His pace quickens and he swivels his hips, pounds them against me while growling into my ear. One last smooth thrust, and it's his turn to shudder. His legs extend behind him, taut with his outburst. His toes dig into the carpet as he forces himself as deep inside as he can get. My head tips back and his mouth latches onto my throat, biting and sucking. He rears back, thrusts in jerks, and “Oh’s”. I love the sounds he’s making; they thrill me, and I rise up to clutch his chest, pressing my face into the hollow of his neck so I can feel them rumble through me, pushing me up and over again.
We roll onto the bed together, and he reaches across me to pull the comforter down around us. He embraces me with it, resting his cheek against my hair and catching his breath.
“Helluva frequent flyer reward, Em.”
I giggle. “Better start saving up those miles again.” His penis twitches beneath my trailing fingers, and I gasp in surprise when he rolls me onto my back.
“We’ve got ten hours before the flight home, missy. I reckon by that time, you’ll owe me.”
Money Shot
In Penelope’s line of work, it’s all business. Nothing like a little of the past to get inthe way.
Pen mashed the pedal to the floorboards and leaned forward as if to help thewaffling engine kick into gear.
“Come on. Come oooooon!”
The piece of shit Duster gathered itself up and shot into the night. Sucking hercigarette down to the filter, Pen scanned the darkened expanse of Southwestern desert.
She flipped the butt out the window and watched the sparks bounce and fly in herrearview mirror. No flashing lights back there, but it could be just a matter of time.
“Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit, shit! ”Her fingers alternated between drumming the steering wheel and raking throughher hair. She flicked her gaze to the mirror again, and she found comfort in theglowing yellow lines that disappeared into the darkness.
She groped around on the dash for a hair tie, and propped her knee against thewheel while she used both hands to peel her curls from her face. After, she settled backinto the seat, hooked her wrist over the top of the steering wheel, and eased intoautopilot.
Another day in paradise.
***
A lumbering, clanging garbage truck woke Pen early. She stretched languidly and dove back under the covers. Her hands traveled up the muscular legs next to her, until they reached the prize. Pen grabbed hold of Brian’s testicles and pumped her fingers, squeezing and releasing as she slurped the end of his shaft into her mouth. He smelled of sex and sleepy sweat, and tasted salty sweet. A sharp intake of breath sounded from somewhere above the blankets, followed by soft grunts and a yawn. Just as she was hitting a good rhythm, the phone rang.
Pen groaned, flipped back the covers and grabbed the handset. She pressed the buttons two and three at a time until it stopped trilling, and fumbled it to the side of her head.
There was no, “Hello, how are you?” Just, “Got a job for ya, Peanut,” followed by instructions. She scrubbed her face with the back of her hand and scrambled for a pencil and scrap of paper.
Thirty minutes later, freshly showered and coffee in hand, Pen sat on her kitchen counter and deciphered her notes. She blew the steam off the top of her cup to clear the view. She couldn’t decide how she felt. The mark was worth enough, and she’d definitely earn her money-and it wasn’t like she had a choice or anything. At least she wouldn’t have to waste time learning his moves. The only trouble was, he was just as familiar with hers.
“Shit.” She crumpled the scrap of paper and tossed it into the garbage disposal.
An hour later, she chucked her bag of tools into the trunk of her car, which left her forty-five minutes to get across town and check in before heading out. She flipped open her phone and thumbed her brother’s number on the speed dial. “Hey, Matty. Can I use your garage? Cool. You got a car for me? Thanks. I just gotta make a stop. Then I’ll swing by. Be there in about an hour.”
She dropped the phone on the seat and swung onto the freeway. Thirty minutes later, she pulled up in front of a squat cement building in the center of a block of warehouses.
Pausing for a deep breath, Pen thought about the crap she was about to take. She stepped out and slammed the car door. Avoiding the oil spotted gravel, she double checked the address, and pounded on the steel door. Two short hits, then she yanked at the handle. Clarence peered at her from around the doorframe of what must have been an office at one time, just off to the right. His glare turned to a chuckle and a nod of recognition.
