Authors: RPcrazy and Desertrats
Category: DRR
Rating: NC-17 (explicit language, violence, graphic sex scenes, F/F slash)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes, DRR, Romance/Smut, Post The Truth, Adventure, Mytharc, Fun and Games.), New characters, Gibson, Mulder, Scully, Follmer, Skinner.
Summary: Doggett and Reyes were on the run fearing for their lives. They'd seen the helicopters arrive and shoot missiles at the dwelling in the desert; they'd left Mulder and Scully heading off in the opposite direction. The X-Files has been shut down, their lives were most likely in danger and the fate of their colleagues hung in shadow. Returning to DC held too many uncertainties so they decided to make their way east to a new life, fighting the fight undercover with the help of new colleagues, until it was safe to come home.
Notes: Desertrats has written the Reyes POV and RPcrazy wrote on behalf of Doggett. Candy is RPC's creation and Roxanne and Eric are DR's masterpieces.
BIG NOTE: This is definitely ADULTS ONLY reading. If you're in any way offended by what you read here either skim or go read another fic.
That said - anyone who remains is in for a WILD RIDE! ENJOY!!!
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Chapter One
Reyes:
John looked back to see what way Mulder and Scully were heading.
"We're definitely not going to follow them. And going back to D.C. is out of the question right now. Any suggestions?" John had both hands on the wheel as the Expedition bounced through the rough New Mexico dirt terrain. I had an idea, but wasn't sure it would work out.
"You mean lay low for a while." I said.
"Our lives are probably in just as much danger as theirs and I have this funny feeling we don't have jobs anymore since our office got trashed."
There was this huge lump in my throat. I know what we did was the right thing; testifying on Mulder's behalf and warning him and Scully that they were in danger. My heart was still pumping in overdrive from confronting Rohrer and his unusual death since we weren't supposed to be able to kill these "super soldiers" or whatever they were. Everything John and I had worked so hard for, all of the evidence, everything that we have seen is gone. We have nothing but each other now.
"There is a possibility," I started as I bit my thumbnail.
"What?"
"I might know someone in California. Lucerne Valley. He might be able to help us out. That is, if he is still there." My nerves were starting to show in my expressions.
"Who?" We approached the highway and John turned onto the pavement heading out towards California.
"I used to work with him in New York. He was a major computer hacker and one day he just up and left the FBI. Last time I heard he was in Lucerne Valley. Why there I will never know, it is pretty desolate. Rumor had it that he was dealing in fraudulent passports, credit cards; stuff like that. Apparently he thought crime paid better than the Bureau."
"Sounds like a real charmer." John looked over to see the worry on my face. "I know what you're thinking and I am thinking the same thing. We're going to stick together no matter what Monica. I am not going to leave you." He placed his hand on my knee. The touch sent tingling sensations down to my toes. If we weren't in such a hurry to get the hell away from all of this I would have him stop the car right now. What the hell, we don't have to worry about that rule anymore. I unlatched my seatbelt and leaned up against him and dozed off as we drove down the highway.
When I woke up it was pitch black out and we were still in the middle of nowhere. I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on what was ahead of us.
"Where are we?" I asked. I was still pretty groggy.
"Glad you're awake. We're in Barstow on highway 247 heading towards this Lucerne Valley."
Had I been asleep that long? John had this smile on his face that I had never seen before. I just wanted him to stop so I could feel his body all over. I don't know if it was fear fueling me right now or if it was just the adrenaline catching up to me.
"Just go until you reach the 18 and you will see this dirt road on the other side of the highway. Just go straight." About twenty minutes later we were at the junction. John drove straight across and about seven miles up we came across this mobile home with five satellite dishes hanging off the eve pointing south.
"This it?" John asked as he looked out the windshield.
"How many shacks have this many dishes hanging off of the side of the house. This has got to be it." We both got out of the Expedition and approached the house with some caution. Fraud criminals can be a little touchy about Federal Agents. Especially if they have worked for the Bureau previously. Loud music blasted from one end of the house, so I went to that end. John went around to the other end. I tried to peak into the back window, but I was blinded by a motion sensitive flood light on the side of the house. I heard a shotgun blast come from the other side of the house and ran as fast as I could with my gun drawn. I came around to see a tall man with short blonde hair pointing a shotgun at John.
"Down on your knees, white boy!" he yelled. I recognized the voice. We were at the right place. I pointed my gun at his head and cocked the hammer back so he could hear the clicking sound of it.
