by Silk White
James stood to his feet with a sexy smile on his face. He quickly grabbed an armless chair and sat in it. He then motioned with his index finger for Angela to come to him.
Angela shook her head. “No….I can’t,” she conceded as she leaned across the table trying to catch her breath.
James reached out and grabbed Angela by her wrist and pulled her towards him. He made her straddle him, and then filled her up. Angela moaned good and long while her pussy was getting readjusted with James’ size.
“Ride this dick Mami!” James growled in Angela’s ear.
Angela kissed James, sucked on his lips, sucked on his neck, and bit down into his skin. She did that in an attempt to muffle her moans. She moved up and down, going up easy and coming down hard. She did that over and over. James gripped her ass with both hands while Angela moved and rolled her hips each time she went up and down. It was now Angela’s turn to please James. She moaned, cursed, and held on to James neck. She mumbled and made sharp noises followed by short words that made no sense and had no meaning.
Angela moved up and down, and fast and hard while trying to catch her breath. She turned and rode James backwards. Her orgasm came hard and fast. It felt like a series of waves. James spanked her ass. He enjoyed her orgasm just as much as she did. He continued to stroke away. James pulled Angela’s hair forcing her head to jerk back. She had told him to fuck her and that’s just what he planned on doing. James sucked on Angela’s neck until passion marks could be seen. He leaned back and enjoyed the view of Angela slowly bouncing up and down on his tool with her ass opening and closing like a butterfly flapping its wings. Angela spun back around straddling James again. She closed her eyes breathing intensely as her body started to tremble. Between Angela’s legs was a raging furnace. She growled and challenged James. She wanted all that he had.
James slapped Angela’s ass as he met her thrust for thrust until he felt her body start to quiver again.
“I’m cumming…… Ah.… Ah.… Yes…. Yes….. Arrgggggggggh!”
At the same time James erupted inside of Angela. His orgasm was loud and noisy. James growled like a wounded animal until he was completely drained.
When Angela was done moaning and trembling, she stayed on top of James. She took a second to catch her breath.
“I swear to God I love you,” Angela whispered. She was out of breath and felt like she had just finished running a marathon. She could feel James’ tool turning soft inside of her. Angela slowly eased up off of James lap. The disconnection made a wet sloppy sound.
James slide down off the chair and melted down to the floor. His eyes were closed as his chest went up and down at a slow even pace. Seconds later Angela could hear the sound of soft snores coming from James direction. Angela looked down at James and smiled. He looked so peaceful and so innocent. He was now in a fetal position sleeping like a baby. Angela kneeled down and kissed James on the forehead. She then headed over towards the kitchen table. Angela cleaned up the mess that she and James had made. Once she was done with that, Angela bent down, picked up her .380, and walked her naked body over towards the window. She slightly opened the blinds to where she could see out, but nobody could see in. Her eyes followed and watched each and every car that drove by. Angela was trained not sleep. She was trained to stay awake for as long as she had to or needed to. While James slept, Angela watched over the house and made sure no harm or danger came their way. Angela looked out the window, out into the darkness. What lay ahead scared her and made her nervous. Angela knew just how serious and dangerous going after The White Shadow was going to be and honestly she wasn’t sure that when it was all said and done that she’d be alive to talk about it. Angela looked out the window. She kept her eyes on the two white agents that were paid to tail Agent James Carter. Angela could see her own reflection through the dark window. A naked image of herself with her hair hanging down, with a .380 in her hand stared back at her.
The Teflon Queen…
Chapter 9
The next morning James woke up and saw Angela fully dressed with a gun in her hand staring blankly out the window. He stretched and heard various joints cracking and popping. “I see somebody’s up early.”
“Early bird gets the worm,” was Angela’s response. Her eyes focused on what was on the other side of the window.
“How long you been up?”
“I been up all night.”
James asked, “You didn’t sleep all night?”
“I haven’t been to sleep in over two weeks,” Angela told him. “Hard to sleep when you got the best assassin in the world out looking for you along with every cop in the city…sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.”
James said, “I understand.”
“Get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us.”
James stood to his feet. He could still smell Angela’s scent all over his body. It was a sweet scent that he could never forget. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
“We going to find out where The White Shadow is hiding and smoke him out.”
“I doubt if he’s hiding,” James said honestly. “And how do you plan on finding out where The White Shadow is laying his head?”
“Easy,” Angela smiled. “Mr. Goldberg!”
* * * *
James stormed inside the building where Mr. Goldberg’s office was located. He walked past the waiting area and headed straight for Mr. Goldberg’s office.
“Sir… Sir… You can’t go back there unannounced… Excuse me sir!” The receptionist yelled from behind the counter. James ignored the woman who sat behind the counter and continued straight for the back door that had Mr. Goldberg’s name written across the top in gold letters. James barged inside Mr. Goldberg’s office not even bothering to knock.
Inside his office, Mr. Goldberg sat with his feet kicked up on his desk and his cell phone pressed to his ear. A look of shock flashed across his face when he saw James Carter storm into his office. “Um…I’ll call you right back,” he said quickly ending the call. “Um…can I help you?”
