“Mmm,” I murmur as I rub my inner thighs.
Can’t you wait until Owen gets home? No!!
I answer my own question and slip the tip of my finger between the hotness of my pussy. I push my hand against the stone wall as the icy water falls over the back of my head. The strands of my wet hair hang over my face and I feel the rush of naughtiness overcome me.
I glance down and watch as the water runs to my hand and falls to the floor. “Shit,” I murmur as I push another finger inside the depths of my arousal. I can’t help it right now.
I sigh and bow my head further as I feel the cold water running down my arm. My hot pussy is begging to be pleasured. I slide my fingers deeper and then I pull them back and thrust them again as I moan. I begin rocking my hips in an unconscious tempo that only passion can bring.
The sound of my hand slapping against my wet pussy fills the shower area and echoes back toward me. I grit my teeth as I feel my contractions of lust clutching at my forceful fingers. Again, I plunge my fingers into my moistness as my body squirms against my hand. I increase my tempo into a frantic but sensual rhythm that’s now moving me toward a glorious moment.
My strokes increase and I rock my hips to the touch of my probing fingers. Sensations flow from my body as the icy water drips from my pussy and over my nipples. I gasp for breath as my hand hits my clit. That sends perfect, erotic shockwaves of pleasure flooding through my body. My head rests on the stone wall and I feel my legs beginning to tremble.
“Fuck me, this is good,” I mumble softly.
My body nears the final moment of its release. I push my fingers hard into my pussy. Now, I arch my back and moan out, nearly breathless.
“Mmm,” I murmur. My legs are shaking.
I clench my fist and rest my head on my arm. My body trembles as wave after wave of exotic pleasure washes over me. I rest my head on the wall as I gently slide my wet fingers out from my opening. Now, the contractions fade as I let the fresh water wash the final traces of my climactic moment from my body.
The beat of my racing heart slows in time, and I step out from the falling water. I wrap my body in my towel and saunter seductively back to the rooftop dwelling.
I sit on the edge of the bunk and grab my breath. My god, that was exhilarating. I dress and slowly make my way downstairs and enter into the club. I can see that the show has already started and a few of the final construction workers are adding to the atmosphere. Whistles and shouts blend with the pounding music. The lasers are ceremoniously bouncing off the mirrors and the walls. Projections fall to the back of the stage where the girls are dancing to an overlaid image.
I slump in a chair next to Cally and rest my arm on the table. “Have I missed much?” I ask.
“Not really. This is the third routine, so there’s still a lot more to go.”
“I can see that the construction guys are enjoying it.”
“They were asking if they could have beers to go along with the show,” Cally says laughing.
“Maybe we can put on one night with free bar once everything is sorted,” I say. “Just for them!”
“It would be a kind gesture, and they have done so much here,” Cally says, agreeing to the idea.
The routine slowly draws to its finality and the Giant Mad hatter and Alice spring into life and reach out to the audience. “I just love watching them, they look so real,” I say.
“I'm glad you like them, they were partly my idea,” Cally says.
“So, everyone has been involved with this club?”
“Sure, we all had an input of how the inside should look and feel. This is a culmination of the other three clubs.”
I am impressed with the way things are coming together. “It won’t be long before the doors can finally open for business.”
“The sooner, the better. The tension that’s building with these councilors… and with The Kingmaker’s daughter is surreal,” Cally says. “We all need a release.”
“Well, at least the routines are winning!” We watch the guys who have put their tools down. Even Mike is happy to let them off for a while, it seems.
“It’s a relief to finally do it and get it all over with.”
Owen
“Sometimes memories are the reason we're unable to move forward.”
Tina drives down the freeway toward the turnpike. And closer to the hotel and casino where the councilors’ area of land starts. Stretched out before us, it’s still quite bare. But it’s evident there is still construction going on in the area.
More businesses for the area and more money for the councilors. It runs through my mind, when is enough, enough? They had to be playing at this game for around ten years. How much money does one group of people need to live on?
“This is their boundary, well, that we’ve estimated,” Tina says as we pass the hotel on the left.
She continues driving straight down the freeway. “Okay,” I say, taking it all in my mind’s eye.
“On the right, we’ve got the houses where the swinger club is located, and what we know is, they have a construction company. So, all these houses were built by them,” Tina explains.
“Obscene, it's absolutely obscene,” I reply.
Tina nods and smiles. “It's good business, but unfortunately they’ve built it on the back of corruption which is the sad part.”
“They’ll soon know the difference when they find their stash is missing,” I say. “But they still have the casino to bring money in. Or they will until the gaming committee know they haven’t paid any taxes or anything.”
“We’re approaching the far boundary, so from this turnpike to the one with the hotel is theirs, and it stretches the same distance to the sides,” Tina says as she turns the truck off going down the furthest turnpike.
“Where is the precinct, then?”
