by Finian Blake
“How did you find that out,” Salvador asked.
“I read their web site and I had a few friends check out their personal profiles. Do you know that they have done work on every continent including Antarctica?”
“Does this mean that you are going to turn the job down?”
“No, not if you pay me enough,” Crasher smiled.
“And how much is enough,” Salvador said nervously.
“Half a million payable when we leave for the raid,” Crasher said enjoying the shocked expression on Salvador’s face.
“What…” Salvador choked.
“You pimped out Ivanov’s crew since there was no one left to claim it. We will lose at least ten men probably more,” Crasher said matter of factly. “Dimitri was a brut. It was no surprise that he lost his crew. Did anyone ever find him?”
“How…” Salvador was losing his composure.
“Come on you are in the computer business and you know your competition. You promised Dimitri at least two hundred thousand for the contract. We would have heard about somebody partying if he had been paid, but instead he dropped off the face of the earth. I needed to sublet a contract and looked for him finding absolutely nothing which means he is dead. Crasher smiled, “Dimitri was a heavy hitter and he was careful but not sophisticated. He used eyes on surveillance and went soft on the electronics. They found Dimitri, but not his crew and if you owed them that much money…” Crasher’s face presented a broad smile, “Well, we would not be sitting here having this conversation. You will pay me $100,000 in advance and $400,000 thousand when we launch the mission.”
“What about this Nadia and Ted McKenzie,” Salvador asked nervously.
“Ted is former SAS and Nadia was running Four Diamonds before they were married, so even though I could not find her ‘working history’, she has a beyond secret clearance from British MI.”
“And what does that mean.”
“That, my friend, means that she is one bad ass bitch and you are subject to having a heart attack in your office with nobody knowing that it wasn’t the real thing.” Crasher smiled broadly as the look of fear spread across Salvador’s face. “If you want me to even look at this you will pay $100,000 up front which is non-refundable and $400,000 when the mission launches. We will take out their computers and as many of their top people as possible.”
“What if you don’t succeed,” Salvador pressed.
“Then the money will go to the widows and orphans fund,” Crasher shrugged. “If the mission does not launch, you will lose the one hundred thousand.” Crasher had gone up against a few of the Four Diamonds customers with mixed results and no solid successes. He wanted to severely cripple them or put them out of business altogether. He wanted to take out their top people and get paid for it at the same time.
The limo dropped Reid off at the helipad at Regan National Airport. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his Senator had refused Cherry’s dinner invitation. The ride over was short and ending with a smooth landing at the helipad. He had never flown in a helicopter, so he was thrilled that he could have a window seat for the ride over. Reid was doubly surprised when Cherry took the pilot’s seat firing up the sleek looking helicopter for takeoff.
“Oh you are a pilot,” He exclaimed. “This is my first time in a helicopter.”
“Then I will take the long way around,” Cherry said appreciating Reid’s enthusiasm. She found that the honest excitement was refreshing. Cherry flew close enough to the city for Reid to see the monuments in the distance after which she made a long detour up the Potomac with a wide turn to avoid the air traffic from Baltimore International airport finally doing a slow, turn around the property before landing.
“Are you going to land in those trees,” Reid asked somewhat panicked when the helicopter flared for a landing. Cherry keyed the mic calling for the ‘asparagus’ to be dropped.
Senator Ransom and Reid’s faces were pressed to the window as the asparagus were lowered to reveal the helipad.
“I know that the helipad is there but I still can’t get over how you can make it disappear,” still amazed at the way that the helipad suddenly appeared out of the trees. “Does it really protect the pad?”
“We have never had to fend off a landing here. Its twin has worked successfully in Saudi Arabia, only there the asparagus looks like date palms.” Cherry boasted.
“What if they repel down,” Winnie asked.
“We considered that and came up with a solution. I can’t show you with a helicopter on the pad,” Cherry sounded disappointed. “I can tell you that Nadia came up with the idea looking at a bug zapper.”
“What…” Winnie could not believe her ears.
