by Liz Thomas
Kips cock grew hard again at hearing that. He grabbed her hand and put it on his still stiffening dick.
“Oh, good. Put it in me!” Annie cried.
Kip rolled over and spread her legs wide with his hands and slipped his stiff meat in her already drenched pussy again. He plowed into her like that until he brought her off again. And then again. Before he finally shot his load a second time, Annie had cum 3 more times.
He collapsed on the bed next to her. Annie was well and fully reamed and did not move.
They lay side by side breathing hard for several minutes. Then Annie leaned over and kissed him.
“You know, I am spent,” she said, “but if you want to later you are more than welcome to you know. I’ll take whatever you want to do to me. I’m in a willing mood.”
Kip felt another pang in his cock when she said that. But he would need more time to recover from the last orgasm. “You know, I just might take you up on that offer.”
“Good,” Annie said. “And, Kip, I mean anything.”
Kip could not wait until his cock would obey again.
They both slept until two in the afternoon. Kip woke to the banging on the door again just as he had the day before. He knew it would be Jacky.
Fuck, Jacky! He thought. He slipped away from Annie, who still dozed, slipped on his PJ bottoms and he went to the door. He opened it and walked away, expecting Jack to walk in behind him. Jack didn’t follow.
He turned around and found two police officers standing there. Kip immediately looked down at his swollen shoulder with the deep cut prominent and scabbed.
“Kip Jones?” one of the cops said.
“Uh, yeah, that would be me.” Kip answered.
“I am afraid that we’re going to need you to answer some questions.”
Kip looked at them both and smiled. “Yeah, I’ve been getting a lot of that lately.”
Chapter Two
Kip paced the floor in front of the two officers. Kip was nervous, which was very unlike him. Annie stood aside and watched with curiosity. She hadn’t seen him the least bit nervous yet. And, frankly, she did not understand why this would have made him nervous at all. He got shot. He chose not to go to the hospital. She could think of no law against that. The shooter got away. There were plenty of witnesses to the event. She couldn’t see how Kip should be in any trouble at all. So why would this normally controlled, confident, remarkable man be nervous about being questioned by the two policemen? For his part, Kip knew this could bring his entire fabricated persona crashing down around him.
No, there would be no financial or legal ramifications, but Kip never worried about such things anyway. He was worried about his past coming to light, and so much pain and drama being revisited. He knew that there was no way he could lie while trying to explain his wound, which was clearly visible to the cops. All he could do was continue his carefree cockiness about the event. Like he had with Annie. Brush it off, as if it were no big deal. Which to him, it really wasn’t. But he knew from experience that cops were savvy, and would be hard pressed to believe such an attitude. But then, Kip was a rock star. He had that going for him.
Wait, what am I worrying about, here? Kip finally came to realize. Even of this doesn’t go well, I can afford to handle it. I can hire the best attorney’s in the world, and let them keep this whole affair tied up in court for the rest of my life, if that’s what it takes.
But Kip knew, again from experience, that it would not take an entire lifetime to solve this minor situation. No one was hurt except him, and there really was nothing else to be done about it. A few questions, and send them on their way. As soon as Kip thought this threw while he paced, he calmed and his demeanor became more relaxed. Annie saw the transformation, and took note of it. She cocked her head to the side, trying to make sense of it. Yes, a very remarkable man, Kip is.
“Look, officer, Capuli, was it? Sir, I spent 12 years in the Marine Corps, I have been shot before, several times actually. And I have treated more wounds than Marcus Welby MD.”
The two cops looked at each other, not getting the reference. Kip saw their questioning looks and explained.
“An old TV show about a doctor. Anyway, I took full stock of my wound and knew it was not serious. When I came to my senses, the shooter had disappeared. I am not too keen on dramatic publicity,” and Kip looked down, thinking how strange that must sound coming from a rocker. “Off stage, that is. There really was nothing else to be done. I helped Ms. Beecher here up, and we carried on with our… date.” Kip winked in her direction. Not a single lie was told there.