"You get on your knees." I ordered him.
The man set the rifle on the ground and raised his hands in the air. He slowly turned to face me.
"Oh my God," he said, "You're kidding me, right?" The astonishing look on his face was priceless. "Monica, what the hell are you doing here? Have you any idea what time it is?"
I put my gun back into its holster. "Actually, no. I just know it's dark outside and I am really in need of your help. What are you doing up?"
" Chronic insomnia, what's your excuse? Who's this guy with you? He FBI, too?" He pointed at John.
"John, this is Eric. Eric, John." Eric shook John's hand. I quickly checked to see if there was that weird spine on his neck.
"What is it you guys need?" We walked into his tidy abode.
"New identities. Credit cards. You name it." I said.
"No way. I can't do it. I already have the Feds up my ass as it is, so I'm not sure I can do anything for you." I could tell he was making excuses.
I looked into the hallway to see that there were two suitcases packed and ready. John leaned up against the door.
" Plan on going somewhere? Let me put it to you this way: You don't give us what we want, I am going to get on the phone to the Los Angeles field office and have your ass put in jail. Where is it?" I started walking toward one of the back bedrooms where there were a couple of computers, a server, scanners, some cash laying on a desk, and a digital camera. "I could have all of this confiscated and you could be doing some serious time for making fake ID's." I grabbed my cell phone out of my back pocket. I just felt like being a bitch right now and no one was going to say no to me.
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"Okay, I'll do it. Christ. Why are you in such dire need of this stuff anyway?" Eric sat down at the desk and brought up his fake ID program. "You running from something? That's not like you."
"It's a long story and I don't have time to explain it." John stated. "What I'd like to know is how a programmer like you goes from the FBI to fraud. I despise people like you."
"John, he's all we have right now. We're not exactly on the right side ourselves." I told him as I leaned up against the door jam.
"No, Mon, it's alright. It all comes down to a guy named Follmer. He had my ass set up to look like I was embezzling money from the FBI offices. Namely some bank accounts that belonged to organized crime. He got pissed off at me because I had an interest in his girlfriend at the time."
John looked across at Monica. "Not to mention I knew about his problem with taking money from criminals, only I couldn't prove it. Funny how that works." He paused for a moment as he worked. "So now I do stuff like this. Requires some moving around to elude the FBI, but the money people pay me is much better than what the Bureau was paying me. It also comes with some regrets when you sell it to people like terrorists who attack this country. Just happened to sell a couple of passports and credit cards to some Al Quaeda members, so that it is why I need to get the hell out of here. What is strange is the FBI hasn't kept as close of an eye on me lately."
John looked like he was going to fall over from lack of sleep. Eric looked back at both of us.
"You might as well get some rest. This is going to take me a little while to see what I can give you to make it all look legit."
I grabbed John by the front of his blue shirt and pulled him with me into the bedroom across the hall. I sat on the king-size bed and looked up at John: He had those worry lines creasing his forehead that I do not like seeing.
"I don't trust that guy," John said under his breath.
"He's trustworthy enough. He knows he owes me favor because he knows I could have had him locked up a long time ago. He actually let me know where he has been, so I think we are quite fortunate to have him on our side." I patted the comforter next to me to have John sit down. "I don't bite. You need to get some sleep, John."
John sat down next to me and then lay down on his back. I was in such a need for a shower from sitting in that truck for the last couple of days. I looked over at John to ask if he wanted to join me, but he had dozed off already. I stripped down out of my clothes and went into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as it would go. I didn't bother asking Eric because I knew he would let me do anything despite the fact our close friendship had been neglected for the last few years. I stepped into the shower letting the hot water bounce off of my body. I washed my hair and just stood under the stream; it relaxed my preexisting tension so much. I felt a cool breeze wash across my back. I turned to see the shower curtain open slightly and John standing there with a serene look on his face.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly.
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He just stood there in admiration. "My God you are beautiful." He reached a hand in and rubbed my low back. I turned to face him, exposing my naked body for him to see. He placed both hands about my waist and leaned in to kiss me. I opened my mouth to taste him as his tongue pushed past mine in its desire. I put a hand on each side of his face, feeling the stubble from not shaving. I didn't care. I wanted him.
His kiss was something to consume, sending hot flashes throughout my body. I pulled him in closer to me, getting his shirt caught in the shower's stream. The kiss got more passionate and I found myself removing John's shirt to expose his bare chest. He broke off the kiss for a moment to take off the rest of his clothes and joined me in the steaming hot shower. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. We stared into each other's eyes and then entwined into another passionate kiss.