“It uses a generator, several large capacitors, and the rotors of the helicopter that the attackers are repelling from.” Cherry said enjoying the confused look on Winnie’s face.
Reid could not believe his eyes flying over what he had seen flying over the large estate but now that he was at ground level he could see the hangar doors and the Bell Jet Ranger sitting in the hanger. He also noticed the balcony of a large building that he could not see now that he was on the ground. Rhonda pulled up to the aircraft’s door with a large open Cushman cart starting up the hill to the large building that Reid was just starting to make out. She drove up a wide gravel road that was covered with a patch work of trees to a ramp at the edge of an oversized truck dock. The door of a dock looked like it could accommodate ‘King Kong’ it was thirty feet high and thirty feet wide and had a smaller door built into it for small vehicles. Reid was surprised to find that the door was located on the edge of an enormous cavern like room.
“150-feet square for a total of 22,5000 square feet and thirty feet high,” Rhonda said pleased with Reid’s look of disbelief. “It’s a sound stage, one of the largest in the area. It is buried into the side of the hill for sound control. We are shooting a commercial for Rampage Fire Arms at the far end. I need to tell her that she will be joining us for dinner.” The cart pulled up to a well-lighted set with trees surrounding a grassy clearing with a tent in the middle of it. Mary Lee was standing in front of the tent in a shooting stance holding a semi-automatic shotgun. She was dressed in a jungle camouflage halter top and stretch pants that looked like a second skin which displayed her chiseled body to perfection. Her hair was pulled back to the side into a single thick braid that came down over her shoulder and her bare skin was smeared with camouflage make up. She walked toward Rhonda giving the shotgun a quick toss to her.”
“The caption will read: ‘WITH A RAMPAGE TWELVE GAGE AUTO LOADER I AM READY FOR ANYTHING’. Mary Lee scowled, “I had this piece of shit out on the range and it jammed twice on me. The shells won’t eject cleanly. Give me a Benelli any day.”
“Why don’t you do Benelli ads,” Reid asked without thinking.
“Because for the money that Rampage pays me I would have sex with a mule,” Mary Lee said matter of factly. “Reid they pay me like they were printing the money.” Reid was speechless at the fact the she remembered his name, so Rhonda entered her request.
“I told Reid that you might be able to give him some face time after dinner.” Rhonda absently said with a lewd smile.
“I remember Reid quite well,” Mary Lee smiled inserting her index finger in between Reid’s lips holding it for several seconds. “I don’t have a date for dinner would you dine with me?” Reid was going crazy. The one woman that he felt attracted to seemed to be attracted to him. The idea seemed impossible and yet here he was.
“I…I…I…” Mary Lee smiled kissing Reid on the cheek leaving a green smear on his cheek.
“Rhonda, I need to get this crap off of me. Take Reid up to the roof and I will join you in about 30 minutes.” Mary Lee turned to the producer. “That’s it for the day you’re cutting into my drinking time.”
“We are paying all of this help,” The director protested.
“Good then they will not mind quitting early,” Mary Lee said confident
ly. “Happy hour everyone, we will finish after the week end.”
7.
SURPRISES
Mary Lee walked across the roof garden to the bar at the house like structure on the roof. She had switched into a bright red low cut halter top that was made up of only a single layer of thin material and a high cut pair of sport shorts made of the thinnest material both of which offered only token coverage. She oiled her skin after her shower, so it glistened in the light of the setting sun. Her whole appearance screamed sex as she swayed over to the table. Reid was lost in the vision as she playfully sat on the edge of the table slightly parting her thighs giving Reid a peak of where he dreamed to be.
“Rhonda would you be a dear and get me an extra-large Don Juan Margarita and have Peter throw four shots in it.” Mary Lee said sounding every bit in charge. Rhonda normally would have said something sarcastic. She had asked Mary Lee to seduce Reid, Wanting a plant in Marvin’s office. He was much more effeminate than she remembered. She thought that the only thing that was holding this limp noodle up was the starch in his clothing.
