I pull off the freeway and step on the gas. I weave through the traffic and turn into one of the back streets. I slink into the driver's seat and peer from the rear-view mirror. The red car drives past, and I can see it was Molly who was driving.
I make my way up to Tina's apartment and open the door. I see she has not returned home. I stand peering from the window to the street. Molly and her car pass slowly.
"Jesus, she is over the top."
The door opens, and Tina walks in. "What are you looking at?" she asks.
"Can you believe it? I have a stalker," I say.
"Where?"
Tina stands beside me, and we watch the street. There is no sign of Molly again.
"She has gone for now, thank God."
"How do you know she is stalking you?" Tina asks.
"She was all over me at the gym, rubbing her hands up my chest, and she was waiting for me by the exit," I say. "And then, she followed me, but I hid in the back alley."
"You will have to be careful, these stalkers can get a bit possessive," Tina explains.
"I know, I have seen them on the TV."
"Well, for now, it looks like you are safe," Tina says, kissing my cheek.
"I am freaked out. It is evident she is going to go back to the gym again."
Tina smiles. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, it would be like my mom taking me to school."
"Maybe I can just come a couple of times, that might be enough to scare her off," Tina says.
"That could work, but not tomorrow, that is too obvious," I reply, feeling slightly sick in the stomach that she would… follow me. Fuck.
I step away from the window and sit in the comfort of the armchair. I look at Tina, she is busy preparing dinner in the kitchen area.
"How did your meetings go today?" I ask.
"Well, the old club has been gutted, but it looks like the new club will be awesome."
"To be honest, it would be a shame to stop doing what you are good at," I say.
"You mean fucking or managing the fucking?" She laughs.
"You have a real insight to what men desire," I reply, trying to be serious.
"I do have that knack, don't I?"
"Well you definitely know what buttons to push on me," I say.
Tina laughs. "It might be you, pushing my buttons. I like that, Orlando."
“I can do that.”
Tina
“Stories can be exhausting.”
It was a big day. It was the day of my debriefing. I had to meet them at an undisclosed location, this would be messaged to me when they had arrived.
I sat at home running through my story. I had to make sure that the girls would not come to any harm and they could live happy lives with their guys.
I stare at the cell phone on the table. The minutes tick by. I feel nervous. I know the panel of commanders can push you to your limits to get all the information from you; it could be like you had done something wrong and you were being questioned in court.
The cell phone buzzed. I picked it up and looked at the message. “Hotel Forza, Penthouse Suite. Two PM.”
This was it. There was no ducking away from this. What they say goes.
The Hotel Forza was just on the outskirts of the city. It was well known for hosting conventions and corporate events. A few more guys in dark suits would not attract any undue attention. I step inside the reception, and I can already see it is a business hotel. No plush furnishings, or soft seats. It was more like a waiting area at an airport. Black, chrome, and wood were the choices for all of the decor. Walls were off-white. The hotel had no personality, it was cold and clinical, but it was good at what it did.
I walk to the reception desk.
"Can I help you, Ma'am," the girl says.
"The Penthouse Suite, I have a meeting," I reply. I’m wearing pinstripes.
"Of course, just take the second elevator and push the ‘P’ button," she says.
I smile and walk to the elevator. The doors open and I step inside. It stops at the other floors, then other guys step in and stand with their hands folded in front of them. I can see by the hang of their jackets they are packing it.
"Is this an escort or just a safety precaution?" I ask.
A large burly guy looks at me in the reflection of the mirror. "A bit of both."
"You should make yourselves a bit less obvious in future; try not wearing shoulder holsters," I say.
I look at the guys’ reflection. They all feel their jackets, and smooth down the bulges that are protruding.
The elevator doors open. The guys remain inside as I step into the short hallway. I see a guy at the end who puts his finger to his ear and speaks into his mic.
I move toward him. He opens the door, and I step inside. It is nice to see that the rooms were a bit more refined than the reception. I walk into the main room. Four guys sit along one side of the large dining table. One seat opposite, which I guess is for me. A small camera is pointing at the chair. Shit, they are going to film me.
I walk to the chair, and I am unsure whether to salute or not. The black ops are more concerned with results rather than tradition.
"Take a seat," the gray-haired man says.
I pull the chair and sit opposite the four guys. I feel as if I was playing poker. No emotion crossed any of their faces.
"You know why you are here?" The brown-haired man asks.
"Yes, to be debriefed about The Kingmaker," I reply.
One of the guys starts scribbling on his pad.
"In your own words, explain the events on the dock," the main guy asks.
"We were all standing by the water's edge, and The Kingmaker came walking from the other side of the dock," I explain.
"And why was he in that location?" he asks.
Shit, I have to be careful.
"We were just outside chatting, and then Michelle came out with Beau at gunpoint," I say, lying.
"And why would she grab Beau?" he asks.
"She was The Kingmaker's girlfriend as you know, so she just grabbed him and led him outside," I explain.
"And who shot her?" the brown-haired guy asks.
I told my second lie of the day. "I shot her."
