by Alexa Anna
Finally, the shift is wrapping up, and I’m getting the last guy out of here. Tonight, there weren’t many of the hipsters. They seem to be staying indoors because of the rumors about the neighborhood’s safety. It’s just old neighborhood hands here, broken down guys who don’t have anywhere else to go, and they don’t want to go home.
“See you next time, Tom,” I say, practically pushing the guy through the door. He’s not too drunk. He just wants to stay.
I slam the deadbolt in the lock, and rush through my cleanup chores as fast as I can.
I’m already breathing heavily in anticipation of what tonight could hold in store for me. I wonder what Luke and Jake have planned for me. Do they even plan this sort of thing? Or are they just working on the fly, coming up with whatever works in the moment?
My phone rings, and I rush over to answer it.
It’s Jake, who seems to be the jokester of the two of them.
“No trouble with Jim or drunks tonight?” he says.
“Not too bad,” I say. “And I’m not sure you can put those two things in separate categories. Jim can drink a lot. I think that’s why he owns a bar.”
Jake chuckles. “Well,” he says. “I don’t want to bother you with some pretense, like asking you out for a walk in the park or something, or to get ice cream. Why don’t we pick you up and we can have some fun.”
“Sounds good,” I say, suddenly finding myself nervous. I know I already had sex with them, but what are they going to do to me next?
I kick some dirt with my shoe under one of the booths, since I know no one’s going to know the difference, especially Jim, who’s usually wearing dark sunglasses to hide his perpetual hangover. He can’t see anything through those glasses.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Gangsters here,” comes Jake’s loud, deep, booming voice. “We want to rob the place blind.”
“Shut up, man,” I hear Luke saying. “Lexi? Are you there?”
“One sec,” I say, taking a moment to rearrange my hair before answering the door. I’ve never felt like this, like I want to look my absolute best before. Not that I’m going to be wearing my clothes for much time, hopefully. Wow, I can’t believe I’m even thinking these thoughts.
I slide the deadbolt and they come bursting through the door.
Jake picks me up and swings me around, kissing me while he does so.
“Howdy,” says Luke, doing a mock bow.
“You two are in a good mood,” I say, giggling as Jake sets me back down on the ground. I almost shiver in his arms, from the contact with his body. I can’t wait until I’m between their bodies again. Looking at them, I almost still can’t believe they’re both interested in me, so interested in me they want to come back for more. It makes me feel… special.
“We got a good lead,” says Luke, grinning. I haven’t seen him grin much, and it completely lights up his face, making him look, dare I say it, beautiful, in a masculine way, with his stubble, his piercing eyes. I get the sense that both of them have seen some serious action, some serious shit, as you might say. I get the sense that they’ve been through a lot together, that there are some dark skeletons in their closet. But that doesn’t scare me. I may not know them well, but I have a sense of who they are as people, and while they may be dangerous and are probably armed to the teeth, I feel safer with them than anyone I’ve ever met before.
“We don’t want to bore you with the details, though,” says Jake, giving me a grin. “Shall we get back to our apartment and start the party?”
“I’m game,” I say, hoping my nervousness isn’t showing through.
“No need to be nervous,” says Jake. “We won’t bite.”
“At least not hard,” says Luke.
I laugh.
“I might bite, though,” I say.
“It’s all good,” says Jake, opening the door for me and holding it so I can walk through.
“Wait,” says Luke, holding up his hand for me to stop. “I’d better go first. You never know who’s going to be out there. We could have been followed.”
“Lighten up, man,” says Jake.
Luke puts his finger to his mouth, telling us to be quiet.
Luke puts his hand on something on his belt, which I imagine is a gun.
I take a deep breath. I don’t think I’ve even seen a gun before. The danger is real, palatable, and it just makes the situation so much more real, so much more exciting. My skin is bristling with goose bumps of expectation, sexual desire, and anxiety.
Luke walks sideways out the door, doing it in one quick motion, just like the guys in those cop movies do.
“All clear,” he calls back from the other side.
“A little dramatic, eh?” says Jake, chuckling, holding the door open for me.
Their beat up old cop car is parked halfway on the curb.
“Luke was never great at parking,” says Jake.
I laugh, and Luke frowns.
I like how serious he is. There’s something sexy about it. Then again, Jake makes me laugh, which makes me want him just as much as Luke. A brief thought crosses my mind: will I eventually notice differences in how they each fuck, in accordance with their different personalities? There’s still so much I have to learn about sex.
Luke holds the passenger’s side door open for me.
I get inside, and I think this is the first time I’ve been inside their car while conscious and not passed out.
If I could whistle, I’d let out a low whistle, showing I was impressed. The car may look beat up on the outside, and honestly on the inside too. But it’s also decked out with all sorts of gadgets, half of which I don’t know the purpose or use of. There are radios, but also strange looking expensive GPS devices. There are a bunch of extra buttons on the dash board, their functions a mystery to me.
“What’s all this stuff?” I say.
“Stuff for work,” says Luke, starting the car.
