by Gage Grayson
I always get what I want. It’s part of who I am. I’m stealthy, and I’m good at virtually everything I do―cracking codes, lying my way out…
And getting away with it.
I take a seat on the cold, steel bench and think about my options. Jail is not one of them. I don’t intend on staying here for long.
I don’t have any friends, and I don’t have any family. The only people I commune with are my hacking community, and that’s online. I don’t have a computer to contact any of them.
But like I said, I’ve been in this situation before, and I’ve gotten out just fine. I’ve even hacked into the system and wiped my record clean. No one knows a damn thing about me being in jail before. It’s part of my finely-honed skills.
My head is dizzy, and my body aches. Drinking too much will fucking do that to you. I just wish I was at my favorite diner and not locked up in this hell hole.
Before I have long to commiserate and to determine my next course of action, the policeman approaches the bars.
“Listen, girl, someone is looking for you.”
I freeze. I can’t think of anyone with a good reason to visit me in jail, or anyone that would care that I’m here. That means it must be bad.
Well, whoever he is, he’s here. There’s no escape, not right now.
He walks up to the bars of my cell, and when I look up to meet his eyes, I realize he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
Who the hell is this guy?
He’s standing on the other side of the bars, and I’m already intrigued. Not that he has to know. I have a thing for sexy guys like this one. Not that he has to know that, either.
“Hi,” he says in a sulky, silken voice. Fuck me. “My name is Marcus Layman, and I’m your ticket to freedom.”
For a moment, I’m in a daze just looking into his handsome face. And then I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Hi,” I say carefully. “And how might I help you?”
He stares at me with stern eyes, and I imagine he’s wondering how I can be so arrogant when I’m the one behind bars. Guy doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.
“I’m personnel sent by a non-government organization. I want to help you because I think that what you do as an activist is the same as what we stand for.”
“Is that so?” I say, taking in the fact that he just said activist.
So this guy has seen my page. It’s a front, of course. Technically, I am an activist of sorts since I steal from the rich and give to the poor, but I doubt that’s the kind of thing his NGO is into.
Nope, he and his little org probably fell for the environmentalist thing. They all do.
“Go on,” I say.
“We’re willing to bail you out once I make sure that you’re…trustworthy. We need more people like you out on the streets, fighting for what’s right.”
He’s got some balls, this one. No one talks to me like that. He wants to make sure I’m trustworthy? I need to make sure he’s trustworthy.
I grab the bars with my hands and lean in close so that I can talk to him without that lazy policeman listening.
Marcus leans in as well. He’s so close that I can smell the musk of his cologne. Know what makes me wetter than handsome hunks?
Handsome hunks who smell fucking good.
“So…you guys want to help me?”
“We think you could be really valuable to us,” he says, his gray eyes revealing nothing of the truth.
I don’t know who this guy really is, why he’s here, and why he’s taken an interest in me. Who does he really work for? Is he telling the truth?
These are questions I’m not sure I’m willing to stick around to get to the bottom of. You see, I have my own life to lead.
“Is that right?” I say. “Well, I am valuable. So I’m glad you see that about me.”
I decide it’s time to have a little fun with this one. He’s too hot not to.
This guy Marcus is probably used to having his way all the time. He’s probably used to having women fall at his feet left and right. It comes with the territory of being so handsome.
But I’m just not like that. I plan on showing him a little lesson on how things really stand.
“But the thing is…” I say breathily, “I’m just not interested.”
I start to squeeze and caress my breasts in front of him. “I don’t want to be associated with your organization, Marcus. But I might be interested in…something else.”
What I say and what I’m doing seems to light a fire within him. I see his gray eyes start to dance.
He watches me squeeze my tits over the starchy jail uniform. I pull the shirt up to reveal my taut stomach, and I pull his hand through the bars so he can feel my smooth skin.
He’s staring at me with smoky eyes. His breath is ragged.
I can tell he wants me.
And I want him, too.
I pull my pants down from the side to reveal my thong, and Marcus’s eyes go even darker.
I slide my hand inside my pants and start to stroke myself, all while keeping a steady gaze on him.
I imagine it’s him down there, eating me out. I imagine it’s him in here with me and he fucks me against the steel bench.
I imagine his cock is fucking huge, and I imagine I take it all down my throat. I imagine a lot of things about Marcus. That’s how goddamn gorgeous he is.
Rarely does any man catch my attention like this. I wouldn’t say I’m jaded, but I’m definitely guarded. I don’t let anybody into my life.
He’s leaning in so close between the bars that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I pull my lips up close to his, but we don’t quite touch. I moan gently enough so that the guard doesn’t hear as I twirl my fingers around my clit.
It feels so good and being this close to Marcus makes it happen all too quickly: I come so hard that I’m shaking, juice dripping down my thighs.
I glance behind Marcus and notice that the policeman has left. Grinning, I take my shaking fingers out of my pants and rub my essence all over my lips. “Now let me wrap these around your cock.”
