Assassin Affairs (9 page)

Laura was
even more of a control freak than was Joanna. She was also bisexual
and had harbored longtime fantasies of the celebrity. While Joanna
whispered details of what had happened and what she wanted from
Laura, Laura began slowly probing every inch of her body.

“Ms.
Jennings, I'm you're best shot at having your daughter returned to
you alive. You know that, don't you?”

“Yes,
Laura.”

“You
want to make sure I'm happy when I leave here, right?”

“Yes,
Laura, that's why I already have your money for you. It's in that
silver case under the window sill.”

“That's
nice, Joanna. I like the way my name sounds when it crosses your
lips. Say it again.”

“Laura.”

Laura used
her knife to cut the straps on Joanna's top. “Now persuade me
to let you kiss me.”

Not wanting
to risk upsetting this new friend as the tip of the blade tickled her
neck, she said, “Laura, you have me so excited, I hope you'll
let me kiss you. Please, please!”

“Okay,
but kiss me like you really mean it.”

Joanna
gently embraced her and began the most sensual kiss she could muster
as she felt Laura's fingers exploring. She had never experienced such
a thing with another woman and was embarrassed at being aroused. Soon
she felt Laura's finger slip inside her, and then a second.
“Oooohhhh,” she panted, tightening her clench.

“I
bet you didn't expect anything like this tonight, did you, honey?”
asked Laura with a wry smirk.

“No,
Laura, I hope I’m making you happy.”

“It's
a good start, darling.”

“What
do you mean 'start'?”

“Use
your imagination. I know you know what makes a woman purr. We've got
another hour until daylight. C'mon, dare to expand your comfort zone,
love,” she whispered, as she nibbled at her earlobe.

“I'm
not sure what you want me to do, Laura.”

She
whispered specifics into Joanna's ear, her wet fingers toying with
her lips.

“Oh
my. I've never done that.”

“All
the better.”

“It's
difficult for me to move with that knife at my throat.”

Laura
folded up the knife and handed it to Joanna. “Here, you can
hold it if that will help. Remember that your chances of getting the
kid back are better if I'm a happy girl, than they are with those
agents out in the other room. You want me smiling when I go out that
window.”

Nearly an
hour later, just as the sun was about to break over the horizon,
Laura said, “You did good tonight. I'll be expecting seconds
when I deliver your kid. Agreed?”

“Okay.”

“A
little more enthusiasm please.”

“Yes,
Laura. I swear I'll do whatever you ask if you bring her home alive.”

“Good,
that motivates me as much as the money, almost. Here's a burner cell
phone. It's got my number programmed into it. Keep it turned on at
all times in case I need to contact you. Call me anytime,
sweet-cheeks. She then picked up the silver case, crawled out the
window and smiled as she disappeared into the predawn night.

As Joanna
laid back in a state of exhaustion, wondering if the last few hours
had really happened or if it had all been yet another one of her
erotic dreams, the phone rang.

“Ms.
Jennings, this is Commissioner Gravina. Please forgive the early
hour, but I knew you'd want to hear right away. We just received a a
written ransom request from Lionel. He enclosed a photograph of
Jessica showing that she's still alive. He's demanding a million
dollars and wants you to deliver it to him alone and in person in a
remote part of Colorado.”

The
Commissioner left out a few details, one of which was the fact that
the FBI already had a rescue plan in the works. He knew she would
probably not approve, preferring to be in charge of any recovery
attempt. The other was that the photo was of Jessica sitting nude on
Lionel's lap, with a big grin showing off her braces. The expression
on her face, however, was clearly one of distress.

Joanna
promptly relayed her limited information to Laura. Having her own
independent sources, Laura obtained a copy of the updated FBI file.
Under normal circumstances, she would have used her established team
in Los Angeles for such a mission. They had all worked well together
on numerous similar cases. However, with things now focusing on
Colorado, she determined it a good time to renew some old
acquaintances.

