Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance (10 page)

“I suspected,”
Rick responded. “The women in blue?”

“Yes,” he
said. “Field agents. They pick them younger and younger.
Probably will trade the information for access to some pop star from
Europe. Please be safe and I will see you again.”

He stood up shook
their hands and left, the employee locking the door behind him. The
shop owner took a long hard look at Rick and Monique after Yuri left.
The meaning was obvious.

“Time to go,”
Rick told her. “The owner kept the place open for Yuri now he
wants us to leave.”

Monique grabbed her
hand bag, put on her jacket and left with Rick. Their car was still
unmolested on the side street where they had parked it. On the way to
the car, Rick looked at the address Yuri had given him and frowned.

“Other side of
town,” he told her. “Some drive, but we’ll have to
take it.”

Rick drove her to the
warehouse on the other side of St. Petersburg. It was now close to
eleven on a Friday night and the party crowd was beginning to file
into the streets. Stretch limos blocked the avenues and traffic cops
did what they could to keep the cars moving. Rick was able to get
around the worst of it and find the warehouse using the address Yuri
had given him.

He parked the car in
a small area behind the warehouse and brought Monique out with him.
Monique was tired and ready to lay down somewhere from all the
running around they had done. But first they had to get inside the
place. She zipped up her jacket when they left the car and made their
way to the rear entrance just like Yuri had told him. Using the paper
and a flashlight, Rick punched in the security code into the digital
lock on the door. He waited.

Two seconds later a
green light appeared over the lock and the sound of a door popping
open could be heard. Rick pulled it open and stepped inside. It was
pitch black on the inside, but he felt around for a light switch as
Monique joined him in the warehouse. He flicked the switch up and the
warehouse was flooded by light from the inside. Monique shut and
locked the door behind her.

The warehouse was of
a new construction and had a poured concrete floor. It was smooth and
had been coated with epoxy to make it easier to clean. To their right
were the manager’s office and a shipping clerk’s station.
A small building in front of them served as both a locker room and
break area. Beyond the work areas was the reason for the enhanced
security: racks and racks of furs.

Monique had never
seen so many animal pelts gathered in one place. Different furs were
sorted according to animal and color. The racks were mounted on
wheels to make them easier to move around the warehouse. She put her
hand on a chinchilla pelt and felt its softness. She had an aunt who
owned a mink coat, but she only wore it to special occasions. Each
pelt had a tag attached to it showing the source, quality and
destination. The furs had been tanned prior to being shipped and the
entire warehouse smelt like tanning acid.

She turned to see
Rick pull some of the furs off the rack and set them on the floor.
Soon, he had quite a pile. She went over and watched him, wondering
what he was up to. Then it hit her: he was making a bed for the both
of them. Rick walked away and flipped a few switches. Soon most of
the lights were off leaving just enough on to illuminate the front of
the warehouse. The air was cold, but not freezing; she could still
see her breath through the light that remained.

“Do you think
this is such a good idea?” Monique asked him, “Putting
the furs on the floor? I mean, won’t they get dirty?”

“A lot of
things are about to get dirty,” Rick told her, pulling off
Monique’s jacket. He tossed it to one side of the pile of furs
he’d made on the floor.

Before Monique could
say anything, Rick was unbuttoning her top and removing her bra. He
unzipped her pants and pulled her to him, giving her some of the
warmth lacking in the warehouse. Their clothes were off in seconds
and both of them were naked on the pile of furs. Rick pulled more of
the pelts over them to keep them warm. She felt his hot flesh under
the furs and Rick’s erection on her leg. He’d thought
this whole thing up the minute they entered the warehouse, Monique
realized.

She felt the soft
pelts on her back as Rick slid over on top of her. Monique couldn’t
believe how hard he was after what they had been through. Rick began
kissing her face and she grabbed his hair, taking control of her
lover’s head. She held him close, just wanting to enjoy the
sensations of making love on furs. She contrasted the soft fur
surrounding her with the rough hair on his body. She pushed him down
and felt his mouth work its way down to her waist. Monique was in
heaven as Rick’s tongue found her own soft fur between her legs
and gently kissed it. She spread her legs back and gave him more room
to work.