Annie shifted her beautiful eyes from the two cops to Kip, and gave him a questioning smile. Date? How did that become a date? Have I ever been on a date so full of excitement? No, I am sure I haven’t.
“Look,” the one who called himself officer Capuli said, “Mr. Jones, you can’t just leave the scene of a shooting, especially when you’re the one who was shot.”
Kip shook his head in mock confusion, narrowing his eyes at the cop. “Why?” he asked.
“Well, uh,” The cop started.
“Is there a law against being shot?” Kip asked.
The two law enforcement officers looked at each other. One of them, the one who was not Capuli, raised his eyebrows at the other. He was the one who so far had not said a word. Capuli shrugged.
“No?” Kip asked. Annie saw that he was a genius at controlling a situation. She thought for sure that there were laws against leaving the scene of a crime. At least, she thought it would apply here, but she was not lawyer. But the two cops never said anything about it.
Kip spread his arms. “Am I under arrest?” he asked.
“No. No you’re not, Mr. Jones.” Capuli answered. “We just want more info. Why did this man want you dead?”
Kip shrugged. “I refused him an autograph?” Kip said. It’s as good a reason as any I can think of.
It wasn’t that Kip wasn’t mildly curious about it, it’s just that gunfire and being shot and hurt was such old hat to him. While some may lay awake at night worrying about finances or even where their next meal was, Kip’s life experience had made him hard and cold to worrying about anything. And it was true that his experience in the mid-east had made any risk to his life as normal as getting up and deciding what to eat for breakfast. That is, if Kip actually ever got up in time to eat breakfast.
“Gentlemen,” Kip said to them. “I’ve got a busy day.” Annie looked at him then. This was the first lie she heard him tell. She knew for a fact that Kip did not have a damn thing to do today. “So, if I am not under arrest…”
Capuli pointed to his shoulder, which was clean, but still red and swollen. “I highly recommend you get that looked at by a doctor, Mr. Jones.”
“It’s Kip, officer Capuli,” he said, “and I’ll go get it looked as if it looks like it might be getting infected.”
The two cops looked at one another again. Capuli closed his little notebook that he took from his breast pocket. “Okay,” he said. “There is nothing more we need, then. Have a great day, Mr…. Kip.”
Kip followed the two cops to the door and showed them to the hall, giving a quick wave before the door closed. When he turned around, his eyes fell upon Annie, show stood leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom, her arms crossed.
“What?” Kip asked.
“Kip,” Annie said. “Getting shot is not a normal occurrence, even if you might think so. It’s just not.”
Kip shrugged.
“I don’t understand your reluctance to getting police help. Or, for God’s sake, a doctor’s help. This is not a war zone. This is New York City.”
Kip cocked his head. “Everywhere is a war zone, Annie.”
Annie pursed her lips. “Alright, Kip. Whatever you say. All I am saying is, I just don’t understand.”
Kip walked to her and put his arms around her. “Well, you will. Like I told you last night, I’ll tell you everything. Even my biggest secrets.” He said
to her.
“When?” Annie asked, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re so busy today.”
Kip smiled. “You know as well as I do I have nothing planned today except spend it with you and working on the book.”
“So you told two lies to the police?” Annie asked.
“Two? No, just that one.” Kip said.
“No, you told another, too.”
“What other lie?” Kip asked.
Annie shoved herself off of the door jam and uncrossed her arms. “The one about us being on a date.”
Kip looked at her questioningly.
“That was no date, Kip. You found me by chance at the bar. Real dates are planned,” Annie said.
“Ah.” Kip said. “That lie.”
“Yes, that lie.”
Kip smiled. “Okay Annie. So, if I take you on a real date, will that make you happy?”
“Well, Kip, you did screw me last night like I’ve never been screwed before,” she said. “And I broke my rule about dating rock stars.”