"What we don't understand is why you were all together at the precise moment of The Kingmaker arriving."
This one was easy to explain. "This was part of his Operation Rotation, he was going to clear the minds of the three guys, so he had to get them close to each other," I say. God, I hope they’re buying this.
"And why did it not happen? When we found the activator, it had already been pushed," the gray-haired man pushed.
"It must have been Beau, I think he was out of range," I reply.
Please don't ask about the chip that Joseph found under his skin…
"Why did he get away? I mean, you knew we needed him," the main guy asks. His face is still plain.
"When I turned my attention to Michelle, he dived into the water," I reply. "There was no sign of him anywhere."
"And you shot him in the shoulder?" the guy asks.
"I did, yes."
"Now, this is what doesn't ring true. You shot Michelle with precision as she was next to Beau, and then the apparent target, ‘The Kingmaker,’ you only clip in the shoulder?" The brown-haired man asks.
I see the other guy is scribbling everything I say into his pad. He also has a recording device laid out in front of him.
"Now we have a bit of a problem. We have lost The Kingmaker and now we hear your cover at the club has come to an end. How do you plan to go on from here?" The main guy asks. He looks at me and watches my body language.
Time for half-truths. "Beau has offered to build another club for me. My cover will be intact, and I can keep a better eye on them now," I explain.
"Hmm."
The main guy whispers to the brown-haired man. They both stare at me. The other two are like statues.
"You haven't forgotten which side you are on ha
ve you?" he asks.
"Of course not. I swore allegiance to my duties, and that is what I will do," I say, lying for the third time.
"Can you step outside for a few minutes while we speak?" the main guy asks.
I step into the suites reception lobby. I hear the faint mumbling from the dining table. I have no idea what the end result will be, but either way, I will have to make sure the girls are protected.
"You can come back now, we are ready for you," I hear the voice calling.
I walk back in the room. The guy who has been scribbling closes his pad. The recording device is off and the camera has been removed from the tripod.
The main guy clasps his hands and leans on the table. "After careful consideration of what you have said, we have reached a decision," he says.
"Yes Sir," I reply.
"We were going to pull the plug on the whole thing, but because you can keep the three guys in close observation, it’s settled. We have decided you can follow on with this new club, and we agree. Your cover has not been compromised," the main guy says.
"Thank you, Sir," I reply. I act like a noble queen, not showing emotion of any kind.
"Just be careful, the story of you shooting both The Kingmaker and Michelle doesn't add up," he adds. “It seems like you may be confused because it happened quickly.”
I find myself swallowing nervously. And I am not surprised they did not believe me. It was impossible to shoot two people in opposite directions at the same time.
"Now, you better get back to work. And just keep us updated." I stand from the chair and casually walk from the penthouse suite.
I sigh once I step into the elevator. I was not sure that they believed any of what I had said. But they must have, because the cover was still allowed.
I arrive back at my apartment to find it empty apart from a note on the table. Orlando has a dancing job for some wealthy clients. He is one of the top male dancers in the city, and it is a great way to build up a list of contacts. I have seen him dance a couple of times on stage, and he certainly got me going.
Once the baby oil comes out and he rubs it into his slightly tanned body, I get wet. God, the smooth ripples of muscle beneath his warm bare skin. The corrugated leanness of his flat abdomen and his bulging arms that he grips me so tight with. It makes me feel sexy just thinking about it.
I just hope he comes home early, I am just in the mood to run my fingers over his oiled skin. It’s like pavlova and champagne on the same day.
I strip off to my underwear. I lay on the couch and close my eyes. I fall into sleep with a horny grin on my face. I imagine him naked on the beach and me rubbing lotion onto him…
“Stories can be exhausting.”
Orlando
“Shows are good, I guess.”
Private dancing is a great way of earning a few grand in one show, and it is all mine, tax-free. Shows on the stage are slightly different. Scott and Andy have a share of the proceeds, and the tax man is always keeping a close eye. We barely make a thousand each, per show.
Out of towners are the best, they came, they saw and touched a little, and then they left. Most of the time back to their husbands bulging bank balances. This group, I found out, had traveled from Texas and were stinking rich. Put on a good show, and I could get a major bonus. Touching was normally not allowed, but when there was this much cash being waved around, I thought I would make an exception.
I look at myself in the elevator mirror. My naval suit perfectly pressed. My cap pulled slightly over my eyes. Damn, I look good… I wonder what Tina would think if she knew this was my original navy suit and not a costume.
I stand at the door of the hotel room. I hear laughter and talking from some very rowdy women. I stand up straight and knock at the door. The door opens, and a glass appears followed by the head of a middle-aged woman.
"Oh, hello there," she says.
"I was asked to attend a celebration and to dress accordingly," I say.
"I think there must be some mistake, there are no Navy people here," she replies, puzzled.
"Is this the room for Babs?" I ask.
"Yes, I am Babs," she replies, still confused.
"I am at the right place, then. It is your birthday today, isn’t it?"
"Yes," she says. I hear voices filtering out from inside.
