“I could take care of that for you. I have a unique understanding of how that part of your body works. I could finish what I started with my feet.” He excitedly removed his swollen organ from his pants.
I put my feet together and used his natural lubricant to glide with ease along the slippery surface of his shaft. He didn’t move and allowed me to do all the work. He kept looking at me and staring into my eyes like he could read my thoughts.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the pressure of his orgasm shooting up the length of his shaft. I jammed my fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet.
His whole body went into convulsions. The knob swelled and began to pulsate with several thick jets into the air. He made quite a mess on my feet and the floor.
“I have made a mistake and I need to come clean.” I kissed him while at the same time stroking what remained of his seed into my hand.
“The only thing you need to clean is the mess you made. I don’t think you really want to ruin the chance to fuck me in this office over your desk. That’s precisely what’s going to happen on my next visit.” I got dressed and heard him mumbling underneath his breath while clutching the bible he had retrieved from his desk.
Repenting wasn’t going to do him any good. It was over, but in my mind, it was just beginning. I felt bad for putting him in a difficult situation. It was interesting to feel guilty and completely satisfied beyond words at the same time. It was sometimes hard to know the difference between what was considered right and wrong by conventional standards
I reached down for the file and found several photos of Megan’s last moments alive.
The file went underneath my jacket and I walked down the hall with something that didn’t belong to me. I kept looking behind me to see if he was chasing me to get it back. There was nothing to indicate he had even made the connection of how my absence had brought with it the disappearance of the file.
The intercom was abuzz with notifications and it brought to mind a chorus of voices in my head I had never heard before. I held my head in both hands and tried to drown out the voices. The moment passed leaving me a little disoriented.
I got on the elevator and opened up the file. I was flipping through the pages and getting a better idea of how her life had inexplicably ended.
It was hard to stomach seeing her photograph after she was proclaimed dead at precisely 12:00 AM. There was something comforting in the peace she must’ve found at the end.
The police found her body on the side of the road barely breathing with a profound needle mark on her right arm. She was considered a junkie, but her friends told a different tale.
There were notations which indicated she was on track to become valedictorian at NYU. Her stomach was bloated and it was apparently the result of being a drug mule. One of the baggies had broken during transit. She was discarded like a piece of trash.
I made a solemn vow at that moment that I would get to the bottom of what happened to her. The people responsible had to be held accountable. She gave me the gift of sight, and I owed her everything for it. Nothing was going to stand in my way of giving her life closure and possibly justice.
CHAPTER 8
Zane Sanders
I looked around at the drug paraphernalia and the bodies in various states of undress strewn around the room. I was just getting up from a bender and I found myself smothered in the flesh of three women.
I removed myself from the tangle of limbs. A nice hot shower helped to rejuvenate my mind and my body.
My long dark hair was still dripping into the tower that I was using to dry my Sampson locks. I was young and fancy-free doing what any real American would do in this situation. I was drowning in a sea of naked bodies and parties that lasted into the wee hours of the morning.
I saw the text message and I knew exactly what she wanted. I didn’t even have to look at the content to know she wasn’t happy.
“Zane, I know you have been avoiding me and I won’t stand for this kind of disrespect. I gave you an assignment and I haven’t heard anything from you in days. Don’t abuse my respect for you. I’m paying you for results.”
There were many text messages with an increasing element of danger in her tone. All avenues had led to dead ends with no visible evidence to determine whether or not Megan had told anybody about her arrangement with me. I saw a disenfranchised woman and I used her pain to draw her into my world.
She was one of the few who touched me deeply. I was never emotionally affected by those unfortunate souls who were taken long before they were ready. They were a means to an end and part of the vicious cycle where I needed their services to carry my product across the border.
Being undercover was a deadly and sometimes draining effort. I found myself unable to make the distinction between the legend I was and the law-abiding officer in the pursuit of justice. It was a slippery slope.
I saw my discarded shirt lying over the prone form of a black goddess. I had no idea what her name was. I probably did do some unspeakable things, but they were a haze of disjointed images in my head.
I put my shirt on and watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath she took. There were teeth marks on her nipples. They were magnificent bowling balls perfectly proportioned to her junk in the trunk. I always did like some cushion for the pushing.
Stanford was standing vigilant at the elevator with the regal flair of a soldier. He was dressed in the finest suit money could buy with a haircut indicative of the military. This man had saved my ass countless times. I still didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. My paranoia was the only thing keeping me alive.
“Mr. Sanders, I’m glad to see you are in good spirits this morning. I have the video from last night’s activities already downloaded to your tablet.” He was responsible for keeping me well informed so I wasn’t blindsided by something I had done under the influence.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but call me Zane. Nobody calls me Mr. Sanders. How long have you been with me? Two years… Five years… I’ve lost count.” He was a permanent fixture in my life courtesy of Marsha Donakov.