Tina pulls down from the turnpike, and we drive below the underpass and head back into bare land. “The golf course is a block or two up here.”
We follow the road back toward the hotel. I see the tops of the large houses in the distance. A small shopping strip is being constructed, and then we pass an open area. The next block has been planted with trees to line the streets. Tina slows the truck and we turn down the street.
“I'll tell you something weird. This actually looks like a beautiful place to live,” I say.
Tina looks at me. “Fucking ironic don’t you think!”
“It just shows that if money is no object, just think how nice other parts of the country could be,” I add.
Tina concentrates on the road. She says, “It's just like a lot of those oil-rich countries, they pay no tax and look how nice they are, same here.”
“Is that the precinct?”
“Yup, right at the end of the street. It backs onto the golf course. And the clubhouse is way over there.” Tina points across to the far side of the open area.
Tina slows the truck and stops at the edge of the street. I step outside and limber up my muscles a little. I turn around naturally as if I'm just getting over a drive, but the action cam that is fastened to my vest is recording every detail of the area.
I look around. “It’s secluded, no other real buildings that will interfere.”
I turn and see a couple of squad cars pass by us on the street and head toward the precinct. The driver casts his gaze over us and tilts his head as if he recognizes us.
“I think the disguise is working,” I say.
“They must guess that any workers in the area are on the councilors payroll,” Tina replies.
“You want a soda?” I ask. “There’s a store, and I can get some good camera angles as I walk back.”
“Sure, anything sugar-free.”
I head up the side of the street and cross the road to the store. I grab a couple of cans and see an armored vehicle drive past the store, very slowly.
“Where’s that going?” I ask the storekeeper.
“They’re always up and down this road to the precin
ct. I think they have the job of looking after the casino takings.”
I look at him curiously. “I figured it was only a local casino?”
“It is, but it rakes in shitloads of cash. People around these parts are not short of a penny or two. Some real-big card games go on there. All away from the prying eyes of the city.”
“Maybe I can pay a visit when my shift is over,” I say handing over the money for the cans.
“What are you fixing anyway, Mister?”
“We had a call about a line connection or something, my partner knows more about it than I do,” I say.
“I bet it's those damned blackouts we have.”
“What blackouts?” I ask plainly.
“They say rotating outages, one evening every week. Generally, a Sunday and lasts for an hour, no shorter, and no longer.” The shopkeeper shrugs.
“And this happens every Sunday?”
“Yeah, every Sunday I think. Eight o’clock on the dot.”
“I'll look into it, in case it's anything to do with my company,” I say.
“It's a real pain. We miss the best TV programs at that time.”
I walk from the store and walk down the sidewalk back to where Tina is positioning traffic cones. I see the armored vehicle reversed up against the side of the precinct. The guards are there, and some cops too, who are dotted around and trying to look as casual as they can.
I step to cross the road as a black SUV passes by me. It drives straight to the front of the precinct and stops.
Fuck! This camera won’t reach that far.
I walk quickly to try and get back to Tina’s position to get a better view. She looks up and I point toward the precinct. I see her grab a handful of cones and she begins walking toward it.
Two guards walk onto the street and stop Tina in her tracks. I see her nodding and pointing toward the telephone lines. She places the cones on the road as she walks back to the truck.
I look at her. “What did they ask?”
“Usual. What are you doing here?” Tina replies. “I just told them it was a fault on the phone line.”
“That’s what I said to the storekeeper before he mentioned the blackouts,” I say.
Tina looks at me plainly. “Blackouts?”
“Yeah. I think they move the cash once per week,” I say. “They do it under the cover of darkness.”
“Where the hell do they take it to?”
I smile at Tina. “We can find out in a couple of days, the next one is Sunday.”
Tina leans on the truck and cracks open her sugar-free soda. She glances toward the precinct. “I'm not sure if this helps us or hinders us.”
“There is one thing I know for sure, Bob’s estimate of eighty million is going to be way off.”
“We can either hit the precinct and risk it, and just take what’s in there. Or, we can find where they take the cash and hit that place,” Tina says.
“All this we’ll have to decide after Sunday,” I say. “We also have to consider how many vehicles they use. What happens if they use two or three?”
“We'll have to be ready to follow up to five vehicles if needed.”
“There isn’t enough of us to do that safely,” I say plainly.
“I think it's time to go back and see that Ingrid woman,” Tina says.
“I'll go and speak to her tomorrow. I don’t believe that we can just trail them. I mean, we need waypoints until we know where they’re going.”
Tina looks at me strangely. “What job did you used to do? God, you seem to know a lot about all of this sort of undercover crap.” She laughs.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course, you can. I was black ops, and no one knew.” She screws her face up.
I lean back on the van and sip from my can. “Well, I'm a bit vague on the events and the details, but you know that movie where the guy loses his memory, but he’s like a super assassin sort of dude.”
“Yeah, I remember that.”
