’t ask each other is how they know something. “You know it.” I walked to the table and placed a glass of wine and a plate in front of him.

  “Thanks, Hannah,” he said, and brought the glass to his lips, taking a long gulp.

  I took the seat opposite him and piled the lemon chicken onto my empty plate. I hadn’t realised how hungry I felt until I smelled the food he delivered.

  “You need to take better care of yourself. I get the impression you wouldn’t have eaten if I hadn’t come.”

  “I would have scrounged something up, but thanks for coming over. I’m new here in this neighbourhood.”

  He looked me up and down again. “Hard to believe you’d be alone.”

  I did a great job at faking embarrassment and looked down at the floor. Feeling vulnerable wearing just a long shirt, I sensed his eyes on me, as if he had superpowers to know of my nudity beneath the lone garment. After a few seconds, I looked up again and into his eyes. “I’m not one to settle down.”

  We each emptied our glasses only to refill them again. I felt sure of where the night would go and would bring out another bottle if I had to. He gulped his food, washing it down with the second glass of wine.

  “This is a great drop, Hannah. I think I’ll need to stock up on some.”

  “I have more, Ed. Give me a minute.” I smiled at him as I dismounted from my chair, allowing my shirt to ride up to my upper thigh.

  My mind and body were feeling the early effects of the wine, my steps a little less steady than before the impromptu dinner date. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Ed walking towards me, and I made sure to bend over in full view to him to reach a wine bottle, allowing the shirt to ride up my hips.

  “Looks like you forgot to put something on,” Ed said. A hand touched my exposed ass, and I sensed him standing close to me.

  “You always touch your new partners like this?” I turned my head a little to display a smile full of mischief.

  “Only when they show me a beautiful ass such as that. You’re not exactly trying to hide it from me.”

  I stood up straight again and faced him square on. “Don’t you think this will make our working together awkward?”

  “Maybe,” he said. His hands reached out and travelled to the hem of my shirt, lifting it inch by inch. I felt his eyes staring at my pussy displayed to his leering sight, and I made sure to remember I needed to display no inhibitions while on this assignment. His hands continued their upward journey, and I lifted my arms. The shirt soon became separated from my body and thrown to the floor. I stood completely naked in front of him.

  “Well, this isn’t fair. You’ve got all your clothes on.” I stepped close to him and did the same with his shirt as he had done to mine. His upper body was a remarkable sight.

  I placed my hands on his biceps, gently kneading the strong muscles before sliding my hands down to his chest, running my fingertips across his hardened nipples. I slid my hands down to his abs, the texture of the ridges so tight that I doubted a baseball bat could damage him through his armour of muscular corrugations. My hands failed to find a part of him not firm and travelled down to below his navel. I didn’t know if I should do this, have sex with someone I might need to bring down. But my mind was on the bigger picture, knowing I needed to do everything I could to gain his trust. And besides, he was so fucking hot, and the wine amplified my desire to feel every inch of him.

  He pulled me against him, and he leant down to kiss me on the lips. With our mouths pressed together, we exchanged the lingering taste of wine on our tongues. I could feel myself getting wet and mentally commanded my hands to travel to the button of his jeans, freeing it before lowering the zipper. In one swift movement, I pulled his jeans and briefs to the floor and then cupped his erection in my hands.

  His hands came at me, one scooping below my leg at the knee, the other finding the moist area of my center. A finger gently parted my sensitive lips and soon, explored the very essence of my sex.

  I pulled him closer to me, the tip of his cock very near my welcoming entrance, urging him to begin an authorised admittance inside me. I closed my eyes as he thrust himself inside me, my back leaning against the open pantry. Him filling me nicely, I allowed my body and soul full immersion to the moment, forgetting everything else that existed outside of this sexual encounter.

  I moaned with every pumping movement, the delight increasing the longer he fucked me. My back arched and I reached for the upper shelf behind me to stabilise my stance before becoming weakened in ecstasy.

  “Sorry, Hannah,” Ed said, withdrawing from me and shooting his load onto my belly. I looked down as the warm fluid sprayed me. Then I reached down to pump as much as I could from him before he was totally spent.

  I stepped back from him and looked at the mess he had made. “Well, I’m gonna have a rinse, and you’ve had too much to drink to drive home, so I’ll meet you in my bedroom.”

  “Okay. I have to show you something tomorrow, so we’ll need to get up early.”

  “Sounds like fun,” I said and smiled while putting a finger in the puddle he made in my navel. I then brought my finger to my lips and licked it. He looked back at me in shock, which was nowhere near as much as I felt for doing such a dirty thing.