“Just toys,” says Jake.
I laugh.
“Those toys have saved our lives plenty of times.”
I can see that they both care deeply about their work, about keeping people safe, but they just respond to things in very different ways. But, underneath their outgoing personalities, they aren’t much different. Well, I’m not so sure about that. After all, I’m just getting to know them.
Suddenly, the screech of tires fills the night.
Headlights are all around us, rushing towards us.
“What’s going on?” I say, practically screaming. My heart is pounding in my chest.
“It’s them!” says Luke, his voice sounding strangely calm.
“See if you can drive between them,” says Jake from the back seat, his voice equally calm, but also deadly serious. “Just like in Philly in 2014.”
Luke just nods. But he doesn’t move a muscle yet. His eyes are scanning, trying to analyze the situation.
Myself, I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know how Jake and Luke are so calm. It seems like there must be ten cars heading right towards us, apparently intent on crashing into us. There’s got to be only a few seconds left before the collision.
“Now!” says Jake.
I hear the sound of metal on metal in the back seat. Is he doing something with his gun? Cocking it? Getting ready for an encounter?
Luke’s foot is already on the accelerator. His hand on is on the gearbox, shifting.
Our car lurches forward. This isn’t an ordinary car. The acceleration pushes me back into my seat.
Somehow, despite how scared and frantic I am, I remember to look down to check to see if I have my seatbelt on.
Two sets of headlights are coming straight at us. One of the cars must be completely on the sidewalk. These must be the same guys who kidnapped me the other night. I shudder to think what will happen to me if they get their hands on me, kidnapping me like they were trying to do the other night.
We’re headed right towards them. We’re going to crash into them at any se
cond.
But somehow Luke has timed it just right. The car heading towards us on the left swerves to avoid something in the street. I’m not sure what it is.
Luke has timed it so that our car lurches between the two oncoming cars just at the right moment. But what happened to the obstacle?
There’s a huge thunk and the horrible sound of metal on metal scraping, scraping endlessly, as we apparently run over whatever obstacle it was.
There’s not enough space on either side of us, and our car is jammed against theirs on either side, stuck between them, just like I was stuck between Jake and Luke. But this isn’t beyond pleasurable. This is the most terrifying moment of my life.
For a moment it seems like our car is going to be stuck between theirs.
I glance over and a gangster in a black ski cap is staring directly at me. There’s malice in his blue eyes, the most terrifying eyes I’ve ever seen on anyone. It sends a shiver down my spine, just looking at him.
A second later, with our engine roaring, Luke’s foot on the pedal, we suddenly blast through the cars and we’re free.
In the backseat, Jake is leaning partially out the window, one of his big, long arms stuck out with his gun in hand. A tremendous sound blasts out of the gun as he fires.
“Got one of their tires!” he cries out.
“Get the other car,” says Luke, his voice calm, his head looking between the windshield and the rearview mirror. His gaze is steady and calm. My heart is still thumping like crazy in my body and the adrenaline has overtaken me, making me feel sick to my stomach and jittery. Not to mention on edge. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Apparently not Jake and Luke. Luke seems as calm as a rock, and as solid, but deadly serious. Jake seems to find the whole thing fun.
Another blast from his gun. The sound ricochets around the car, hurting my ear drums.
Jake cries out in triumph.
We’re driving top speed through the streets.
Luke pulls the emergency brake suddenly, pulling the wheel as sharp as he can, his face still stoic and almost unreadable. But there’s a glint in his eyes. Is he enjoying this action as much as Jake?
Luke and Jake seem made for this type of action… well, that and fucking me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
I’m thrown to the side as the car skids around the corner. But Luke expected it perfectly. We’re racing down a new street now, and Luke turns again, this time in a more conventional manner.
“I think we lost them,” says Luke, his voice barely changed since we were in the bar.
“Thank god!” I say, breathing out a huge sigh of relief.
“Fun, eh?” says Jake from the back, laughing to himself. “You know, I knew I could get the tires.”
“Good shot,” says Luke. “But there are still three more by my count.”
“I thought there must have been ten cars,” I say, my voice probably sounding frantic and frightened.
“Five,” says Jake, from the backseat, sounding serious for the first time in a while. “Nice driving, Luke.”
Luke nods his thanks.
“Let’s get you back to our place,” says Luke. “It’s not going to be safe at your apartment. They seem to be following us. And I don’t trust Jim.”
“Jim? My Jim? The owner of the bar?”
“There’s something fishy about him,” says Jake. “Trust me, we can smell this stuff a mile away. These guys who just tried to collide into us might know too much about you already. You never know.”
“You think they know where I live? And that Jim is in on it?”
“It’s a possibility,” says Luke, gravely.
“But what am I going to do?” I say.
“Stay at our place,” says Jake, jovially. “That’ll give us plenty of time for more… fun.”
Jake
“Well, here’s the old place,” I say, holding the door open for Lexi.
Of course, Luke makes a big show of going in first, checking the place, with his gun drawn.