She was the female matriarch of the family. I had been loyal to a fault. I was learning the hard way to look after number one.
“I’ve been with you four years Mr. Sanders. We both know Mrs Donakov is going to find you eventually. There is no hiding from her.” He was always spouting the very same thing and I was getting tired of hearing his voice.
“I’m going to go out for coffee and I don’t need a babysitter. It’s just down the block and I will be back before you know it. Don’t even think about following me.” I pulled my hair into a ponytail and secured it with an elastic band, and put on my aviator sunglasses.
“I don’t feel very comfortable leaving you out there in the cold alone.” I grabbed the gun from his holster strapped around his shoulder with lightning speed.
I turned the gun gangster style and pressed it up against his temple. He showed no visible signs of being afraid. He was steadfast and didn’t even flinch when my finger closed around the trigger.
“I like you, but I will kill you if you don’t obey my orders. Stay here and keep an eye on our guests.” I knew the potent cocktail devised by the chemists was going to make them lifetime members of the club.
I handed him back his gun and he put it back in his holster without even a hint of embarrassment on his cheeks. He did give me the evil eye but I didn’t expect anything different.
“I want to go on record to say I tried to stop you.” It was duly noted, but I wasn’t the least bit concerned for my own safety.
I was like Teflon and nothing stuck to me no matter what evidence Internal Affairs had in their possession. I had been shot at numerous times and walked away with blood on my hands. I had one distinct scar that reminded me every day of how I had let my guard down.
I opened my shirt and saw where Marsha had stabbed me with a letter opener du
ring a moment of unrequited passion. She had left her mark on my body. There was no mistaking how I was taking my life into my own hands by attempting to take her down.
I walked by the doorman looking proper and debonair in his uniform in the lobby of the building I had my penthouse. I gave him a two finger salute mocking his military background. I buckled my belt and straightened my shirt to make myself look presentable to the public.
“Good morning, Mr. Anders.” He dutifully opened up the door and I breezed through it onto the sidewalk where I was met with the unseasonable warmth.
I smiled to the sun rising in the sky and I skipped to the awakened memories of my debauchery captured on my tablet.
I caught out of my peripheral vision a beautiful woman motioning for a taxi with a three finger beckoning. I was momentarily frozen in time thinking that I was seeing a ghost. There was only one person that came to mind who made that particular gesture. Megan.
I raced across the street to the honking horns of those who were on their way to their mundane existence behind four walls. They were cursing and giving me the finger. A bumper of a very expensive Lincoln Town car hit me but didn’t knock me to the ground.
I shrugged my shoulder and the man behind the wheel was breathing a sigh of relief. His job depended on being punctual and safe.
I made my way over to where she was standing. She was leaning into the street to be noticed. It was the middle of early morning rush hour. She had a better chance of being run over than getting a cab at this hour.
“You would have more luck showing some leg.” Those eyes were looking into my very soul.
“I tried. I have a meeting downtown in less than an hour. The streets are gridlocked and nobody is moving.” Her mouth was in motion, but the words barely registered.
“I could be persuaded to give you a ride in my helicopter. Believe me, it’s not a come on to get into your pants.” I had no idea what compelled me to talk to a complete stranger nevermind offering to give her a lift.
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother. I don’t even know who you are. You could be a serial killer.”
“You’ll never know.” She was half right, I had killed before.
“I will say you have kind eyes, but there’s also something cold and calculating behind them.” The words verbally spewing from her mouth were exactly what Megan had said to me.
“Fair enough and I can understand your trepidation about taking candy from a stranger. My name is Zane. We are no longer strangers. There’s no reason to feel like you’re taking advantage of me.” She carried herself with distinction and sophistication.
“I’m reminded of what my father used to say about strangers being friends we haven’t met yet. Normally, I would decline your generous gesture. This meeting is very important.” I played traffic cop to give her a chance to sprint across the street to safety.
We took the elevator to the roof and she found I was a man of my word. She told me on the way up there was a helicopter pad on her building. She gave me the coordinates and I relayed the information to my pilot.
The blades began to churn faster and faster until there was enough momentum to carry us into the sky. She grabbed my hand and dug her nails in deep enough to leave a mark. I got the impression she was afraid of heights.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve never had problems with heights in the past.” I massaged her shoulders and moved my fingertips down over the swell of her breasts.
“I can think of one way to take your mind off of it.” She was very responsive and I could see from the way that she was biting her lip this was something she was contemplating.
“Please… we have to stop and I can’t be responsible for my actions. Don’t go doing something that is going to awaken the animal inside of me. It has been dormant for a few hours and I would like to keep it that way.” Her words had no conviction and her body was betraying what she was saying.
“Your lips say one thing, but your body language is screaming something else.” I had my hands on her bare shoulders and I was using my thumbs to treat her to a spine-tingling sensation.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s working. Don’t say I didn’t warn you about what could happen.” She had her head leaning forward and my hands went underneath her shirt to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I moved them around to where her breasts were begging for attention. The nipples sprung to attention with the hard pebbles digging into the palm of my hand.