“I think I'm something like that,” I say.
“Bullshit, those guys don’t exist.”
“I know, I was joking. I was in the forces for a while. And then pulled out for special ops.” I laugh.
“What do you mean special ops?” Tina asks, confused.
“At the time, I thought it was something to do with The Kingmaker, but it wasn’t. It was just normal government stuff,” I say.
“Now you think you have parents?” Tina asks.
“I believe that fire has blanked out a lot of my past. I was in hospital for a while when the blast threw me across the street,” I say. “I knew my sister was the one in the coma at the time, but the rest of my memory is a blur. She is now missing. The other guy I assumed was my brother, but maybe he’s not.”
“What are you saying? That you're a triplet, or not?” Tina asks.
“Yes. But natural. And who my mother and father are, God only knows.”
“What about growing up as a kid?”
I crumple my can and look at her. “That’s the part I don’t know. I can only remember the blast, and snippets of special ops.”
“Sometimes memories are the reason we’re unable to move forward.”
Janey
“No one can do it for you, you have to do it for yourself.”
“I'm going to see Bob.”
Cally turns to me. “Okay, I'm going to head off soon, anyway” she replies.
I stand up from the table and make my way to Bob's office. I wasn’t sure if he would still be working, or if he’d decided to knock off early seeing as the love of his life Britney was back.
His light is on, and he is still sitting at his desk looking at the computer screen. “Hey, Bob, what are you working on?” I ask.
“Just some personal writing, a ‘pet project,’ so to speak.”
“Can you do me a favor and check on two prescription meds?” I ask.
“What are they?” he asks.
“Chantix and Ambien.”
Bob rattles away on his keyboard. He looks at me after a second or two. “Who wants to quit smoking?” he asks.
“Susan, she was trying to stop at the bike club,” Britney comments, checking her nails.
Bob looks at me. “And I'm assuming she has sleeping problems, that must be what the Ambien is for.”
“That’s what she told me,” I say.
“She had that at the clubhouse. It's weird shit sometimes,” Britney says.
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t know she used to get up some nights and do crazy shit? She had no knowledge in the morning!” Britney says.
I shake my head. “I had no idea she did that.”
“She's right, it says here, that people taking Ambien have been known to go driving or even have sex and not know about it,” Bob says pointing at his computer screen.
“What are the side effects of the other?” I ask.
“Really vivid dreams, like you're doing it,” he replies.
“That’s exactly what I had on the couch, I really thought I was in the shower with Tina and Ty,” I say quickly, without realizing my Freudian slip.
“I think we’ll ignore that comment,” Bob says smiling. “So how did you get it?”
“Susan told me she popped her meds out and couldn’t find her water, so she used the glass I did. There must have been enough trace of the two pills to have an effect on me,” I say.
“Always wash your drinking vessels,” Bob says as he raises a brow. “And with that, I'm signing off for the evening,” he says. “I'm taking Britney out for a big, fat, juicy burger.”
“Any idea what time you’ll be back?”
“It shouldn’t be too late. Just leave the catch off the door, and I'll lock it behind me,” he says.
“Have a great burger then you two,” I say. Britney smiles.
“We’ll have to get a cab you know Bob,” Britney says.
“Don’t worry about that. I had a part payment come through on
something,” Bob says, giving her a wink.
I look at Bob. “You do get money from all this work you're doing, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yeah, I save all that though. I have a thing on the side, I do okay out of that,” he replies grinning.
“You should tell us all about your sideline, maybe we can get involved.” I look at him wishing he would spill the beans.
Bob grins broadly. “Maybe I'll explain it to everyone really soon.” He puts his chair in. “And you never know, you might be involved already.”
I give him a sarcastic tone. “As if any of us have time to do anything else!” I watch the pair hold hands. “See you both in the morning. I'm going to head up and see Bell and Brent while I wait for Owen.”
I walk across the front of the archway and walk into Bell’s apartment. I hear soft music as I climb the stairs.
“Anyone home?” I yell.
“Up here,” Bell shouts back.
I walk into the living room. Brent is holding Bell in his arms as they dance slowly to the soft music that plays in the background.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
“We’ve just finished dinner. A quick slow dance with my man for the evening before he does the dishes,” Bell says.
“I’ve found out a couple of things,” I say as I sit on the arm of the couch.
Bell sits beside me as Brent scoops up the dishes from the table. “You want a glass of wine?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I'll give it a miss, that little episode on the office couch freaked me out. Now, I know why.”
“Why is that?” Bell asks.
“Susan is on two prescription drugs. I used the glass after her, and with the whiskey, it was enough to make me have that really vivid dream,” I say.
Bell nods. “That’s why there was no trace in the whiskey.”
“It might also explain why a couple of strange things have happened like that blocked toilet,” I say. “One drug can make you do things without you even knowing.”
“And that’s a prescription med?” Bell asks.
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