  Chapter 3 — Ed

  I couldn’t believe things had happened so quickly with Hannah. I took a big gamble making an unannounced visit, and I couldn’t work out whether she was really easy, highly attracted to me, or just trying to gain my trust.

  I had to admit she was great in the bedroom—and the kitchen, even the shower. It was the first time I had been with a woman for
a few months, apart from my regular interludes with Hayley. I felt it necessary to get her to feel close to me so she might blow her cover if she was, in fact, trying to work against me.

  I woke up to the sound of my alarm at 6AM, Hannah’s naked body lying close to me. We had to be at the station at eight, but I had a phone call to make which could change all the plans for the day.

  “Oh, geez. It’s that time already,” Hannah said looking at her clock after my alarm woke her. She smiled at me and felt around between my legs. “Can’t we just have another fifteen minutes in bed?”

  “I have a lot of stuff to do before work, like calling into my place on the way.”

  She pushed off the sheet and commenced climbing on top of me. “Something better to do than this?”

  My body failed to respond to the excitement she expected of me. I needed one of my pills, the ones left in the bathroom of my temporary apartment. “How about later, Hannah. I’d love to, but I think you wore me out last night.”

  All of my secrets would be exposed to her soon enough if I received authorisation to bring her in. Including the one about my preferred sexual tastes. I did have a plan for her, and my hope was my superiors could agree with where she would fit in with an upcoming mission. The first moment I saw her, I knew she would be the perfect fit, unlike our African assassin, Nakato.

  I quickly threw my clothes on, trying to ignore the show she was putting on for me on her bed, staring at me while touching herself. How the hell could any mortal man keep up with her sexual appetite?

  “If you could stop masturbating for a second and listen to me, that’d be great.”

  “Fine.” She covered herself with the sheet.

  “How serious are you about ridding the world of a little more scum?”

  “I’m extremely serious. You saw how much I enjoyed putting those scumbags down at that house. You think you can get me more of that action?”

  “I know I can.” I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. “I’ll call you soon.”

  ******

  I made sure she wasn’t following as I drove away from her house and travelled for another ten minutes before finding somewhere suitable to pull over and make a call. It had been quite a few years since I graduated from the academy, but I was lucky enough to keep a youthful look about me and pass as a fresh rookie when the occasion called for it. The next assignment would require me to do exactly that—appear to be the younger officer in the partnership with Hannah in a more active role than I was used to playing.

  People with money had a way of finding us, and this next mission would involve a few of us to play our parts in a big conspiracy against a real estate agent in this city. It was quite an elaborate show this woman wanted our organisation to put on, and she’d even requested to be the one to fire the fatal bullet. It wasn’t something we normally allowed, but a million dollars convinced our superiors to operate outside of our normal practices.

  “Sir, I think this new partner of mine might be able to fill in that last role. She’s a natural blonde and a dirty slut and doesn’t mind taking out the trash,” I said into my burner phone.

  “You’ve only known her a day. How can you be sure you can trust her?”

  “She’s more than willing to jump into bed with a guy she’s only known for a few hours, so I have no doubt she can fulfil the sexual part of the role we need. And I don’t have any other female contacts on the force anymore. If she turns on us, I’ll shoot her.”

  There was a long pause in the conversation, but time had taught me not to try to push the man into an answer. Cars drove past on their usual early morning routes as I patiently sat in the carpark outside of a supermarket making the phone call. I quite often watched normal citizens of the towns and cities I was stationed in. I would wonder how boring their lives might be, working for unappreciative bosses who paid them less than their worth, all while I got to act a part of a cop, have sex with many people of both genders, make lots of money and kill people on occasion.

  “Okay, Ed, but this is on you to fix if it goes pear shaped.”

  “Don’t I always fix things, boss?”

  The last part of the sentence was spoken into a phone with no one listening. I felt no surprise. He knew the answer, but he never vocalised how much of an asset I was. But I had gotten what I wanted from the conversation. Then my phone rang again.

  “I cleaned up that mess. What happened to you last night?” Bjorn asked on the other end of the line.

  “Slept with a woman who I need for the next mission. And what’s it to you? You trying to be my dad?”

  “No one knew where you were, Ed. Please, just be careful with this woman. She’s a cop, like you.”

  “I doubt very much she’s a cop in the same mould as I am. Just relax. I got this, Bjorn.” I cut his call and thumped the seat next to me. He and I had always had a thing going, but I knew he preferred women, unlike me. That had never been a problem for me, though, having not had a relationship since I was a teenager. Even Hayley and I were only there for each other for fun.