“Your fake rule,” Kip corrected her. Annie smiled. God, she is beautiful. “And besides, you broke your fake rule, Annie, not me. I just participated. But I’ll tell you what. I am a traditionalist. I slept with you before I even took you on a real date. And I know I owe you one. So let’s go.”
“What? Now?” Annie asked.
“Yeah, Now. What, you’re busy?” Kip asked sarcastically.
Annie crossed her arms again.
Annie adjusted the Sennheiser earphones on her head again, and the helicopter lifted off from the ground. Kip gave her a quick smile. Annie gripped the arms of the bucket chair she sat in. Her knuckles turned white. She could hear the sound of the engine through her headphones, but mostly she just heard static and the perfectly timed beep of the sound system. Kip adjusted his microphone and spoke into it.
“So, is this the first time you’ve flown?” Kip asked through the static.
Annie blushed. “Not the first time I’ve flown. But the first time it has been in something without wings. Never been in a helicopter before.” She spoke loudly. Trying to be heard over the roar of the engine, which was just over her head.
“You don’t have to yell, Annie,” Kip said. “Try to relax. I can hear just fine over the headphones. Just enjoy the view!”
Annie tried to smile. “Not the idea I had when it came to a date!” Annie said again, too loud.
“Believe me you’re never going to forget this date.” Kip said into his mic.
Annie nodded and tried to smile again then she looked out of the window at her side, and took in the landscape growing ever smaller below her. She’d seem New York City before from the window of an airplane, but never like this, she had to admit, despite her anxiousness.
“Hanging By The Moment” By Lifehouse
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She let the hum of the engine over her head vibrate inside, until she was able to push it back, so that now the hiss in the headphones was the prominent noise in her ears. The helicopter engine was now just a droll beat in her skull and spine. She took another deep breath and picked up the scent of leather polish, no doubt used on the luxurious seats they were now sitting in. Then she noticed a faint hint of Kip’s cologne he’d put on earlier before they left the hotel room. It was drizzling rain when they left the hotel and waited for the taxi, soaking them, so Annie was surprised to still be able to smell it on him. She breathed deeper.
Then she opened her eyes to find him looking into them. He had a slight grin on his face. He nodded to her and raised his eyebrows questioningly. “That better?” echoed into her ears.
Annie smiled and nodded back, and then she turned and looked out of the window. Mist was collecting on the glass, and when it ran down it made tracks, distorting the view. But what a view it was. They had taken off from atop the McNamara building. The entire roof was a heliport for Sampson Flight, Inc. The company offered tours over the city or you could charter a flight to anywhere in New England. Annie was amazed at how quickly Kip was able to get reservations and get them both on board. In fact, she wasn’t really sure he made reservations. She didn’t remember seeing him on the phone at all since he’d decided to take her out on a real date. A quick shower for each of them and they were out the door. Yet, when they’d arrived, he simply went to the desk and talked to the woman behind it. Within minutes, they were on the helicopter and buckling up while the engine whirled to life. Amazingly efficient.
Annie watched as the lights of the city grew smaller and yet larger all at the same time. The city was huge. And the higher they ascended, the more could be taken in. The traffic below showed as white lights and red lights. Annie was amazed at how crowded the streets really were in New York when viewed from above like this, especially since she knew no one who drove. It made her world seem so small.
They rose past larger buildings and Annie could spy into windows if she looked quickly enough. She could get quick glimpses of people living out their lives over the greatest city on the world. She was amused at how normal it all looked in the inside when outside was absolute chaos. She turned back and gave a quick smile at Kip, who was watching her rather than the world outside the helicopter.
“This is amazing!” she said, still too loudly into her mic.
Kip nodded. “Isn’t it though?” He reached across and put his hand over hers while it rested on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt. She put her other hand atop his, then turned her gaze back out of the window.
They were now high above the highest buildings, and the view of the entire city was before her. At least as far as she could see in the light rain that still fell in scattered areas across the horizon. The sun was setting and the sky was turning a light pink to the west. The entire Manhattan skyline was looming before her under that glowing sky. The buildings were almost a perfect backdrop to the amazing view.