I could feel him getting hard for me which excited me even more. I could feel myself getting wet despite the water washing me down. He pressed into me, placing kisses down my neck to my collarbone. Tingles went to my feet turned into numbness the harder he pressed.
"J-j-ohn," I could barely get his name out as I held onto him tightly, digging my nails into his back. Our mouths met again, tongues in passionate dance. I kissed his neck and moved my way down to his collarbone and chest, nibbling on each nipple, giving him goosebumps.
My tongue chased down his abdomen and up again to his mouth that was open and ready for me. I could still taste the saltiness from sweating in the desert heat. I kissed him again and he wrapped his fingers through my wet hair pulling it ever so slightly. He let go and moved them to my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him press up against me. Without any penetration he was giving me feeling of euphoria I had only dreamed of. I couldn't stop kissing him; he tasted so good to me and I know he felt the same about me.
He tightened his hold on me, pressing into me even harder. I can't take this. I have to have him now. There was pounding in my pelvic bone that only he could cure and the tension in my stomach was becoming unbearable. John set me back down on my feet where I grabbed hold of his thick, hard erection. He gasped and looked deep into me with his baby blue eyes.
"I want you," I whispered to him.
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Doggett:
I'd wanted her for quite a while now but was waiting for the appropriate time. In my mind it wasn't right carrying on a sexual relationship while we were partners so that was holding me back. I knew she wanted me too, her face and gestures said it all. Maybe if she'd expressed herself to me verbally then that may have swayed my decision to break all the rules and go that step further. All the touches, caresses, handholding and smiles over the past years had built up a desire in me that had been overwhelming.
While her head rested on me as we drove the long way to California it had given me a lot of time to think. Our situation had changed drastically in such a short time. When would we be able to go back home? We were probably in such grave danger that even using our credit cards or phoning home could put us in jeopardy. Even though what lay before us is unknown territory I am pleased that I'll be going through this with Monica at my side.
When and if we can ever come home our relationship would have strengthened and maybe have taken a giant leap. My mind wandered to the possibilities. It felt good with Monica's head there taking comfort in my closeness.
Monica was in the shower as I lay on the bed exhausted from the long drive. No matter how much sleepiness racked my body my mind went to her and how I wanted to see her naked body glistening and shiny from the hot beads of water running over her.
She had tantalized me with her body ever since I saw her back in New York working on my son's case.
It was after hours the day before we were to begin investigations and she'd decided to introduce herself first. She'd arrived at my door wearing a thin slightly transparent top that showed her black bra underneath and tight blue hipster jeans with holes in places I just had to stare at. She'd caught me a few times eyeing her butt and just smiled.
Since then I'd been wondering what it would be like to see what was under those clothes. Now was the perfect opportunity to witness what I'd only imagined.
Monica must have felt the rush of cold air across her back because she turned quickly to see my face in awe. Her body was even more beautiful than in my dreams. From her shapely shoulders down over her perfect breasts to her long legs had be dumbfounded until she stopped it all by pulling me into a blistering kiss.
I didn't even notice that my clothes were getting wet until later. My hormones were certainly running wild with carnal desire for this woman. I took my clothes off at record pace when she'd indicated for me to step inside with her. There were now two totally bare bodies in the tiny shower kissing madly. With each passing moment my desire grew more between us.
"I want you," she whispered in my ear. "I want you inside me John." Her voice was impassioned and her breath hot on my lips. I had to take stock for a moment while I adjusted to the throbbing in my loins. This was going to be tricky but doable. We didn't want to end up in one big soggy heap on the wet floor.
"Arms around my neck Mon." She complied then my arms went under her knees to lift her up then I moved her over to rest her back on the shower wall. Monica was in a hurry because I felt her fingers around my aching dick guiding it to its hot, inviting destination. As I pushed into her delectable center she gave a small throaty groan and I looked at her face to see it colored a healthy pink and her eyes closed.
"J-o-h-n," she growled sexily as I became a little more forceful. I'd wanted her and imagined doing just this to her for so long that it was difficult to hold back the urge just to shoot right inside her.
We hadn't heard our names being called from the bedroom.
"M-o-n," I found myself growl involuntarily.
"Faster, faster please, ahhhhhh." Monica was yelling now.
