Rage Against The Machine: Special Edition (Dan & Chloe Book 1)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  Chloe unfastened her seatbelt and turned in her seat to face Dan and said, ‘So; you have a brother.’

  Dan was blindsided by the comment and it took him a few moments to recover.

  ‘Yes, I haven’t spoken to him for almost a decade; he’s a part of my past. You’re my future.’

  Chloe nodded. ‘But when the chips were down you turned to your past.’

  ‘I had no other choice Chloe. One day I’ll tell you about it but right now isn’t the time. I’m not able to talk about it, okay?’

  ‘Sure baby, it came as a surprise though, you having a crook as a brother.’

  ‘What can I say? He is what he is.’

  Chloe smiled at him warmly.

  ‘So do you want to know what I found on Rebecca’s phone?’

  ‘Absolutely, but first I need the toilet, and I’ll probably get some coffees to go.’

  ‘Okay, I’ll wait here.’

  ‘Don’t you want to come with me?’

  Chloe pointed at the carry-all, ‘I figure someone best stay with the guns.’

  ‘Good point, I won’t be long.’

  He climbed out of the Ferrari in to the morning sun.

  ‘Leave your door open, I like the breeze.’

  ‘Okay, see you in ten.’

  Chloe watched Dan cross the car-park and enter the services, when she was positive that he wasn’t going to suddenly reappear she scooted down in her seat and pulled her knickers off. Chloe glanced around to make sure she hadn’t become a voyeur’s wet-dream; all clear.

  She unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open so that her bikini was on full show; with the breeze blowing in through the opened door it didn’t take long before her dark nipples pushed out through the tint holes in the top. Chloe reached in to her bag and removed her atomiser; it only contained water. She sprayed her throat and cleavage liberally and tiny globules of water clung to her honey-toned skin leaving the slopes of her large breasts slick and shiny.

  Chloe glanced out the open door and saw Dan weaving through parked cars with two cartons of coffee in his hands. She smiled, he’d not be able to resist her looking like this and that was the whole point.

  The thought flashed through her mind that maybe she had a problem, perhaps she was a nymphomaniac with a wire crossed, why she should be thinking about fucking when they were in this much danger she had no idea. All she knew was that Dan had brought it out in her, before him she had had to make do with her vast array of sex toys; she’d been forever buying batteries.

  Chloe ran a hand up her skin and her fingers ran over her pubic mound, she loved the way it felt now; Dan would have a fit when he finally got to see what she had been doing earlier that morning. Chloe was soaking wet between her legs and she slipped two fingers deep between her cunt-lips. She pushed her legs together and let out a moan. Chloe looked at her reflection in the rear-view mirror and said, ‘You really are a bad girl.’

  Chloe sat up in her seat and sucked her two fingers clean.

  Dan reached the car and handed in the two coffees to her; he hadn’t looked at her once.

  He got in to the Ferrari and kept his eyes locked out the windscreen.

  ‘What are you looking at?’ Chloe asked, she couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen what she had done, how she looked, was he really that engrossed in a car-park. It became clear when he said, ‘Cops; I just hope that this car is clean.’

  Chloe followed Dan’s direction and she saw two uniformed officers walking along the lane in line with the Ferrari. Chloe felt a little tense as the two cops walked by the front of the Ferrari.

  Chloe relaxed when she heard the younger of the two say, ‘Now that’s a nice looking car.’

  The older of the two cast a cursory glance at the Ferrari and said, ‘Flash cunt.’ The two policemen carried on walking; they headed straight for the services.

  Dan took a coffee cup from Chloe without taking his eyes off the receding policemen’s backs.

  Chloe’s impatience reached its limit and she said loudly, ‘Are you blind?’

  Dan’s face broke in to a broad grin, ‘Nope, I just wanted to see how long it would be before you cracked.’

  ‘Bastard!’ Chloe laughed and she went to pull her blouse shut. Dan’s left hand shot out and grabbed her right wrist; stopping her dead.

  ‘Don’t even think about it.’

  Chloe squealed.

  Dan tossed his half empty coffee cup out the open door.