“Hey there, Penelope. How’s tricks, kid?”
She gave him a sarcastic sneer in reply. Clarence was pure ‘old-school’, and he firmly believed bending over in back alleys was the only place for women in the ‘business’. He’d made his opinion crystal clear from day one. But over time, she’d made her bones and earned a little begrudging respect from the guy.
“Nothin’ doin’, Clarence. Shit don’t pay enough.” Pen briefly squeezed his arm on her way past. Clarence pivoted his considerable bulk and matched her stride down the dim hallway.
“Yeah, I guess no matter how you slice it, though, they’re fucked when you’re through with ’em, huh?”
Pen had to laugh at that one. She pulled herself together just in time to knock on the very last door.
Hollow wood muffled the “Yeah!”, but she heard it and took her cue to enter. As soon as she was on the other side of the threshold, Clarence leaned in, grasped the doorknob in his meaty fist and gently shut the door behind her.
Even in these utilitarian surroundings, Hector was slicked back and dressed to the nines, not a strand of his salt and pepper hair out of place. The reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose were endearing, but did nothing to lessen the power of his presence. Pen leaned back against the door and waited quietly for him to finish what he was doing. Calmly, he made a final slash with his pen and peered over his glasses.
“You can sit, you know.” He spoke with the air of someone who is accustomed to being the voice of reason. He gestured to one of the ratty chairs in front of the metal desk, and swiveled to deposit his paperwork into a file cabinet to his right. “I apologize for the seedy location, but I’ve got some matters to attend, and as the old saying goes, never shit where you eat.” He paused and looked at her again, removing the half moon lenses from his face. “So, how’s my Peanut today? Are you ready for this?” Pen sighed and moved to the chair, flopping down like an obstinate child. “Just gotta test me, dontcha, Hector?”
Hector chuckled softly. “Yes, Peanut, I do. You’re welcome.” He leaned back in his chair and regarded her for a moment. “Believe me, this job is warranted. If it tests your loyalty, then that’s icing on the cake.” Hector punctuated this last comment by leaning forward again and laying his elbows on the creaky desk.
Pen examined her cuticles. “Loyalty, huh?” Hector didn’t take the bait. He’d known her too long for that.
“Peanut, I love you too much to let you blow this. And I respect you enough not to bring up all I’ve done for you since I yanked your scrawny ass off the streets.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Subtle, Hector.”
He chuckled. The sarcasm bounced right off him. “It’s time for you to get going. Just another job, kid. Big bucks this time, too; Platinum Bones…yeah.” He let the last word roll off his tongue and fade. He shook his head slowly, no doubt remembering the hit that had taken him into the six-figure bracket.
“Yeah well, Boss, I should probably get to it, huh?” Pen cringed on the inside, trying to belie the trepidation that rippled through her. He only chuckled at her again and tossed a legal-sized envelope on the blotter.
“There you go, Peanut. See ya on the other side.” With that, he turned back to the open file drawer and began walking his fingers across the letter tabs. He glanced at her one last time, and she took her cue to leave, swiping the package off the desk in passing.
“See ya, Hector.”
She exchange
d parting nods with Clarence on the way out. The second she had her car door shut, she ran her thumbnail along the top fold of the envelope. Inside were photos- very funny, Boss- an address and an itinerary. She tossed it on the seat next to her phone and cranked the engine. She wanted more than anything to spit gravel at that faded little building, but she refrained for composure’s sake.
Within twenty minutes, she rolled into her brother’s shop yard. A pair of grungy hounds trotted up to her door and snuffled at the window. They left smears and smudges in their drool-soaked excitement.
“All right, guys. Jeez. Gimme a minute to get out of the car!” The big boys backed up and rested on their haunches while she squeezed through the generous space they offered. Pen smiled at their goofy grins. “Hey, boys.” She walked between them, scruffing them each on the head as she went.