“I can never get my sandals tied tight enough,” Mary Lee said placing her foot on Reid’s zipper rotating her foot firmly. “They lace all the way up to the knee and must be tied really tight. Do you think that you are up to the job?” By the time Rhonda ordered the drink she heard a groan from the direction of Reid and Mary Lee. Reid arched his back in his chair with a strange expression on his face. Mary Lee stormed over to Rhonda placing her elbows on the bar with her head in her hands.
“I have heard of ‘minute men’, but this ‘putz’ didn’t even make sixty seconds.” Mary Lee said scornfully. “I should have worn a burlap bag and combat boots. This guy is a real sissy!”
“Cherry really needs to get some spine installed in this one.” Rhonda said barely forming words over her laughter. “She has a special cream for premature ejaculations.” Mary Lee motioned Reid over to the bar.
“Rhonda let me use the ‘hospitality apartment’ in the house. We can have dinner on the balcony and get to know each other better.” She placed her hand on Reid’s shoulder flipping Rhonda the middle finger behind his back as they walked off.
Mary Lee opened the apartment door revealing a single room with a large four poster king size bed as the center piece of the room with a narrow table in front of the sliding glass door which led to the balcony. A combination fully stocked bar and kitchen was immediately inside the door. Mary Lee pointed to the closet sized wine rack as she entered grabbing the phone.
“Reid, pick out a bottle and open it while I make a call,” she stepped out on the balcony closing the slider behind her.
“Nikki, I need you to load one of your games on the entertainment center in the ‘guest apartment’ right away.”
“It will be a few minutes. I have Molly on the pedestal modeling a maid’s outfit.” Nikki said blandly.
“Molly, Senator Ransom’s assistant,” Mary Lee squawked.
“I told her that I would make her a star, so I have her dressed in an absolute instant hard on sexy maid’s outfit with black silk stockings and eight-inch platform high heels,” Nikki said in a lecherous tone expecting a lecture from Mary Lee being surprised when she was dead silent for almost a minute.
“I have an idea,” Mary Lee purred into the phone. “This is what I want you to do...” It took twenty minutes for Mary Lee to lay out her plan and give Molly her detailed instructions. Mary Lee looked through the sliding glass door, watching Reid carefully slipping one bottle out of the rack reading the entire label replacing it in the rack as if it would explode before examining another bottle all the while never settling on a bottle. By the time she was finished with her call Reid had only made it half way through the inventory. Mary Lee strode in the room more than a little irritated.
“They are all good wines.”
“Some of these are quite rare. I didn’t want to uncork something that was special,” Reid said defensively.
Mary reached into the cabinet, “Chateauneuf-du-pape this particular one is $300 a bottle. If you don’t feel that you are worth it, you may watch me drink it or we have some excellent brandy if you prefer something stronger.” She replaced the bottle moving to the bar selecting a fancy bottle of golden liquid. Reid meekly followed a few feet behind her like a puppy with his solid wing tip shoes clunking on the floor. No wonder Senator Belight was able to have his way with him. She looked at Reid still wearing his suit coat and vest with his tie perfectly in place. Mary Lee feeling the need to push him further stepped up to Reid grasping the knot pushing it tighter on his neck causing his eyes to open wide in shock.
“Either this comes off or I will strangle you with it.” She released the tie and Reid passively undid the tie laying it carefully over the back of the chair smoothing the wrinkles from the knot out as he did. “COAT TOO,” Mary Lee commanded with Reid meekly complying yet again without any protest once again brushing the garment with a dedicated precision that took an irritatingly long time which added to her irritation.
“I guess I am a little stiff.” He softly said acknowledging her obvious annoyance. She wondered how Senator Belight ever bent him over his desk with all of that starch, picturing Reid starching his whole body at the start of the day.
“Try some of this,” Mary Lee said holding up a $2,000 bottle of Camus Cognac pressing a large snifter into Reid’s hands pouring in several ounces and guiding it to his lips. “I ordered us dinner.”
“I like…” Reid started to squeak.