  ‘Litter-bug,’ Chloe said smiling.

  Dan took Chloe’s cup before she could even sip it and it too was tossed out on to the tarmac.

  He turned to Chloe and took in every detail; her hardened nipples, the wet sheen covering her breasts and her black lacy knickers hanging from the ball of the gear stick. ‘I wondered how long they’d remain on for.’

  ‘Well I wanted you to see this.’

  ‘See what?’

  ‘This,’ Chloe said and pulled her skirt up high to expose her freshly shaven pubic mound; there wasn’t the slightest trace of pubic hair to be seen. Dan almost choked and Chloe laughed.

  ‘You almost caught me out back at the motel.’

  ‘Jesus Chloe, you’re too much.’

  ‘Am I?’ Chloe said as she opened her legs wide to show him her now totally smooth sex-lips.

  Dan’s cock was pushing against his jeans, he licked his lips. ‘Can I touch?’

  ‘Well duh, that’s why I did it.’

  Dan ran his hands up her stockings and over her thighs and between her parted legs. The fingers of his right hand glided across the smoothness of her pubic mound. ‘So smooth,’ he said.

  ‘I know.’

  He slipped two fingers in to her cunt and used his thumb to rub her clitoris.

  Chloe shuddered and cried out, ‘Fuck, I’m coming right now, Jesus!’

  Her body shook from the quickness of her orgasm and as it subsided and Dan withdrew his fingers Chloe clamped her legs together. She tugged her skirt down and pulled her blouse across her breasts.

  ‘Drive.’

  ‘What?’ Dan said not quite believing his ears.

  ‘Drive, come on.’

  ‘But...’

  ‘No buts, you’ve made me come, that’ll have to do for now.’

  Dan laughed. ‘You can’t be serious.’

  Chloe fastened her seatbelt. ‘I am, now let’s get going, time’s-a-wasting here.’

  Dan laughed again and closed his door. He started the engine and pulled out in to the lane.

  ‘Did you find anything on Rebecca’s phone?’ Dan asked; anything to take his mind off the raging hard-on in his jeans.

  ‘I’m still working my way through it.’ Chloe said, ‘I’ll fill you in when we next stop.’

  ‘I wanted to fill you in,’ Dan said softly.

  ‘What? I didn’t catch that,’ Chloe said loudly over the escalating noise of the engine.

  ‘Nothing,’ Dan shouted back.

  They stopped to get petrol before rejoining the motorway. If Dan hadn’t been so engrossed in his driving he might have caught the mischievous look on Chloe’s face.

  The eastern European; known to his associates as Krieger made the call from his cell phone. He was parked six cars away from the shining black Ferrari; he had been following it since Heathrow.

  The call was answered after several rings.

  ‘Yes?’ A man enquired; he had a thick American accent.

  ‘It is me.’

  ‘Is everything okay? Have they made you?’

  ‘No; they don’t suspect a thing.’

  ‘Very good.’

  ‘What should I do?’ Krieger asked.

  ‘Your orders are simple, follow and watch; do not involve yourself directly unless I give the word. See where they go, what they do, but only observe.’

  ‘They are armed now; a lot of guns and a shiny new Ferrari.’

  ‘Do you think they are going on the offensive? Do you think they are going after Rufus?’

  ‘Yes, th
e thought had crossed my mind. They are heading north.’

  ‘Okay; don’t lose them my good friend.’

  ‘It is impossible for me to do so,’ Krieger stated. ‘If they go after Rufus should I intervene?’

  ‘You have your orders and they stand even if the two of them do go after Rufus. Ring me when their plans become apparent.’

  ‘Yes Father.’

  ‘Goodbye.’

  ‘Goodbye.’ Krieger ended the call and followed the Ferrari on to the motorway. He kept a safe distance; he was a professional and would follow the word of his Father as if they were the word of God himself. He would not engage the targets but he hoped that the opportunity presented itself where he could spend a little time with the young slut. It was obvious to Krieger that she was full of sin and he would enjoy showing her the error of her ways.