James grabbed the back of Mr. Goldberg’s head and violently slammed it down on the oak wood desk. Mr. Goldberg let out a feminine sound as blood oozed from his nose like a faucet.
“The White Shadow,” James growled. “Where can I find him?”
“Huh…what’s this all about?”
James slammed Mr. Goldberg’s face back down into the top of the desk. A loud violent bang erupted when the lawyer’s face made contact with the top of the desk. “Last time I’m going to ask you,” James growled. “Where is The White Shadow?”
“I don’t know,” Mr. Goldberg cried with his face covered in blood. “Who sent you?”
James slapped the taste out of Mr. Goldberg’s mouth like he was a simple whore knocking him out of his chair. He pounded on the defenseless lawyer kicking and knocking him across the room. He planned on beating him until he finally broke and told him what he wanted to know. “Where’s The White Shadow?”
“Do you have a warrant to just be busting in my office?” Mr. Goldberg asked through a pair of bloody lips.
Before James got a chance to hit Mr. Goldberg again, Angela slowly stepped inside the office. In one hand she held a gun and in her other she held a hand full of the receptionist hair.
“I’m going to count to ten and then I’m going to start shooting,” Angela stated in an even tone.
“What are you on a suicide mission?” Mr. Goldberg asked with a confused look on his face. “Why don’t you two go escape to an island somewhere? Leave The White Shadow alone.”
“No matter where we go, you know we won’t be safe while The White Shadow is still out there.”
“Angela I like you, you know that and I don’t want to see nothing happen to you, so please just run as far away as you can. You of all people know just what The White Shadow is capable of,” Mr. Goldberg said. “Please Angela! It’s not worth it!”
“I’m tired of running,” Angela replied. “And a psychopat
h like The White Shadow won’t stop hunting us until we’re twelve feet under,” she pointed out. “Now are you going to tell me where I can find The White Shadow or am I going to have to start shooting?”
Mr. Goldberg slowly peeled himself up from off the floor and stumbled over towards his desk. He grabbed a pen and a sticky note pad. “He’s staying down at that new fancy hotel downtown,” he said as he scribbled down the address and handed it to Angela. “Please Angela, just let it go.”
“I wish it was that simple,” Angela said then released the receptionist hair. “And one more thing before I go.”
“What’s that?’
“I’m going to need Mr. Biggz phone number.”
Chapter 10
The White Shadow sat in the booth of the luxury hotel’s restaurant that resided right off of the lobby. Tonight he planned on taking the night off so he could get his thoughts together and come up with a bullet proof plan. The Teflon Queen was turning out to be a tougher assignment than he had expected. The White Shadow hated to, but he had to give Angela her props. She was well trained and very intelligent. She was good, but not good enough. By this time tomorrow night The Teflon Queen would be no more. Tonight The White Shadow’s main focus was on a different kind of mission; a mission that if accomplished would lead him into sexual heaven.
Sitting across from The White Shadow was a beautiful woman. The two had met in the elevator and after a short conversation had both agreed to accompany one another to dinner.
“What did you say your name was again?” The White Shadow asked sipping on his glass of water. The woman that sat across from him wore an expensive looking silver gown along with a bunch of accessories to match. One of those accessories happened to be a diamond wedding ring.
The woman chuckled. “Cathy”
“Okay Cathy, I have a question that I just have to ask.”
“Sure go ahead,” Cathy smiled. It was obvious that the woman who sat across from The White Shadow was high on cocaine. Since the two of them sat down, she hadn’t shut up yet.
“What is a beautiful woman like you doing by yourself in a nice hotel like this,” The White Shadow asked. On the table before him sat a plate of fried rice, steak, and potatoes.
“My husband is out of town on business; as usual,” Cathy smiled. “I swear he loves his job more than me.” She laughed, but her eyes told The White Shadow that what she was saying wasn’t a laughing matter. Her eyes told him that she hadn’t been fucked in months and that her husband hadn’t been taking care of his husbandly duties.
“Why would you say something like that?”
“Money, money, money,” Cathy said keeping her smile intact. “That’s all he ever talks about, all day and all night. Money, money, money. I get tired of hearing about that all day. I like to hear about and do other things too you know,” she said with a sexy smirk.
“Oh really?” The White Shadow sipped some of his water. His eyes were alert as he scanned the entrance and exit every few seconds. There was only one way in and one way out. A 9mm with a suppressor rested on his lap. “You like to do other things like what?”
“You know…things,” Cathy said. Her body language told The White Shadow that she wanted him bad and wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. “By the way, what’s your name again?”
The White Shadow paused for a second giving himself time to come up with an alias and then said, “Charlie…the name is Charlie.”
“You look like a Charlie,” Cathy chuckled. “So Charlie, do you like to do other things too?”
The White Shadow wiped his mouth with a napkin and discreetly slipped his 9mm back inside the holster. “Mind coming up to my room for a second? I want to show you something.”
“Will it be worth my while?” Cathy countered.
The White Shadow smiled. “Absolutely”
* * * *
Agent James Carter stormed into the luxury hotel on fire. Right now he was a man on a mission and defeat wasn’t an option. He walked past all the rich folks and wondered what it would be like to be rich just for one day. He wondered what it would be like to wake up and just buy anything you wanted.