I feel through the bars that he’s hard for me. And yes, his cock matches the stature. It’s fucking huge, just as I suspected.
He grunts in lieu of an answer.
Can’t admit how much he wants me, huh? I think, smirking inwardly.
In any case, I’ve got him right where I want him. It’s a scene like no other, and I can tell I Marcus really has the hots for me.
He shuts his eyes as he pulls out his cock so that I can suck it.
Poor Marcus, that the policeman on duty was so brilliantly lazy, he left a guest in the presence of a prisoner alone. I mean, who does that?
And more importantly, who leaves bobby pins in a prisoner’s hair?
Picking the lock with no one noticing was easy enough.
Stealing Marcus’ wallet while he was distracted? Not so much.
But maybe by the time I’ve slipped past the guards, he’ll have realized his pockets are empty. Quite unlike the way I’m leaving his balls.
4
Marcus
What the fuck?
There I was, expecting warm lips wrapped around my throbbing cock from between the bars of a jail cell, but when I open my eyes...she’s just vanished. Like fucking Houdini.
And I’m left standing by the bars with my cock out, on full display, looking like a goddamn idiot.
Her little display behind bars was all an act to get out of here. And I fell for it. You know why?
Because this girl is fucking hot.
She’s long and lean and has pouty lips like you wouldn’t believe. I find myself imagining them around my cock even now.
I don’t normally want a woman like this. Maybe she’s gotten under my skin so quickly because she’s presented a challenge―and I fucking love a challenge.
Well, she may have tried to humiliate me, but little does she know that she can’t get away with little antics like that. I’ll make her pay.
I have to breathe and calm myself down enough so I don’t walk out of here rocking a hard-on. Once that’s accomplished, I finally approach the policeman.
“Where the hell did she go?” I demand.
This is ultimately his fault. What kind of guard lets his criminal escape? How did she even do it?
Lucky her, I came along to be the pawn in her little game. I wonder what she would’ve done if I hadn’t come along?
I realize now that she’s not just some typical hacker, like I was led to believe. No, she’s good. And that makes it even more of a challenge.
Katy doesn’t know what she just started―a fire in me that won’t be extinguished until I have her handcuffed to my bed.
“She’s gone?” the officer says with exasperation.
“Yes, you didn’t even notice? Some guard you are,” I growl as I storm out of the building.
I’ll leave them to look for her their way. My way is much more efficient.
I have a line of private investigators ready to work on this case. I’m gonna make sure they find her no matter what. She may have escaped jail, but she’ll never escape me.
My original agenda may have been to find out for myself what her plans were for my bank, but it’s not just about that anymore. Now, I also want to make her pay for leaving me exposed at the police station.
I storm out of the place and into my Mercedes. I immediately make a call to my main man.
“Hey, Mark, yeah, I have a job for you. There’s this girl named Katy. She’s a hacker. And I need you to find her. Get all your men on it.”
“Okay, boss, no problem,” Mark says over the phone. “She’s the one you mentioned earlier, yeah? I’m downloading her credentials right now. And I have to say…there’s not a lot on her to go on.”
“Of course there’s not, Mark. She’s a fucking hacker. She’s probably wiped her records clean. She just escaped from jail right under my nose. This girl is good―and that’s why I need you to find her no matter what,” I say, pissed that I have to spell it out for him.
“Okay, alright. No problem. We’re on it,” he says, trying to placate me.
I slam the phone down on my dashboard and drive slowly around the darkened streets. A part of me is looking for her. Maybe she’s hiding somewhere, or maybe she’s escaped by now, far on down the road.
All I know is that I want to see her. She’s permanently etched into my subconscious, and I won’t be happy until I have her in a position to submit. I will make her submit. She’s out of control, and I’m just the person who needs to rein her in.
I drive slowly through alleyways shrouded in shadow, and I look at all the streets surrounding the police station. I know I won’t find her, but I need to try.
I have to know where she went. Luckily, my entire investigative team is on it. She’ll be found soon enough.
I turn my Mercedes around and go home to my penthouse. Only then can I brood in silence.
Once I’m settled back home, I think about calling on one of the women I have on speed dial. I have any number of gorgeous beauties ready to come over for a quick fuck―but suddenly I find myself thinking only about Katy.
I want more.
I stalk and pace around my penthouse. I have the entire top floor of my own skyscraper all to myself. Maybe if Katie saw this, she’d have a little more respect for my authority.
To be fair, I did pretend to be some stupid NGO worker. Not that I think she believed that for a second.
I imagine she lives in some rat hole of an apartment. I imagine her place is littered with old Chinese food and clothes on the floor. It would be typical of the hacker lifestyle, wouldn’t it?
Suddenly, I want her to see me in all my glory. I want her to see how much money I have and how powerful I am. I want her to know that I can and will dominate her.
I go to the bar to make myself a stiff drink. I need it after a night like this. No girl has ever gotten me as hot as she did.
And she did it all from within a jail cell.
