Torn (Jay Gunner, #1) (8 page)

Amanda added, “Wish I only had a little neck sting. They made a mess of me.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Lee. I know you’re not feeling well. I have just a couple of questions. Is that OK?”

I jumped in, “Please make them short. Amanda needs to be in bed.”

“Yes of course. Ms. Lee, did you get a good look at your assailants?”

“No Sir, not at all. As I told the police it happened so fast. I entered the house and was punched and kicked before even turning on the lights. I only know two men wearing black masks and jumpsuits worked me over. As I was lying on the floor, they picked up two bags of our stuff and were gone.”

“What did they take?”

“Before police arrived, I staggered around and noticed my jewelry and Jay’s Apple laptop missing. I noticed I was dripping blood everywhere and stopped looking.”

“Were the men Chinese?”

“I don’t know. They were wearing all black, had on facemasks, and punched me before I knew what was happening. I have no idea if they’re white, black, brown or yellow. “

I thought it enough. “Fellows, let’s give Amanda a break. She’s under medication, but still hurting and needs rest.”

Agent Bright said, “Sure, we understand. Sorry to intrude, but this is a crime scene. We’re not asking you to leave, but need to look around. The computer is what they wanted. Where did you keep it?”

I showed them to my desk. With the laptop missing, there was only the Apple USB Superdrive unit on the desktop alongside a notebook. Looking at the floor, I noticed my briefcase missing. Oh shit. I couldn’t decide if that was good news or bad news. The FBI doesn’t have the top secret documents, but someone does. Like a fool I hadn’t burned them as Brian suggested.

Ordinary crooks wouldn’t know or care about pieces of paper. But anyone after top secret computer files would recognize the importance of the documents.

I no longer felt safe in the condominium or in Hong Kong. 

A
manda couldn’t believe our bad luck. She’d decided on Bali for our vacation, and arranged hotel reservations for the first two weeks in August. Now with three cracked ribs, it hurt her to get out of bed and walk as far as the bathroom.

“Jay we’ll have to cancel our vacation plans. I can’t go out with my eye and nose all puffed up. Everyone would think you beat me.”

I didn’t laugh at her little joke. “Sweetheart, it’s your ribs I’m worried about. You groan every time you move. I know even with pills you’re in pain. If you pop any more, you’ll become a junkie.”

“I need them. I can’t stand pain. My ribs are killing me. At least my eye is healing and I can breathe through my nose again.”

“Your eye shouldn’t be a problem. You could always wear sunglasses. You would anyway. You know how cool you look in those $350 designer shades.”

“I don’t feel so cool. Damn those thieves. Stealing our stuff and ruining our vacation before it even started.”

“Just try and get well. We’ll still go to Bali. Even though we’ll have to wait until December. Markets pick up from September to the first of December. That’s my busiest time of year. Christmas and New Year in Bali would be good; a real blast. Let’s plan on that.”

The rest of the week I felt stressed. I tried to help Amanda as she recovered from her wounds. I found I wasn’t a good caretaker. I tired of fixing meals, fetching juice and water, bringing pills, and taking her to doctor appointments.

Joy was great about filling in at the office, but the interruption to my trading routine was upsetting. And expensive. I didn’t dare make new trades while under such stress.

Amanda had a low tolerance for pain. Her constant bitching was depressing. I realized I liked Amanda better as a part time girlfriend. Life was more balanced and pleasant when she traveled half the time.

The best thing about the remainder of the week was I didn’t hear from the FBI. I thought that unpleasant business might be over. Agent Cooper seemed satisfied I knew nothing about the break in and missing computer. I hoped he thought my contact with Brian was causal, and had nothing to do with stolen government files. 

Near noon of the Friday New York trading day Joy and I were about to call it a wrap. It was approaching midnight in HK.

“How’s Amanda doing?” Joy looked like she was concerned.

“Better, thanks. Another couple weeks and she’ll be fine. She still hurts when she moves around, but the ribs are healing.”

“I’m glad.” As I sat at my desk Joy came behind the chair, wrapped arms around shoulders, kissed my cheek and caressed my chest. My reaction to the awkward embrace surprised me. I had an instant hard on.