James quickly cleared his mind of the foolish thoughts when he made it to the counter. Several people stood before James, but he rudely cut to the front of the line and flashed his badge. “Excuse me ma’am. I’m Agent James Carter,” he shouted catching the desk clerk off guard. James showed the woman who stood behind the counter a photo of The White Shadow. “This gentleman is occupying a room in this hotel and I need to know what room he’s in.”
“Sorry sir, but I can’t give you that type of information unless you have a warrant,” the desk clerk told him.
“This man is wanted on every most wanted list there is,” James huffed.
“I’m sorry sir, but if you don’t have a warrant then there is nothing I can do for you.”
“This man is a killer and everyone in this hotel’s lives is in danger if I don’t get to this man in time!” James shouted causing a few strange stares from other guest. “Ma’am I really need you to let me know what room this man,” he held the picture back up to the clerk’s face. “Is in!”
The desk clerk hit the silent alarm underneath the counter just like she was trained to do when a sign of trouble presented itself. “Sir there is nothing I can do for you. Now if you don’t leave, I’m going to be forced to call the authorities on you,” she threatened.
James thought about cursing the clerk out, but decided against it. He knew going that route would do more damage to the current situation. James looked over towards the elevators and spotted Angela standing over there. She wore a tan woman’s business suit with her Teflon gear on underneath and a pair of boots with a short heel adorned her feet. Normally Angela would have worn her other combat gear, but in such a luxury place like this her outfit would have stood out like a sore thumb and brought unnecessary stares and heat to her and what she was trying to do.
As James stood there in the lobby looking like a tourist surrounded by a bunch of people speeding to go nowhere he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He spun around and saw an elderly woman standing before him.
“Mind if I take a look at that picture?” She asked as she reached down into her pocket and removed a pair of glasses. James handed the old lady the picture of The White Shadow.
The old lady examined the photo for a few seconds and then said, “I thought that was the same man.”
“You know this man,” James asked with his voice full of urgency.
“No I don’t know him, but he did check into the room right next to mines,” the old lady said smiling. “I’m in room 504 and if I’m not mistaken he’s in room 505.”
“Thank you so much ma’am. Now I’m going to need you to exit the hotel for a while,” he said as he pulled out his cell phone and texted Angela the room number.
“Is everything alright?” The old lady asked.
“Yes ma’am,” James said as he quickly headed towards the staircase. Once he was sure that the staircase was clear he quickly headed up to the fifth floor.
Angela hopped on the elevator when she saw James disappear inside the staircase. She made sure she kept her head down so the camera in the corner wouldn’t be able to identify her. A blond wig sat on top of her head and a pair of big designer shades covered her face. Angela watched the red numbers above the elevator door ascend until it reached five. Angela stepped off the elevator and posted up until she saw James exit the staircase door on the opposite end of the hall. Once in their right positions, Angela walked over to the fire alarm switch and pulled down on it.
The alarm blared loudly and echoed even louder throughout the hallways. Seconds later the halls were flooded with people running out of their rooms in a panic. A loud chatter filled the hall to add on to the blaring alarm. Angela removed a .380 from each one of her holsters as her eyes locked on room 505. James stood down at the other end of the hall with a Sub Automatic Machine gun resting in his hands. Hi
s heart was beating a hundred miles per second as the anticipation of what was going to come next sunk in.
* * * *
“Yes Charlie! Yes Charlie Yes!” Cathy screamed loudly. Wildness invaded her and convulsions had her grabbing the sheets. She frowned back at what was going in and out of her and told The White Shadow that she was about to cum. The White Shadow forced Cathy’s head down into the white pillow and gripped her small waist with both hands as he plunged in and out of her wetness. Cathy jerked and made sounds that told The White Shadow that she was on fire. He sank deep, came out, and sank deep again. Cathy made weird noises and strange sounds as if The White Shadow’s dick was a knife instead of flesh. Cathy lay on the bed on all fours completely naked except for the expensive heels that remained on her feet. The White Shadow went inside her hard forcing her to scoot away. He moved deeper inside her holding her waist making sure making sure he filled her love tunnel. He quickly sped up his strokes and watched as Cathy’s ass viciously bounced up and down against his torso. The White Shadow roughly pulled Cathy’s long blond hair jerking her head back as he slapped her ass.
“Oh yes Charlie,” she screamed.
SLAP
“That’s right Charlie! Tear this ass up!”
SLAP
Once The White Shadow felt like he was getting ready to shoot his load, he quickly pulled out of Cathy and moved around on the bed until he was facing her. The White Shadow stood up on the bed, waved his erection in front of Cathy’s face, and watched as her eyes and mouth hungrily followed his penis like a puppy following a stick before its owner tossed it for the puppy to play fetch.
Cathy’s hands found The White Shadow’s erection and quickly began to massage his balls while tongue kissing the head of his dick. She made loud wet sounds as her head slowly bobbed up and down in a deliberated rhythm. Cathy massaged, licked, sucked, spit, and slurped on The White Shadow performing like a porn star.