A year
earlier, she had encountered a couple named Renée and Danny
while on an assignment in New York City. Actually, they had been her
initial targets, but due to extraordinary circumstances, she had
found them to be worthy fellow-contractors and great sex partners.
Danny had been in Special Forces and had spent time as a detective on
a small city's police force. Renée had been an assassin for a
prominent, notorious New York mobster. Destiny had brought them
together.

After a
leave of absence from her marriage to join them in a most-agreeable
sexual threesome for several months, Laura had figured it best to
leave them behind and return to a normal home-life with her husband.
This had proved to be a less-than-fulfilling choice. Her special
friends had decided to give up their old lifestyle and had relocated
to Danny's mountain cabin, somewhere in Colorado, to lead a more
normal life and possibly have some kids. She had their emergency
contact number and welcomed the excuse to reconnect with them. The
next morning she sat with the couple, each in a large rocking chair
on their front porch, overlooking a nearby scenic lake. There were no
neighbors.

“Did
you guys miss me?” she asked in a suggestive tone.

“We
did,” both responded.

“It
feels good having you here with us,” said Renée. “Is
this visit business or pleasure, Laura? You know we've quit that line
of work.”

“It
could be either one or it could be both. No good intention goes
unpunished, and going back with my husband was just like a
punishment. I've often fantasized about our old times together. I had
an encounter last night that really brought things into perspective
for me.”

“Is
this the business or the pleasure part?” asked Danny with a
chuckle.

“I've
had a big case fall into my lap. It could be worth a million dollars
for each of you if you can help me retrieve a kidnapped girl.”

“Is
it the one that's been in the news, that TV star's kid?”

“That's
the one, and she's being held somewhere here in Colorado. The FBI
just got this photo of her with her captor.” She handed them
her copy of the file.

“Oh,
she's cute,” said Renée. “Isn't she just darling,
Danny?”

He nodded.

“Her
mom's not bad either. I introduced her to the lifestyle last night,”
admitted Laura, with the hint of a blush.

Renée
was the one who had introduced Laura to the bisexual pleasures and
said, “Wow, Laura, I'm getting excited just considering all the
possibilities here.”

“I
know what you mean, hon.” said Laura. “The mom has
promised me seconds when I deliver the kid.”

Not wanting
to be left out of the discussion, Danny chimed in, “Let's save
the kid, and then keep her here with us for awhile. She'll need some
time to unwind from her traumatic experience. In her vulnerable
state, we can indoctrinate her to our vices, then have mommy come
here and earn her back, along with the payment.”

“You're
just kidding, right?” asked Laura. “There's a probable
multimillion dollar payment here, Danny. Let's not do anything to put
that at risk.”

“I
think he's mocking us now,” added Renée, looking over at
him with an expression of wonderment.

“It
would be wicked fun,” he said.

“Are
we that wicked?” asked Laura.

Renée
reexamined the photo with keen interest and then shrugged her
shoulders as if to say maybe.

“Joanna
did agree to do whatever I ask if I return her daughter alive,”
said Laura. “I never imagined this scenario, but it's kind of
tantalizing. Once we've got our money, I'm open to anything. So, are
you guys in?”

“Did
you ever want to run through the woods naked, Laura?” Danny
asked.

“Sounds
fun.”

“See
that boat dock at the bottom of the hill?”

“Yeah.”

“How
about when I say “GO”, we all strip naked and race
downhill through the woods to the dock? Last one there is sex slave
for the night to the other two.”

“You
in, Renée?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Wait
a minute. We don't have time for this!” exclaimed Laura. “We're
on a time table here. We have to beat the FBI to her if we want to be
the ones who rescue this girl and get our payment. There's a bonus it
in if this guy suffers an agonizing death.”

“We
haven't said we'd help you yet,” said Danny. “We already
have money and we agreed to give up that business.”

“It's
a lot of money, more than I implied. She's paying ten million when
her daughter is returned to her.”

“We
want even shares,” said Danny. Renée nodded in
agreement.

“Half,
I've give you guys half. That's two and a half million each. It's my
contract. You guys wouldn't even have the option if it weren't for
me.”

“Look
at that photograph again,” said Danny. “I know where he
is. What's that worth?”

“How
could you know that?” Laura asked.