“This might not be safe for much longer,” says Luke.
“Come on, man,” I say. “You’re being overly careful. We’ve taken all the right steps to make sure no one knows where we live.”
“Is this like a safe house, then?” says Lexi, her eyes wide listening to us talk.
“Not quite,” I say. “But…”
“A safe house has special parameters,” says Luke.
“But we’ve done just about all we could,” I say. “This place won’t show up in any of the normal databases that someone could have access to if they hired someone like a private investigator or used one of those paid internet searches. Hopefully, it doesn’t even show up on the government registries.”
“Not that we’re on the wrong side of the law,” says Luke.
“Not yet,” I say. “But it’s always good to cover all your bases.”
“They could have put a tracker on our car.”
“Come on, man, I checked it twice.”
Luke took an impossibly circuitous route back home, and halfway back, we stopped and I ran our bug detector over the car. It’s a device that looks sort of like an old walky-talky, and it picks up any electronic signals coming from the car that shouldn’t be there.
“So we’re safe here?” says Lexi.
“Yeah,” I say. “Very safe.”
“We should be OK for now,” says Luke, grimly.
“He’s just extremely careful,” I say. “And I can’t fault him for that. He knows what he’s doing.”
“Of course I do,” says Luke.
Lexi is starting to calm down a little, but she’s still nervous. That’s understandable, given that we were just about to be assaulted by five cars full of these gangsters.
I head into the kitchen and grab her some ice cream from the freezer that we’ve been saving for special occasions just like this.
“This will help you calm down a little,” I say. “And I’ll make you some tea, too. Tea has chemicals in it that help you calm down. And the ice cream, well, it just tastes good.”
“The sugar helps, too,” says Luke.
I nod, putting the kettle on to boil and fixing a bowl of chocolate ice cream for Lexi.
“It’s an old trick in our business,” I say. “For witnesses that are really shaken up, and for assault survivors and things like that.”
“I never would have thought,” says Lexi, not even waiting a second to go to town on the ice cream.
The site of her with chocolate on her face makes me laugh. But it also makes my cock start to grow. It only takes a moment before my cock is springing up, pressing against my pants.
Lexi’s eyes move down towards my crotch where my hard cock is. Her eyes widen, even though she’s already seen it naked, and felt it inside her. She gives me a coy little smile that makes my cock even harder.
“So I should stay here?” says Lexi. “For how long?”
“Until we take care of the problem,” says Luke. “Not sure how long that could be.”
“Could be months,” I say. “Just you and us.”
“I like the sound of that,” says Lexi, making sure to lick the chocolate ice cream of the spoon in the most seductive way I’ve ever seen, using her tongue in ways I could have only dreamed of… her soft, warm tongue wrapping itself around the spoon.
My cock longs to be inside her again, an incredible ache that pierces every part of my body.
“Of course,” says Lexi, suddenly seeming to shy away. “I could stay in a hotel, or with a friend. My friend Joanne has a pretty big place that I could stay at.”
It’s funny the way she flits between being the seductive temptress to the shy girl again. We’re going to have to fuck all that shyness out of her. That won’t be hard, but it’s going to be long, hard, intense work. The best kind of work, though.
“It’s no problem,” says Luke.
“No problem at all,” I say, grinning at her. “We’d love to have you.”
“Where will I sleep?�
� says Lexi.
“With us,” says Luke simply, his face impassive. But there’s a hungry desire glistening in his eyes.
“With us,” I say. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty of room.”
“We’ve got to figure out what happened,” says Luke, sitting on the couch with his laptop, his phone, a radio, and some other gear out of his go bag. “And we’ve got to plan our next move.”
“I think it can wait until tomorrow,” I say. “Right, Luke?”
I’ve got to keep Luke on track. He can get lost in his work sometimes.
“After all,” I say. “Lexi’s our guest now. And it’s important we show her a good time. We need to be good hosts.”
Luke’s eyes drift away from his laptop and land on Lexi’s body, taking in her ass and her breasts, her perfect, gorgeous face that her hair hangs messily around, having come undone from her bun in the tumultuous car ride.
“I guess we might be able to wait until tomorrow,” he says. “We’ll have more information that way.”
“That’s the spirit!” I say.
He keeps staring at Lexi, and she catches his gaze and they both hold it.
“Why don’t we show you where you’ll be sleeping?” I say, turning the teakettle off, since I have the idea that tea might not be needed after all.
Lexi just smiles at me and follows me into my room.
“And you both have separate rooms?” she says.
“Of course!” say Luke and I at the same time. “What did you think?”
“I… I don’t know,” she says. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Come on,” says Luke. “I’ll show you my room. It has a better mattress, anyway. You can sleep in there.”
Luke’s room, I have to admit, is a little neater than mine. All of his things are impeccably organized, while I tend to let my stuff move around the room in a, shall we say, more organic manner.
Luke
Jake’s room is a mess, so it’s better that we start in here.
My cock is aching for her, and I can feel the magnetic, sexual draw from her body. I want and need to be inside her.