  Traffic had built up on the motorway; all 3 lanes crawling at almost the same speed and Dan was growing impatient. He had to concentrate more and more on the drivers around him as they weaved between cars trying to gain a few precious metres.

  Twice within three minutes a reckless driver had cut him up and he’d had to slam on the brakes. His window was down and a cooling breeze drifted across them. Dan cast a quick glance at Chloe. She had shifted slightly on to her right buttock, her torso twisted so that she was almost facing him. A glimpse of her left breast sent a tremble through his body. Her eyes were on his groin but they appeared to be looking right through him; she seemed deep in thought.

  Dan turned his attention back to the road; again he had to slow to let another car in up front. He changed gear and the Ferrari roared as if in frustration; it wanted to go faster but Dan knew there was no chance of that at the moment.

  From the corner of his eye he saw Chloe slip free of her seatbelt’s diagonal strap. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing when the car in front slammed on its brakes and Dan had to do the same. Behind him drivers sounded their horns in frustration.

  He could see the hold-up up ahead; a car had broken down in the middle lane causing chaos. The driver was slowly pushing it towards the hard-shoulder and that was causing all the other cars to have to brake and weave. Dan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Dan hit his horn.

  ‘Come on already,’ he shouted.

  ‘Perhaps I can help.’

  ‘What?’ Dan said; he’d momentarily forgotten about Chloe. He looked at her and he wouldn’t be forgetting her again anytime soon.

  Chloe had removed her blouse, and her breasts looked larger than normal; her dark nipples pushed through the holes in the crocheted top.

  ‘What the fuck?’ Dan managed.

  Chloe leaned into him, no longer encumbered by the cross-strap she was practically in his lap. Her breasts were tantalisingly close. Chloe’s hands went to his groin. His mind struggled to play catch-up but it was too late. Chloe manipulated his cock free and she wrapped her hand around it and began to work her hand up and down his shaft until he was rock hard.

  ‘Christ Chloe; we’re surrounded by cars here!’

  At the same time as Dan and Chloe’s motorway shenanigans, on 6 different continents, in 12 different countries 10 men and 2 women were killed; each the victim of a hunt. Only Dan remained alive and interested parties were keen to see how events in England would unfold. They were not privy to the knowledge that Dan had not been the original target; if they had been there would have been great concern.

  As numerous reports came in and intelligence was gathered some realised that the hunter had become the hunted in this particular game. Some of these made plans, they were not amused by the unfolding events yet others saw it only as a unique twist in an old game, a rare opportunity to see the tables turned and bets were made and all the while Father sat and watched and planned.

  Edinburgh was unusually hot, a little above 25 degrees and the city was awash with tourists who flocked to it for its historical beauty. Everywhere cameras clicked and whirred, it got to the stage where Rufus thought of the noise of the cameras as the cogs of the city at work.

  It was a little after 3.30pm, he had made good time during the drive up from London, he had only stopped to get petrol; he was too excited about what he had planned to stop and take a rest.

  Rufus was sat in the Range Rover, his eyes on the school’s gates; it would be the end of the school-day soon and he didn’t want to miss his date. He had been watching her for years and during the 2 weeks leading up to him heading south he had been keeping a constant watch on her; she had blossomed in to a very sexy young woman and now he intended to have her.

  Her name was Grace and he couldn’t wait to educate her in ways that no classroom could. Rufus heard the school-bell and 2 minutes later the doors opened and children of all ages started to stream down the front steps. He wasn’t interested in any of them; he kept scanning the crowds looking for her face.

  Ten minutes later his diligence was rewarded when he saw her push through the doors with a boy about the same age. She was sixteen and attended the sixth-form unit at the school. He knew everything there was to know about her except for what she tasted like. He knew she liked to hit the nightclubs at the weekend with her fake ID where she would get stoned and drunk and fuck whomever she was going with at that time. She might only be 16 but there was nothing sweet about her.

  Rufus had made the decision to take her after it had all gone wrong with Chloe; it helped that they were similar in appearance, though Grace was slightly larger framed, had smaller breasts and blonde hair but there was still a similarity that made him want Grace now almost as much as he had desired Chloe.