“I said that I ordered dinner! You will eat what lands on the table,” Mary Lee walked over to a drawer pulling out a small pistol. You are going to relax if I have to put a gun to your head. Now, drink.” Reid started to sip the brandy but Mary Lee was on a roll and tapped the stem of the snifter with the pistol causing the golden liquid to flood his lips forcing him to gulp the drink down or wear it. She pulled the trigger and a one-inch flame popped out of the barrel of the gun.
“Bitch, you scared the dog shit out of me.”
“If that’s what it takes,” Mary Lee howled with laughter using the lighter to start several candles around the room returning to Reid pressing the mock pistol to his head once again with a commanding look in her eyes. “Now what is your first name?”
“Blake…” She looked him up and down noting that his chest was kind of full for someone with such narrow shoulders. The formal look of the vest and the neatly pressed shirt with French cuffs irritated her to no end. Mary Lee swore that the shirt and the vest could standup by themselves without being hung up. There was still an almost razor like crease in his trousers. How could anyone go through the whole day and not get wrinkled? His nails were cut short perfectly manicured with no sign of hair on his hands, every hair on his head was gelled perfectly in place and there was absolutely no sign of a five o’clock shadow from a beard.
“Lose the vest Blake.” Just then there was a knock at the door preventing her from pressing the issue further. “That’s our dinner. Have another one while I get the door.” Mary Lee pressed the bottle of brandy into his hands before opening the door to find Molly dressed exactly as she detailed. She was wearing a tight fitting black and white maid’s dress scooped below her breast with a ruffled linen top covering her from the neck to the top of her dress. Her short skirt was held out by a cloud of white ruffles that stopped four inches above the tops of her opaque black silk hose, and the shoes were eight-inch platform heels with a two-inch-wide strap holding them on which were decorated by steel rings. The service cart that Molly pushed into the room was covered by a starched white linen cloth covering it which refused to give any hint of what was underneath. She walked to the table wordlessly pushing the service cart ahead of her with the click of her high heels being the only sound until the sound of Blake’s snifter hitting the floor was the final punctuation.
“My God Molly,” he screeched in a voice so unnaturally high that both she and Mary Lee had to stare at him in disbelief pleased by the shoc
ked expression on his face. “What in the hell are you doing here.” Mary Lee smiled inwardly with satisfaction that her plan was coming together. It was the first honest reaction to come from him.
“Working for a cheap ass senator left me no other choice but to moonlight. DC is an expensive city and this is the only way that I can make ends meet.”
“Never mind that,” Mary Lee barked. “Get our dinner on the table and we will make our ends meet later when it pleases me.” Blake put his head down concentrating on picking up the pieces of the fallen brandy snifter not wanting to witness his coworker being embarrassed in front of him.
“Blake, it’s time to eat.” He was still bent over picking up the pieces of broken glass and was stunned to silence when he looked in the direction of the table seeing Molly lying on her back on the table with her knees in the air.
“That’s a cute joke what are we going to eat,” he asked uncertainly looking at Mary Lee standing over her.
“Her…,” Mary Lee said sternly with a serious look on her face grasping the collar of the white top giving the collar her of top a forceful yank revealing Molly’s well-formed bare breasts as the prostrate woman used her hands to spread her knees as far apart as they would go in a lewd gesture revealing that she was not wearing panties.
“If we are going to eat her what, is on the cart,” Blake demanded refusing to believe that Molly was in fact their dinner.
“Utensils…” Mary Lee whipped the covering cloth from the cart to reveal a wide variety of sex toys and restraints. Without missing a beat, she walked up to Blake getting a solid grip on his shirt ripping with all her might. “And lose that piece of shit vest.” She stood looking down at the torn unbending cloth in her hands not looking up until she heard Molly’s shriek from behind her.
“TITS…! Nice tits…,” Molly sat bolt upright making a grab for the waist band of the perfectly pressed pants as Mary Lee stood nodding her head smiling at the unfolding scene wondering if getting rid of all of that starched cloth would allow Blake to loosen up.