Monique couldn’t
see Rick, but she could feel him kissing down each leg and working
his way back. She put one heel on his back and rubbed down it. She
felt him go to work on the space between her legs and wanted her head
to fly off. Somehow she didn’t find it strange her life was in
danger and she was getting love from the biggest hunk she’d
ever met. Monique had no trouble believing everything about Rick, if
he did his job half as well as he made her feel, he would be
successful in any field. She put her other leg down his back and felt
his hard back muscles under her foot. She could feel his rough scalp
between her thighs and gently touched his head with her fingers,
guiding him to where she wanted the attention.

“Oh, honey,”
she told him, “You lips are golden. Just keep what you are
doing.”

Rick slowed down and
put just enough pressure on her sweet spot to hold her on the edge
while he slid two fingers inside. Monique tossed her head back as she
gripped him between her thighs and begged for him not to stop. She
was very close and didn’t want to hang back. But Rick had other
plans and slid up, working his way up to her face with his mouth.

In spite of the cold,
they were both dripping with sweat. Rick didn’t even want to
know the value of the pelts they were laying on, he’d hand them
up later and apologize if Yuri said anything, but he was certain what
they were doing was a common occurrence in the warehouse. Russian
women liked their furs and anyone with access to those pass codes
could have a fun evening after the bars closed. How many people were
walking around in fur coats that had been the liner for a three-way
or more?

Rick was on top of
Monique and gently planting kisses on her lips. He played with her
hair and she told him how much she liked his touch. He couldn’t
believe he had to go on a dangerous mission to St. Petersburg to find
the woman of his dreams. Rick slid his hands down her back and felt
the soft roundness of her butt cheeks. God, she had plenty. He held
on to her thighs as she guided him inside her with one hand and let
out another moan once he’d entered her. She was very wet and
loved the sensation he had of riding back and forth inside her. He
began to move faster, the fur pelts giving him a soft base to work
his manhood into her body. Monique tossed her heels over his legs and
gasped as she felt him inside her.

She was getting very
close; she could feel the orgasm begin to movie inside her, to make
her feel loved and full. Rick grabbed her thighs hard and pushed in
and out with a faster rhythm. She cried out as she began to climax
over and over again. She came in waves, soaking him and the furs
beneath them. Rick held her very tight and worked himself repeatedly
until he started to climax too.

With his final
thrust, he began to cum hard, so hard he thought he might pass out.
Rick tried to pull out, but Monique held him tight and didn’t
let him go, forcing him to finish inside her. She screamed at the
same time he released. Monique had done so because she felt his hot
love potion shoot inside her, making her feel very warm and loved on
the soft furs. Rick had tensed before climaxing, then jerked on top
of her in a series of spasms which let her know he’d climaxed.

They dozed off to
sleep in each other’s arms while buried in the furs. Rick
kissed her as she drifted off, curled up to him. She felt so warm
against his body.

They slept for a few
hours until Rick heard a motion outside the warehouse. He shot up in
the fur pile and clamped a hand over Monique’s mouth. There
were voices outside and the thin walls of the warehouse did not keep
them out. He put one finger to his mouth and as a way to warn Monique
not to say or do anything. She understood and nodded.

The sounds of the
voices were getting louder. Rick wrapped the furs around him and
listened to what was being said.

“And they’re
in there?” he heard a voice say.

“Both of them,”
another voice confirmed. “The American man and his Black
girlfriend. Keep your voice down, he’s experienced and knows
how to get out of tight situations. I want them both alive. And I
want the super drive as well, so don’t let them damage it.”

Rick returned to
Monique, who already had her clothes back on. He rapidly dressed as
they heard the sound of footsteps move to the door. Before they could
reach the junction box, Rick ran to the outer side, took out his
knife and ripped through the connections. There were a few sparks and
then silence. As he expected, a power failure would automatically
lock down the door. He listened to what was being said on the other
side.

“Damn code
doesn’t work,” a voice said in Russian. “Are you
sure this is the code they gave you? I don’t even get a
response.”