  Grace was flirting openly with her boyfriend as she walked along the tree-lined avenue towards the Range Rover. Rufus started the engine and pulled out of his space and began slowly moving down the road; creeping closer to his target. Once he had her he would take her to his house and there he would tear her perfectly constructed world apart.

  He watched Grace as she walked; she looked good in her school uniform; pleated skirt in the red and blue colours of the school, her white blouse taut across her large breasts; he took her to be a 34D and he smiled knowing that later he would know for sure.

  Grace stopped and kissed her boyfriend, it was a public display; all tongues and bravado. Rufus felt anger boiling within him and he knew it was now or never.

  He sped forward and braked sharply by the curb only four feet from Grace and her boyfriend.

  Rufus buzzed the passenger window down and shouted through the opening, ‘Grace; is that you?’

  Grace, surprised to hear her name called out turned around, she smiled and said, ‘Hey Uncle Rufus, what are you doing here?’

  Rufus smiled at his niece, ‘Hi Grace, I was in the neighbourhood and decided to whizz by and give you a lift.’

  Grace walked over to the Range Rover and braced her elbows on the open passenger window and smiled in at him. Rufus could see straight down her blouse; the slopes of her breasts and the pink bra she wore. Despite his arousal he made sure it didn’t show.

  Leaning in to the vehicle like she was Rufus could see her ass pointed up in the air and he wondered for whose benefit this was; her boyfriend or her uncle?

  ‘I thought mum said you were down south on business.’ Grace curled the fingers of her left hand in to her hair, her flirting was obvious and despite his anger it was working, his cock was like an iron bar.

  ‘It finished early so I came home, and I figured seem I missed your sixteenth that I’d take you shopping.’ From the glint in her eyes he knew he had her; she was like his sister in that way; obsessed with money, but he acted nonchalant and pointed at her boyfriend. ‘But if you’re busy we can do it another time.’

  Grace looked back over her shoulder at her boyfriend and then turned back to Rufus, she smiled at her uncle. ‘No its okay; he can wait.’

  Rufus nodded his head and smiled at her when all he really wanted to do was slap her, her obsession with money was going to be her downfall.

 
; ‘Give me one minute uncle Rufus.’

  ‘Sure,’ he replied calmly; on the inside he was like a coiled spring ready to go off.

  Grace walked over to her boyfriend, Rufus was sure that she was swinging her hips for his benefit. The boy looked pissed-off at his play-time being cut short. Grace was a master at manipulation though; she put the tip of her middle finger in her mouth, acting all embarrassed as she said, ‘Sorry Mike, its my uncle, he’s back from a business trip and he like wants to take me shopping for a birthday present.’ She said it like it was the last thing on earth she wanted to be doing.

  ‘Damn it Grace, I thought we were going back to my place, I had stuff planned.’

  Grace shrugged, ‘I can’t say no, he’s my uncle.’

  Grace moved closer to Mike, she moved her hand down his chest to his groin and squeezed his limp cock through his trousers, she licked her lips and said, ‘I promise we’ll do it later tonight, and who knows I may be able to get some money out of him for some weed.’

  Mike’s face lit up and he grinned, ‘Yeah that would be good Grace.’

  She kissed his quickly, ‘Okay, see you later.’

  Grace turned and skipped back to the Range Rover and climbed in. Mike was totally forgotten, all she was thinking about was the expensive dress that she was going to get her rich uncle to buy for her.

  Rufus had watched as Grace climbed up into the Range Rover, as she slipped in he saw a quick flash of the pink thong she was wearing and his cock pulsed with anticipation.

  She buckled her seatbelt and Rufus pulled away from the curb.

  Grace unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and pulled the opening out and blew cool air down her front. ‘It’s so hot,’ she said as innocently as possible.

  ‘Yes it is,’ Rufus replied.

  Grace always enjoyed teasing her uncle, he was always taking quick looks at her when he thought that no one was looking, but she’d caught him a few times, she didn’t mind, it made it easier to wrap him around her little finger, maybe she’d get a pair of shoes out of this shopping trip as well.