Matty came out of the shop, grease rag flopping between his hands. “Hey, Sis.” He tilted his head and squinted at her through the midday glare. She and Matty had the same brown eyes. Their blue-eyed dad always said, ‘ Just shows how full of shit you twoare. Just like your fuckin’ mother!
“Whatcha got for me?” Her baby brother always had a spare vehicle sitting around.
Disposable, as they say.
He smirked. “A Duster. Straight outta seventy-two. Heh. No balls, either. Hope you don’t get sloppy.” He held out the keys with two fingers.
Pen crossed arms and glared at him.
He snatched the keys back and grinned. “Alright, I messed with it a little bit. It’ll get you out of a jam, I’m pretty sure.” He turned and ambled towards the far end of the garage. “But you know, if you don’t want it…” His laughter followed him around the corner.
Pen grabbed her stuff out of her car and hauled it around the corner of the building.
She found Matty standing next to the ugliest shade of yellow she’d ever laid eyes on, offset horrifically by a tattered, once-white ragtop.
“Laugh it up, little man. Your time’s coming.”
Matty tipped his head back with an appreciative laugh. “Yeah, Pen. Keep telling yourself that.”
Pen swiped the keys from his upturned palm and stretched to give him a peck on the cheek. She stuffed some bills into his shirt pocket. “See ya, bud.”
“Take it easy, Sis.” He closed her door and stepped back, and Pen pulled away.
***
Jason leaned into the girl he had pinned against the wall in the back room of the bar.
He braced himself, then pulled her legs up around his hips. He reached between them, nudged the little swatch of fabric to the side, and sunk his fingers into her. She was on fire for him, or maybe it was the bourbon that had her all lubed up. Either way, it worked out in his favor. He always got hot before a job.
“Oh, God, Anthony! Oh!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips around his Adam’s apple. Jason fumbled with his button and zipper, pried his rigid shaft from behind his briefs and slung the waistband beneath his sack. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, but she grabbed his hand before he could tear the package open. Her look smoldered.
“Let me do it,” she whispered, and sunk down to her knees. She opened the packet with her teeth, put the condom in her open mouth and grasped his prick with both hands. Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly drew the tip into her mouth and pushed down, her lips taut and unrolling the thin sheath over his dick. When she reached capacity, she swallowed once, throat constricting around him, and he groaned and pulled her up, not willing to wait another second.
She swung around and leaned her forearms against the wall. Her ass shoved against him. He grasped her hips and drove it home in one thrust, holding there, feeling his pubic hair press against her sticky flesh while he regained control. The heat was intense, and she clenched around him like a vice.
“Fuck me, Anthony! Please fuck me!” She wiggled her hips and ground against him.
With a half-groan, half-growl, he pulled back and poised to slam into her again. She whimpered and tilted her pussy towards him, and Jason began pounding. She cried out through clenched teeth and arched her back. Her head dropped, her mouth opened wide, and she shuddered and slowed their rhythm, switching to long, slow gliding strokes up and down his cock, squeezing him until he thought he would pop.
Not. Just. Yet… he chanted as she rode him harder. She grabbed her own tits and squeezed with more force than he would have done.
The sounds of a commotion in the front of the bar filtered back to Jason’s consciousness. “Ah, good to see you, sir! The usual, then, is it?” The bartender had given the cue. Jason pumped faster until the friction made him explode. He grunted into the back of her neck, and bit and sucked and gushed.
His spent cock slipped out and hung limp and soggy over his briefs. She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply, then touched his lips and eased around the doorframe into the ladies room, wiggling her mini skirt back down around her thighs.
Jason hit the men’s room, flushed the condom and cleaned up a little, splashed water on his face. He snuck a peek at the front room and slid through the greasy door into the alley behind the bar. Releasing a breath, he picked through the scattered garbage and retrieved a silenced pistol and a small device he’d stashed earlier. He shoved the weapon in the waistband of his jeans, then-device in hand and hand in pants pocket-he strolled casually out of the alley and into the street.