She looks back into the room at her friends. They all huddle together and begin singing Happy Birthday. She looks back at me and smiles.
"You better come in then," she says, now grinning wildly.
I step into the suite and see empty bottles all over the coffee table. One or two lines of coke lay at the side.
"I take it you are Orlando?" the blond-haired woman asks.
"I am Ma'am. Orlando and I have come to make you bloom," I say. Fits of laughter fill the room. All the women cheer.
"Where do you want me?" I ask.
"I could have you anywhere," Babs says.
I run my finger gently under her chin. "That is outside of the agreement Sweetie, unfortunately," I say.
"Oh, Orlando, you are a tease." Her face goes bright red.
I hear her friends chanting, "Get them off, get them off."
I smile and walk to an open space by the large, glass window. I close the curtains and turn on the light. My makeshift stage is set, and I have a job to do.
I remove the music system from my bag. I hit Play. The room fills with a tune from the eighties. Babs and her friends start to dance.
"Ladies, take your places!" I shout. Babs sits on a chair at the front, her eyes fixated on me. She is giggling.
"I do love a man in uniform," she says.
"Why did you marry into an oil family then?" her friend asks.
"There is more money in oil," she says, laughing. I can smell the money.
I keep my eyes fixed onto Babs, she gazes back dreamily into my dark eyes. I remove my cap and take hold of the brass buttons. One by one I pop them open. My eyes stay on her…
I move closer to Babs and get her to remove my jacket. She pushes it from my shoulders. I stand quickly and grab hold of my polished belt buckle. I tease them all, I take my time in unfastening my belt.
"Come on!" Babs’ friend calls.
I pull my belt from around my waist. I wrap it around Babs' neck. I pull her into my chest. Her hands push against my chest as she giggles.
"You will have me all wet," she says.
"If I do, that means I have done my job right," I reply, whispering into her ear.
I stand back against the curtain. I slip my pants to the floor. The girls jeer and raise their glasses as I writhe and jiggle my hips. I lift my vest over my head. I stand, I can see all the girls looking at the bulge in my pants.
"I need a volunteer!"
"Babs, Babs, Babs," her friends cheer.
Babs stands and walks to me following my finger to cue her. I reach into my bag. I hand her the baby oil.
"Time for you to oil me up," I say. My bedroom eyes looking at her chubby body like she is the last woman on Earth.
I hold my arms out, Babs pours some oil into her hands. She runs her hands over my hard biceps.
"Now the rest of me," I say.
Babs looks back to her friends embarrassed, but she pours oil into her hand. Her hand runs across my broad chest. Her fingers circle my male nipples. I smile.
She looks up at me. I slip my fingers into my shorts and pull them down over my firm buttocks.
"Now the rest of me," I say, kissing her flushed cheek.
"All of you?" she asks.
"You heard, all of me…"
Babs swoons. Her oiled hands run over the solid slab of my stomach. My body standing firm as she oils.
"You have missed something…"
I spin around and jiggle my buttocks. Babs squeals with pleasure.
Her hands caress my firm buttocks as she rubs the oil into me. I turn back around and face her.
"Just one more thing," I say.
Babs looks down at my
manhood. She lifts her gaze back to my eyes.
"You want me to oil your penis?" she asks, wide-eyed.
"Call it a birthday treat," I reply with a grin.
Babs rubs her hands together. She gets to her knees. She pours oil into her hand and begins to caress the shaved skin of my sack.
I feel myself becoming aroused. I should fight it, but what the hell. It’s her birthday. Babs takes hold of my shaft and gently massages the oil covering full length of my shaft. Her hand draws back, and she rubs oil onto the head of my manhood.
Babs licks her lips and teases my slit with her thumb. I suck in a deep breath. She lifts her gaze. I smile down at her.
"Carry on, I am not sure you have finished," I say.
I feel my hot flesh growing as Babs gently rubs more oil into my hardening shaft. The other women are getting aroused watching her do it.
She wraps her fingers tightly around my manhood and starts to stroke me. I put my hand on her shoulder. I look at Babs’ friends, they have fallen silent and sit watching their friend bringing me to an erection. She looks back at them and smiles.
"That is enough, I will get carried away," Babs says.
She stands and then sits back on her chair.
"Boo!" her friends shout.
"Stop it will you, I am a happily married woman," she says laughing.
My oiled body glistens under the light. I walk amongst the other women. Their alcohol-fueled eyes scan my body. Their hands rub all over me.
"Ooh and Mmm," I hear as they paw at my rippled muscles.
After they have all had a feel I stand behind Babs. I put my hands on her shoulders. I run my hands over her chest and put my mouth close to her neck. She murmurs and brushes the hair from her neck. My hot breath on her skin makes her quiver. My tongue caresses her ear as I whisper.
"Happy birthday Babs!"
"Phew, I am a bit flustered," she whispers.
"That's okay, you've made me hard," I reply.
I slowly get dressed as the women busily count money onto the table. My suit is folded and placed in my bag I approach them. Now, I wear jeans and a tee.
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