  I sat for a few more minutes and threw around ideas about how to bring Hannah in, as it was way too early to take her to the compound. I checked my phone for inspiration. I found a name and called the number.

  “Emily, I need you to set up the meeting room at the gym. I’ll call my sister and get her to bring a man.”

  “Sounds interesting, Ed. What have you got going on now?”

  “A potential member for our 5PM mission. We might have to kill her after the mission, just in case, but I need to make sure she has the stomach for it. You won’t like her—she’s as sexy as you are.”

  “I highly doubt it, Ed. You know how much of a freak I am in bed.”

  I laughed out loud. “Well, I didn’t try everything with her that we did together.” My experience with Emily had been quite intriguing, and like she said, she definitely was a freak between the sheets.

  “I’ll have the room set up. You just arrange who’ll be in attendance.

  ******

  “Wow, look at this line-up. Not so sure I have the energy for this,” the man in the business suit said. “But no offence, I’m not into dudes.”

  I winked back at him. As promised, Emily had set the room up with a queen-sized bed, complete with black satin sheets and pillows with red pillow cases. Hayley wore her blonde bob wig and a white singlet top and short black skirt. Emily stood by the door in business attire. She worked at the gym as the manager and wanted to make sure the whole place was vacated except for a select few I wanted in attendance.

  Brittany stood in a corner biting her fingernails, which I put down to the fact I had Hannah with me, dressed in her police uniform. I wore the same outfit I’d had on since first arriving at Hannah’s place the night before.

  “How about you start with me,” Hayley said. She pulled her top over her head and pointed to the bed.

  The man did as told, keeping his eyes glued to the pair of breasts barely contained in the lacy white bra supporting them.

  Hayley and I had grown up together as teenagers. Her mother had married my father, and we used to sneak into each other’s rooms quite often at night. We were each other’s first sexual encounter. I still found her a turn-on, she being the only female I had feelings for like that. It had taken me some time to adjust to her fucking men other than me, but it had become kind of necessary for her job, and at least, when we do get together, things turn out better for me than these other guys.

  The man in the room stripped down to his briefs and looked around awkwardly at the rest of us.

  “Yes, we’re going to watch you,” I said to him as his eyes met mine. Reading his expression, I could feel his nervousness, fearing that I’d want to have a go at him. “Don’t worry, I’m not into pompous old businessman types.”

  Hayley looked my way as she straddled the man, and smiled as her bra came off, revealing the best pair of tits I had ever seen. Everyone else in the room stared on as she fished his cock
out from his briefs, massaging it before shifting herself on top of him, the actual penetration hidden by the skirt she kept on.

  A stiffness grew in my own pants, my mind wishing I was in the man’s position as Hayley’s tits bounced around when she arched her back and bobbed up and down. I’d been inside countless times, so I knew how much he was enjoying it.

  Hannah stood watching on as the only person in the room not knowing the final part of the act. If she were in shock of our voyeuristic entertainment, I couldn’t see it on her face. The man screwed his face up and let out a big groan, and Hayley bounced a few more times before dismounting.

  He let out a few deep breaths and looked at Brittany. “I’m going to need a few minutes.”

  Hayley walked from the bed to a cabinet. “You won’t need a few minutes,” she said and revealed the gun she fetched from the cabinet.

  “Hey, what the fuck?” The man sat up before Hayley fired just once, hitting him between the eyes. His lifeless body collapsed on the bed, and Emily rushed over to wrap him up in the sheets.

  I looked at Hannah. She turned to me and said, “Well, I guess he didn’t see that coming.”

  “No, he didn’t.” My eyes took in the rushing and tidying motions of the women in the room as the corpse was wrapped and taken away while Hayley put a new set of sheets and pillows on the bed. I knew the next part to come, and a few minutes later, the room appeared as it had when Hannah and I first entered. “And I bet YOU didn’t see this coming,” I pointed at the door.

  Nakato entered arm in arm with another businessman type, smiling just as the last guy had when first seeing the women in the room. Looking through at Hannah, Nakato nudged the next victim forward and said to Hannah, “Your turn.”

  Chapter 4 — Hannah

  When I first took on the assignment, I asked myself how far I could go. Could I cross that line if it came down to it? The line separating black and white swallowed so much of each shade I couldn’t see anything but grey, and all I could do was work out which part of the grey I felt comfortable existing in.