When he made it to the other side, he continued on a block, then pressed a tiny button on the device. The windows of the bar exploded onto the sidewalk. He jumped at the sound, turned and trotted back to the scene, and blended in with the crowd that was already gathering.
Scanning the onlookers, he selected a bland, polyester clad woman and moved to her side. “What’s going on?” he inquired casually.
The woman’s gaze wavered only momentarily in his direction. “Well, I couldn’t say, but it looks like a fire or something. Something sure made a noise! Didja hear that?” She swung her mousy head in his direction. “BOOM! Just like that! I saw the whole thing, you know. I was standing in that window, right up there.” Her stubby finger prodded the air towards the opposite side of the street. “I’m lucky it didn’t explode all over me!” She smelled ready for picking. He just had to determine which approach to use. After studying her movements for a few minutes, he was ready to launch into his act, though the very idea left a bitter taste on the back of his tongue.
“Say, um…you wouldn’t by chance… Oh, never mind.” He shook his head and chuckled to himself, sheepishly looking away at the fire.
“What? I’m not going anywhere with you, mister! What do you think this is, a singles’ joint? We’re in the middle of the street watching a burning building, for Pete’s Sake!”
He put his hands up defensively. “Oh, no! No, no. I mean… I wouldn’t dream of… I would never be so forward. Sorry. I was just going to ask if you had a cell phone. Mine’s dead.” He watched all the tumblers click into place in her eyes. Surprise…good.
Realization…yes. Aaannnnd…mortification. Her eyes widened and a flush rose from her throat to flood her cheeks. There ya go, sweety.
She took a step back and tittered. “Oh, sorry. I guess I…” She struggled for grace-saving words. “I don’t have a cell, but you can use my phone upstairs if it’s local.” She nodded her head towards the window. He imagined the gun going off in her face. Click,click, boom.
“Really? I mean, are you sure? I’d really appreciate it, but you know…” She waved him on. “Don’t be silly. Besides, the street’s full of cops right now. How safe can a girl get?” She half smiled, the irony of her statement flashing in her eyes for a split second before it was dismissed with a blink. “Come on, I’ve got to get back up there anyway. My kitty’s probably going crazy by himself.” Jason gave her his most earnest smile. “Wow, you really are nice. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.” Phase Two. “I have to call my girlfriend and let her know something’s up, or she’ll have my ski
n when I get home.” He looked at the ground as he walked. “She’s funny like that, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I love her so much, but…” He sighed almost too heavily and glanced up at her on the stairs. “Sorry. You don’t even know me. What do you care?”
“Oh, no! I mean, please, if you need to get something off your chest, then who better than a new acquaintance? I have no idea who you’re talking about, right? So I’m safe for venting. Go ahead. I don’t mind.” She smiled softly and waited for him to catch up to her on the landing. She gained a new level of enthusiasm with each flight of stairs, until they finally reached her floor. “Oh, I am so sorry! I never got your name! I can hardly let someone into my home before I even know his name, now can I? My name’s Gail, by the way.”
Resting her back against the door jam, she extended a small hand towards him.
Jason gave the hand a limp pump. “I’m Derrick. Nice to meet you, Gail.” He shuddered inside as his palm slipped against hers. She already felt like a corpse-greasy, sagging skin, no muscle tone, and cool to the touch. He resisted the urge to rub his hand on his shirt.
Gail beamed at him and turned toward the door. “Pardon the mess, Derrick. I wasn’t expecting company, of course.” The door opened immediately into a tired, mud-toned living room, all long and narrow. Thirty-year-old furniture in various stages of collapse lined the walls. Jason watched Gail shove a pile of semi-folded laundry to the side of the couch. “Have a seat, I’ll go grab the phone from the kitchen. You want me to get you something to drink while I’m in there?”
Jason scanned the room, his gaze landing on the window. He stepped to it and peered out at the rapidly dwindling chaos below. This’ll do nicely.
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