Sensuous memories of the night spent together swept over me. I tried to suppress thoughts of her naked body next to mind but could not. A raging fever burned; one I must take care of.

“Joy, I don’t want you to think me an animal, but I want you; right here, right now.”

“We’re here alone, and the office door locked. What’s holding you back tiger? Can’t decide if its love making you want or some strange?”

“I don’t want to lie. Thanks to you I feel confused about my relationship with Amanda. Maybe I love you both. Trying to figure it out.”

“Maybe you don’t love anybody but yourself. Just like fucking. Ever think of that?”

“That hurts. Hope I’m not that cold. I care for you. And my feelings are growing stronger. But I live with Amanda. I thought I loved her, but now I don’t know.”

Joy asked, “So do I have a chance? I’m crazy about you.” 

I melted under Joys gaze. She made me crazy hot. I said, “I’ve been trying to control my desire. But it’s hopeless. I want you.”

“And I want you. I’ve been dreaming you take me on the conference table. It might seem a little strange but my fantasy has a good ending. Are you up for it?”

“Joy one of your kisses gets me up for anything you want. As soon as you touched me, I was up and ready.”

“Let’s stop talking and start doing.” Joy bent over and bit my neck. It hurt, but increased my passion.

I turned and took Joy’s hand, “You’re a little crazy. You know that, don’t you?”

Joy said, “You make me crazy. I didn’t expect this, but can’t help my feelings. They’ve evolved into a passion I can’t control. We’ve had a good year together. We make good partners.”

I pulled Joy close and squeezed her buttocks. I rose to kiss her luscious half open, inviting sweet mouth. She moaned and pulled me closer, deepening the passionate kiss. I broke away to whisper, “I don’t know where this is going. I want you to know that.”

“I know it’s complicated. We spend so much time together. During the trading day we must act cool. Stay in control. No one must know.”

“I know you're beautiful. You make me crazy.”

“What about Amanda? Maybe you love her. Maybe I love you. I’m not sure. Even if you don’t love me, I know I want you now.”

“Joy, I know I care. You're all I think about. I’d suffer if I didn’t see you.”

“That’s good enough for now. Let’s feel and enjoy, not over think our situation.”

We entered the conference room and turned off the lights. Far below the harbor glistened. Bathed in neon light, the splendor of Hong Kong spread beneath us. In the evening air moonlight reflected off the buffed dark mahogany table, and danced in Joy’s eyes.

She teased me. Joy glided near the windows where moonlight played across her body. The silk dress dropped to the floor. She stood for a moment in black lacy panties and bra. The sight of moonlight shining off her curvy figure increased my desire and anticipation. Her actions were so unexpected. There was much for me to learn about Joy.

A quick movement and her soft bra fell to the floor, revealing pert breasts begging for my caress. Crimson colored nipples pointed upward, defying gravity. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted her more than ever; more than anything.

My love goddess moved close and unbuttoned my shirt. Hands moved to unfasten belt, then unzipped pants. She went to one knee, pulling down boxer shorts to free my swollen throbbing cock. Teasing it with tongue, she grasped it with both hands, guiding the stiff member to the soft wet flesh of her mouth.

A few head bobbing strokes and I was close to release; but not yet, not yet. Joy rose and pressed her body against my hardness. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. I found a nipple with tongue and sucked, delighted with the taste. It was so good. I wanted more.

Joy smiled and backed up to the conference table. Lying on her back long legs dangled off the edge with feet touching floor. I took the hint and pulled black panties off burying my mouth in her trimmed landing strip. I nibbled at soft pubic hair along her slit. She gasped and grabbed my shaggy hair with both hands; guiding my tongue to her most sensitive wetness.  

I started to speak; to tell Joy I loved her.

Joy interrupted, “Don’t say anything. It’s not necessary.”

I spread wet folds with thumb and index finger and flicked tongue to clit. Waves of pre orgasm pleasure radiated throughout her body. I thought my hair would be pulled out by the roots.

“Jay, it’s like my dream.”

I placed my free hand on her breast marveling at how firm and hard the nipple in contrast to the rounded contours of creamy breast. Convulsions of pure pleasure transferred to my manhood. I thought I would explode.