“I've
lived up here on and off for nine years. I know the area. The window
shade in the photo's background is open. I recognize that hilltop. I
can get us close to where they are in an hour.”

“Oh,
okay, an even split,” she conceded.

“What's
the bonus?” Renée inquired.

“She
didn't say, but I'm sure it's worthwhile.”

“Maybe
it's sexual,” Danny snickered. “Either way, we get an
even share.”

“Okay,
let's get going. I've got all my surveillance gear in the SUV I
rented from the airport. I assume you guys have weapons.”

“We
always have guns,” said Renée, “Lots of guns.”

“We
race first. Remember the deal, last one to arrive naked on the boat
dock is sex slave for the night to the other two.”

“We
don't have time for that now, Danny. That dock is a quarter-mile
away, and besides, it's chilly here.”

“Don't
be such a wus, Laura. The run will warm you up. We've got twelve
hours before it's night time. We'll race now, party tonight. The cool
air will make those nipples nice and firm. There's a cleared, winding
path, so you won't even need your shoes.”

“Oh,
all right.”

“Ready,
set....GO!”

Laura let
out a shriek as they all began stripping and as each raced to beat
the other two down the treed incline. Danny led the way; flannel
shirts, jeans and shoes littered the downward trail. Each was
exhausted as they neared the finish line. Danny turned and looked
back at the two woman bounding down the hillside toward him, still
undressing. As he paused to admire the view, both passed him by, then
collapsed onto the old, wooden pier breathless.

“What
did you stop for, Danny?” one of them asked.

“The
view was too good to miss. Two beautiful women tearing over their
clothes as they raced toward me, every part of their nice bodies
bouncing up and down. It was so awesome, a memory I will take to my
grave.”

“Well,”
Laura said panting, trying to catch her breathe, “you're gonna
pay for that tonight. You'd better save your strength, buddy, because
it's been a long time for me and I need a lot of servicing. Plan on
being busy all night long!”

“I
look forward to it,” he said with a smirk.

“Me
too”, said Renée. “I've got towels in the
boathouse, Laura. If you want to see Danny all shriveled up, feel
free to push him into the water, it's ice cold. The shrinkage will
give you a sight you'll long remember, too.”

The next
sound heard was one of Danny splashing into the frigid lake shouting
“Aggghhhhh!!”

Using the
photo of Lionel and Jessica and the hilltop view for guidance, it was
about three hours later when they located a mountainside cabin that
seemed a prime candidate.

“How
do we find out if this is the right place?” asked Renée.
“All the window shades are drawn, except for that one on the
cabin's lakeside, but it's too high to see into. Should I pretend to
be lost and knock on the door?”

“No,
hon, I did say I stowed my gear in the back of the truck. I brought
my thermal detection unit, it will show us how many live bodies are
inside,” said Laura.

It didn't
take her long to set it up.

“I
see two warm bodies. One appears to be sitting at a table, the other
is upright against a wall.”

“Maybe
he hung her up as a decoration or a trophy. Laura, what do we know
about this guy?” asked Danny.

“The
file says he's spent a lot of time institutionalized, he calls his
penis Mr. Lenny, he has the emotional and mental development of a
ten-year-old. He's probably sitting there reading comic books or
watching cartoons. I doubt he even has a gun. It should be a
cakewalk. Wait a minute, he's on the move! He's moving her from the
wall to the bed.”

“Oh,
let me see!” said Renée.

All three
stared at the thermal visual as the two interacted on the bed. “Oh
my God, I think I see Mr. Lenny!” one shouted. They all
chuckled admiringly.

“We'd
better get up there,” said Danny. “I've seen enough.
Let's see if the windows or doors are unlocked, or if we have to
smash in one of them.”

“Let's
try to sneak in and watch,” said Renée. “How many
chances do we get to make lasting visual memories?”

“Quite
a lot today,” laughed Laura, looking at Danny's crotch.

“Very
funny,” he snarled.

A short
while later, they tip-toed onto the cabin's front porch. The windows
and front door were locked. Renée tried peaking through the
draped windows. There was a tiny opening.