“It’s
what he gave me. Look, the car we’ve been trying to find is
here too. I told you, we can trust them.”

“Then you
better call them,” the first voice replied. “Here, take
my cell phone.”

Rick took Monique’s
hand and walked around the perimeter of the warehouse. The emergency
lighting was on which allowed him enough light to see where they
needed to go. Rick checked the walls for any quick exit and made sure
both the super drive and keys were in his pocket.

“We’ve
been betrayed,” he told Monique. “I heard the men talking
outside. Someone told them where to find us. They must be with the
SVR. I’m going to try and find a way out that we can use. I’ll
try and get us to the car.”

“What are we
going to do when we reach the car?” Monique asked him. She was
terrified and in love at the same time.

“I’ll
worry about that when we get to the car.”

Rick found the exit
door he was looking for with the same kind of lock bar you would see
anywhere in the world. He waited until the sounds became louder on
the other end of the building. Whoever was on the phone wasn’t
happy this quick tip on where they could be found wasn’t
playing out. He heard some angry words spoken in Russian on this end
and some garbled ones back on the phone. Rick worried there would be
more SVR men luring outside the warehouse and put his hand on the
bar.

“Wish me luck,”
he told Monique who planted a kiss on his lip. “We get out of
here I’m buying you the biggest diamond engagement ring anyone
ever saw.”

He slammed his hand
onto the bar and the door swung open. There was no one on the other
side, but that wouldn’t last long. Rick gently pulled Monique
behind him and closed the door as quietly as he could. The door
locked itself with a light click, not liable to be heard on the other
side of the building. The car they had used was sitting where Rick
had parked it and was undisturbed. He could see no other men around
the parking lot and the gate was open. For some reason, whoever had
come to pick them up was doing it with as little a footprint as
possible.

“I’m
going to get the car,” he told Monique. “I want you to
wait here. I’m going to get in it and hope they don’t see
me. When I start the engine up, I’ll leave the passenger door
unlocked and drive back here. Do you trust me?”

Monique nodded and
tried to hold back a sniffle.

“Good,”
he told her, putting another kiss on her lips. “Because I love
you.”

Rick slipped into the
shadows, doing his best to keep from being seen by the men who were
after them. Rick crept silently along the fence line until he reached
the car. Rick checked to make sure it was still locked, and then
gently opened the door. Too late he remembered the dome light as the
car lit-up the back parking lot. He jumped inside and started the car
as the sound of men shouting came from the front of the warehouse.

The car raced to the
back entrance where Monique was waiting for him. She leaped into the
car and slammed the door shut as Rick floored the gas pedal and sent
it racing through the parking lot. Two bullets popped through the
rear window and Rick used his free hand to push Monique down into the
car seat. The car roared out into the main street and flew away from
the warehouse.

He drove it through
St. Petersburg until Rick was sure he wasn’t being followed.
The current state of affairs wouldn’t last. Once the SVR found
out he’d flown the nest, they would comb the city looking for
him. He was on their turf and it wouldn’t be long until they
had them both. This was why it was crucial they make the connection
tomorrow with the director. In three hours he could make a phone call
to the number given to him and find out if there had been any changes
to the meeting he was supposed to have. Until then, they had to find
another place to take it easy without attracting attention.

“Your friend
sold you out,” Monique finally spoke up. “What are you
going to do now?”

“Find us
another place to hide,” he told her scanning the buildings near
the river for a place to pull over.

It was an hour later
when Rick found what he was looking for. Near an embankment on the
Neva River he spied twelve cars facing the direction where the sun
would be rising. Since he knew why they were all there, he pulled
into an empty space between two of them and killed the engine.
Without saying a word he left the car and made it appear as if he was
checking a tire in the rear of his car. Satisfied no one was
watching, Rick ducked over the back of his car and removed the
license plate. He went to adjoining car and made sure it had a St.
Petersburg plate too, and then he removed it. Without alerting the
inhabitants of the car next to him, he switched the plates. Finally,
he climbed back in the car and waited.