I take my drink and go out to the terrace where I can look at the night sky and think about what to do. The scotch goes down smooth, just the way I like it.
At last, my investigators call. Impressive. It only took them a couple hours to find her.
Mark says, “We have her location, boss. She’s at a diner downtown.”
He gives me the name, and I rush off immediately―alone, even though they offer to accompany me.
I get back into my Mercedes and speed downtown as fast as possible. I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want her to slip through my fingers once again.
This time, I’m not going to be the one surprised.
I get to the place and park a little ways down the street. I walk the block up to the diner, and I see her through the window. She’s eating alone, just looking around. She’s trying to be invisible to the crowd.
In fact…she is invisible to the crowd. How the hell is no one paying her any attention? The girl is fucking gorgeous, I’ll give her that. Who could not notice her?
So this is her talent on full display, huh? She’s in stealth mode, and she’s fucking good. Again.
Too bad for her. She may be invisible to everyone else, but not to me.
And I’m about to teach her a long overdue lesson.
5
Katy
I’m finally in my happy place.
The burger I’m eating cures my hangover more than anything else ever could.
I love it when I find places like this: nondescript, crowded, fast-moving. It’s perfect for going incognito.
A few bread crumbs fall on my shirt, and I wipe them away. Can’t get new clothes dirty this quickly.
I used the cash in Marcus’s wallet to buy this new outfit. I’ll admit they looked at me pretty funny in the store, dressed in my prison clothes. But I got in and out quickly.
Now I’m in my trademark black-on-black outfit. I look like myself again.
I run my fingers through my messy, chopped hair and think about what luck I’ve had to escape prison once again.
I suppose it was a stroke of luck that led that guy Marcus to the prison cell. Thanks to him, I have new clothes and a burger―oh, and I’m a free woman.
The thing that continues to intrigue me about Marcus is that he’s as hard to read as I am. There was nothing in his wallet besides cash. No card, no ID of any sort, not even a business card of the NGO he works for.
As I sit in the back of the diner drinking hot coffee to further heal my tired body, I think about Marcus and how the hell he could’ve located me in prison.
I’m normally very careful with my movements. I’m not easy to find. Except that I do have an activist page―that stupid front―which is seemingly how he got a hold of me.
And yet I wonder how he found me all the way in jail.
Did their NGO keep tabs on people who publicly call themselves activists? It’s possible. And it doesn’t matter me as much as I thought it would. As long as they stay away from now on, that is.
Sighing, I dig into my food quickly. It’s been a rough day. I need fuel for my depleted system.
I like this diner, and I’m gonna be sad to never set foot in it ever again. I don’t normally eat at places more than two times in a row, but the burger in this place is so good that my mouth was practically watering at the thought of it.
I knew I had to eat here at least once more before I start looking for another haunt.
Being constantly on the run and undercover is what keeps me safe, after all. No one ever finds me.
That is, until I see him.
Shit.
Marcus is walking into the diner.
Shit.
I realize I’ve made a mistake by coming here. Good job, Katy. You just had to get the goddamn burger.
A clusterfuck of emotions build inside me.
First, I feel…regretful that we never got to finish what we started in the jail cell. I don’t know much about the man, but fuck, is he
gorgeous. Truth is, I’d let him take me in a prison cell any day―as long as I got out afterwards, of course.
Two, I’m a little sheepish, seeing as how I left him…hanging. Like, literally. Hanging. Hung. You know.
And three, I’m pissed at myself. I’ve been careless, and now I’ve been found.
Shit.
And yet…watching Marcus saunter towards my table, I have to admit I’m really, really smitten at how good-looking he is. He’s like a model snatched from the front page of a fashion magazine. I almost forget he’s practically stalking me.
Almost.
He slides comfortably into the seat in front of me.
A flashback of the scene in jail where I was teasing him starts to flood my mind.
Ah, shit, I can already feel the familiar wetness in between my legs at seeing Marcus up close. I cross my legs quickly.
“Hi there. Long time no see.” I smile sweetly at him.
He smirks. “You’re a hard woman to find.”
“Usually happens if a person doesn’t want to be found. Took you all of two hours, though.”
Marcus grins. Of course, even his teeth are perfect. Typical.
“So what are you doing here?” I say, sipping my coffee, as if I could care less that this golden god is sitting before me.
“Once again, I’m here to reiterate the fact that we want you to join us in our organization―”
“Heh. Listen―”
“―we can help you. Don’t refuse so quickly, Katy. You don’t have many options in the world, I think. You need the support.”
I don’t know what this guy thinks he’s talking about, but I definitely don’t need support. I’m a lone wolf―and I like it that way.
“Okay, listen: you really shouldn’t have made it all the way down here just to tell me that. Because, really. I don’t need your organization. And I certainly don’t want anything to do with it.” I look him square in the eye. “It is never gonna happen.”
I gather my things and get up to leave. He doesn’t stop me.
I walk out of the diner and don’t look back, although instinct tells me to see if he’s watching me go.