Kip pointed out of the window. “That is where the World Trade Centers used to stand,” He said.
Annie had seen the view in pictures taken before the terror attacks a million times before, so it was still hard for her to accept that something as stalwart and permanent as those two towers could just not be there. But the lights were lit around ground zero, giving her the apparition of the towers that she had seen before from the ground, but never from the air. She was haunted by the surreal image of ghost buildings in the middle of Manhattan.
Kip could see the look on her face when she scanned the missing towers. He knew the look and the feeling she was experiencing because he had had the same emotion when he first saw it from the air. He squeezed her hand and gave her another tight lipped smile.
Just as he did the helicopter twisted and banked and the captain’s voice broke in over the Sennheiser’s. “I think you’ll like this,” the voice said, and Annie saw the pilot turn his head around ahead of them and smile at them both from behind his microphone. “Port side view,” he added.
Kip and Annie both shifted in their seats and looked out of the opposite window. They were approaching the stature of liberty. The patina of the resolute lady was darker than the flame and so was half obscured by the weather, but the flame was outstandingly brilliant, lit by the hundreds of lights that flanked it. The gleaming twenty four karat gold looked as if it was really burning, guiding ships into the bay of Manhattan. Annie had only seen her from Manhattan. She’d never even made the trip to Ellis Island, although it was on her list of things to do. Now here she was looping around eyeball to eyeball with the great lady.
“I’ve never, I mean, I’ve never been so close…” Annie started to say.
“I know,” Kip smiled. “It really takes your breath away. I remember the first time I saw it like this. It…”
“When was that?” Annie interrupted.
“Oh, I guess I was what, nine I think.” Kip answered. “I fell in love with this country at that moment. There are a lot of great places on earth, and I have seen most of them in person. But nothing like this. Only in Amer
ica can we build cities like this.”
Annie smiled at him, shrugged. “Mexico city is bigger,” she said.
“Yeah, but not as grand,” Kip replied quickly. “Nobody can build like we do, because we have it all here. We’re a melting pot. The best craftsman, engineers and thinkers from all over the world are here in America. And why? Because they want to come here. Because they think this is the best place on earth. And they are right.”
Kip looked out across the water again toward the ghost buildings of light shining straight up from ground zero. “And I hate to see it threatened, or under attack from within.”
“So, is that why you became a Marine?” Annie asked him.
“Damn right. Two days after the attacks on September eleven, I went down and enlisted.”
Annie examined Kips face, looking for bullshit. But there was none. Kip was a genuine as they come, she could see that in him.
“Kip, were you wealthy before that? Before you enlisted?” She asked.
Kip shrugged. “My father was.” He looked down at his feet on the carpeted floor boards. Annie could tell this was a topic best left for later, but a topic to be explored just the same. There was clearly an issue between Kip and his father. And it would have to be an important part of the book. Annie was now in work mode, despite the amazing view and the great time she was having with this remarkable man. She could not help it. It’s just how she was. She decided to try another approach.
“What was it like, Kip? Being a Marine?” she asked him, squeezing his hand.
“The good parts? Or the bad parts?” He asked her back.
“Were their bad parts?”
Kip nodded. Dumb question.
“Then all of the parts. Good and bad.”
Kip held still and looked her in the eye then he let his eyes wander over the cabin thinking. Kip unbuckled and leaned forward in the seat, speaking to the pilot without using the mic. The pilot pulled one headphone to the side and listened. Then he nodded and Kip sat back down proper and buckled up again.
“Okay, Annie, here is what it is like. Take right now, for example. Seeing things in ways you never have before. Going places and doing things you never thought you would do. Even the hard work was enjoyable. Like you, getting over the fear of taking off in this thing. It was hard, right? But not overwhelmingly so, and you knew there would be an amazing payoff to it, right?”