“Life is supposed to be impulsive. I wouldn’t think about it too much. We have some time. I have instructed the pilot to circle the area.” She didn’t try to impede me from squeezing and tugging at her nipples.
She suddenly stiffened and her back was straight. Her shoulders softened and the knots I had perceived with my fingers were no longer an issue.
It was almost like a light switch had gone off. The way she turned and smiled was like night and day. There was this plainly seen evil and seductive gleam in her eyes.
CHAPTER 9
Snow
I didn’t think it was possible to sink any lower. It was a thrilling moment when the helicopter took flight. It made my body inexplicably tremble in fear. I tried to warn him, but he was taking no heed.
I felt like my skin was on fire from the inside out. His hands touching me with the experience of a seasoned chiropractor were hard to ignore. Something came over me and my inhibitions washed away.
I pushed him up against the door to a helicopter with the sound of the wind the only thing I could hear. Pulling off his jacket was easy with him helping me along the way. I had this fever flushing my skin.
“I told you, but you wouldn’t listen. Every man is the same. I’m not waiting or hesitating.” The burning desire in my soul held a knife to my throat.
“You don’t seem like the same woman. This better not be one of Marsha’s games to test my loyalty. I don’t like anybody pulling my strings.” I kissed his exposed chest after I had indelicately unbuttoned his shirt.
Circling his nipples was lipstick in different colors. There were actual teeth marks. I decided to add mine to the mix. They were extra sensitive from already being manipulated in the throes of passion.
“I don’t know what party you were at, but I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall.” I heard him moan loud enough to cause the pilot to cock his eyebrow.
I stretched his nipple with my teeth to see how much pain he could endure. I lacerated his skin with my nails down his chest. He was trying to get away from me, but it was futile to resist.
“I am sure you would’ve been right at home with my circle of friends.” While administering sweet torture to his nipples with my mouth, I was playing my fingers along the belt of his pants.
“It’s refreshing to find a man who doesn’t mind the way that I put my mark on them. This party must’ve been something else for your zipper to be down. I wouldn’t mind meeting the one that got away.” I snatched the pair of panties in translucent black from his pocket.
“I don’t know where they came from or who they belong to.” It was obvious he was telling the truth.
I was licking my lips expecting to be quite happy with what was waiting for me underneath his dark pants. I slid my hand into the opening and found my fingers coming in contact with his hot flesh.
“It would be fun trying to find out. We could treat it like a dirty version of Cinderella.” I fetched the object of my affection and made it appear in my fist
“Be careful with my loaded gun.” The excitement of joining the mile high club was sending these signals directly located between my legs.
“I have every intention of finding out how many bullets are in the chamber.” The analogy was perfect for the barrel of his shaft and the muzzle of his knob staring at me. It really did look like it was ready to prematurely shoot directly between my eyes.
The helicopter veered to the left, bouncing us around until I was smack
between his legs. I grabbed onto the first thing for support. There was no give to his unyielding flesh. It did bend and I gave it a clear reminder of my salacious need with my bold pink lips kissing the head. I took him into my mouth and sealed my lips tightly around the base.
The cloak and dagger of what he did for a living was a dangerous element. The bad boy quality shined through by the smirk on his face. His chest was rising and falling with each labored breath.
“I do believe I mentioned something about being careful with my weapon. I’m having a lot of fun and I don’t want to bring it to its inevitable conclusion. Slow down and there’s no reason to rush.” The helicopter was circling the city and nobody had any idea of what was going on down below in more ways than one.
I was bobbing my head for his shiny man-sized apples. I was producing a healthy amount of glistening persuasion along the length. I was catering to the needs of a certain part of his anatomy. I was delighted by the way he was lying back and allowing me to set the pace.
“Stop… I fucking mean it.” His tone of voice made me come to an abrupt halt with my tongue in mid-swipe along the throbbing vein.
I backed away with my hands in the air surrendering to his dominance. I was pouting with my lower lip quivering. He made me yelp in startled surprise when he tore open my blouse. It was by sheer luck the buttons remained intact.
He coaxed me into his lap with his cock standing stiff as a board. I could feel it wedged into the apex of my thighs. The brilliantly glazed shaft was perfectly positioned to take my breath away.
“Take a moment and count to 10. That is the only time you are going to get before I let gravity do the job for me.” I was purposely letting his knob slide comfortably along the slick lips of my sex.
“I don’t know if counting to 10 is going to make much of a difference.” He tilted his head forward and captured a nipple between his teeth. I heard him counting with his mouth currently occupied.
There was no reason to put my hand on his hair trigger. I casually fell into his lap. His lengthy piece of lumber was being swallowed 1 inch at a time. I was going to stimulate myself, but he had his fingers poised to do it for me.
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