I felt foolish for not having a condom hidden in my wallet. Fear of Amanda’s snooping and the unexpected attention of Joy caused that awful mistake.

I wanted to bring her to orgasm. She had earned it. I sucked on her clit, then swirled my tongue hard against her pebble head. I felt her whole body trembling. Joy cried out, screams of pleasure reverberating through the room. Her back arched as pleasure waves of orgasmic spasms surged through her.

Joy gasped, “I’ve never felt such pleasure. I want more. Much more. I want you inside me.”

My cell phone rang. I looked at my watch. My God, 1:30 AM. It could only be Amanda.

T
wo weeks after the apartment break in Amanda returned to work. I felt a little guilty as I told her a lie.

“I’ll miss you honey.”

Amanda gave me a skeptical look and said, “I bet you’re ready for a break. Be honest.”

“No baby. I’m just glad you’re on your feet again without yelling out with pain. And your eye looks fine. The scar is completely covered by your eyebrow. Feeling OK?”

“I’m fine. See you in two days.”

I watched her walk to the pickup van. I still loved her sweet ass, but was ready for a break. As Amanda reached the curb, her best girlfriend Noi jumped out of the van to hug her. After embracing Noi, she turned, gave a quick wave, and entered the vehicle. As the van pulled away I felt a sense of relief. It was early Monday morning. I’ll ask Joy to dinner tonight.

I started my short walk from the condo to the Star Ferry pier. A black van with black shaded windows pulled to the curb beside me. Two Chinese guys jumped out, leaving the van door open.

“Get in.” one of them ordered.

“Who are you guys? What do you want?”

“No questions. Get in before we hurt you.” The guy looked tough, but I thought I could take him. I wasn’t sure about two at one time.

“Fuck you guys. I don’t get into vans with strangers.”

The men moved in. One grabbed my arm. I smashed him in the face with an elbow, and then took his legs out with a vicious sweeping inside kick. He went down hard. The other thug looked surprised, but determined. He took a big swing at my face. It was easy to block.

In return, I threw a right hook to his kidney. He collapsed to his knees, face contorted with pain. Striking is something I worked hard at. Under the circumstances, I had a weird thought. I owed my trainer thanks for pushing and torturing me.   

The first guy rose to one knee. I followed the first rule of street fighting. Never give your opponent a break. I smashed his face with a powerful leg kick. Blood squirted from a broken nose. They had enough and with the big man supporting the other staggered to the van. The driver was glad to speed away into traffic. No way had he wanted a piece of that action.

I yelled after them, “Fuck you bastards. I’m just getting warmed up.”

I hadn’t even worked up a sweat. But who were those guys? What did they want? Did they expect like some pussy I’ll get in the van? I could only think of the stolen computer. Whoever these low lives worked for must have examined my computer, and found nothing but trading software. They must know there’s another computer with classified top secret files.

By the time I entered the office, I worried about another attack. If they knew about the computer, they must know about my contact with Brian. Had he sold out to some foreign government? Could he be a prisoner?  Was the Hong Kong Triad involved? These creeps knew where I lived. Next time they’d be better prepared to get what they wanted. What about Amanda? They might use her to get at me. Shit. This is bad.

A
s usual Joy beat me to the office. A fresh pot of brewed coffee was waiting. After my unexpected workout I was disturbed, but didn’t want to alarm Joy.

“Good morning, Jay. Amanda working today?” Joy was wearing one of her smashing silk dresses. And that perfume. The combination never failed to arouse me. I was under her spell.

“Yup, a two day trip. That gives me a needed break. How about dinner tonight?”

“Only if you promise to take me someplace nice after dinner. My fantasy of making love on the conference table was best left a fantasy. My clit loved it, but my ass is still sore from living my dream.”

“I promise. Love making will be better. We’ll take our time in comfortable surroundings. You’ll enjoy special treatment.”

“How can I turn that down? I’ll need to leave early to change clothes and freshen up.”

I looked at Joy and smiled, “I love your dress. No need to change. You look fantastic in silk.”

“I’m glad you approve. Why do you think I have so many? But a shower is a must, so I need to go home. I wouldn’t feel comfortable at your place. Believe me, Amanda would somehow know.”

“We can shower at the hotel. Designer toiletries come with the room.”