"Like this?" I was thrusting with strong, frequent movements now.
We hadn't heard the bathroom door open.
"Oh Jo-ohn, I'm co-ming." The bathroom was filled with a variety of sighs and groans and growls as we both came. I felt her throbbing all around me as she ran kisses on my shoulder that were almost turning into bites. This had been amazing. My blood was at boiling point from my exceptional orgasm and I almost felt I was going to drop her but held on with all my strength.
"Ahhhhh." She let out a final sigh.
"Keep holding me John, I can't stand yet."
Then we heard the loud 'ahem' coming from the doorway and stood still and quiet wondering how we were going to explain ourselves.
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Reyes:
I opened the shower curtain slightly to see Eric standing there with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. He had a digital camera in his hand and it was pointing directly at me.
"Smile for the camera, Mon," he laughed as he took the shot. "On the orgy scale of one to ten that was definitely an eleven. Too bad I wasn't the one giving it."
All of a sudden I went from feeling like a goddess to one inch tall. He just snapped a naked picture and who knows where it will end up.
"Eric, you son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!" I shouted.
John stood back out of sight from him. I could tell he was restraining from reaching through the curtain and choking the asshole.
"C'mon, Monica. I'm only joking. You guys were making so much noise it was knocking stuff off of the wall in my office. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't killing you or anything. I need to talk to you when you are done in there boinking each other's brains out, if that's alright with Loverboy-John."
I looked over to John and he nodded his head in permission. I really didn't want to be more than an inch away from him. We had waited so long for this moment I wanted to savor its memory. I wanted him again even so shortly after this first orgasm. When I came I felt my soul leave my body and I wanted to feel that again. I put my arms around him and lay my head against his chest, feeling the heat of his body and the beating of his heart. "That was absolutely amazing, John. Why did we wait so long?"
"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mon," he replied as he looked down at me, stroking my hair. "Rules kept us both from a lot. I thought about breaking them a lot of times, like the night of your accident. I wanted to kiss you so badly but the consequences scared me so much I wasn't sure if it was worth risking my career and yours."
We both soaped up and finished our shower. I could still feel John's eyes caressing my body as I towel-dried myself off. He took the towel from me and dried my back using slow strokes. I could feel his breath bounce off of me sending shivers down my spine eliciting my arousal once more. If I didn't get dressed really soon I was going to have to go at it with him again. He dropped the towel at my feet and we stood staring in each other's eyes in the mirror's reflection. John wrapped his arms around my waist, fingers lightly touching my stomach as they went across. I could feel my temperature rise again and I was warm and wet with desire for this man. I know he could sense it; he could smell it like a dog looking for a bomb. I was ready to explode again with desire.
He was taking in deep breaths in my hair and exhaling through his mouth blowing down my neck.
"Something wrong?" he asked quietly.
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I could see my own sexual frustration surfacing in my expression. I leaned my head back against his chest and took in his scent. This man is a god. Right now he is the center of my universe and everything else is space dust in comparison. I exhaled through my mouth, blowing on his neck. I could see the goosebumps rise on his skin and he closed his eyes and tilted his head inwards towards me. I guided his hands down from my stomach to my wetness and licked his lips in conjunction. His fingers gently massaged me, rubbing the wetness from my center all around. I began to moan in my ecstasy and I could feel him become erect again. That was a pleasant surprise to me because I wasn't sure if he would be up for it again so soon. He turned me around to face him and buried his tongue in my mouth, tasting my every drop. His breathing became erratic, as was mine, as we entwined ourselves in our passion once more. Hopefully there won't be a camera waiting for us this time.
I pushed him out of the bathroom and onto the bed where I straddled him. I kissed him as aggressively as I could, pressing harder and harder. John's hands took hold of my ass and his fingers danced up and down along my spine. He started biting my lower lip and I his. My soul is on fire and I am heaven bound on the wings of love. I pushed him down on his back and placed my hands on his pectoral muscles. My fingers dug into them sensing their hardness to my touch.
My wet clit danced on the end of his hard cock and I could feel him wanting to push inside. I wanted control, but I could tell it was going to be a power struggle until we both came. I kissed his neck, brushing my teeth against his flesh as I moved down his chest and stomach licking and biting what flesh I went over. My lips lightly touched his hardness and he let out a sharp breath.
My eyes told him I wanted him inside and I could read from his eyes that he wanted the same. I moved back up to kiss his mouth and he flipped me over so he was on top of me. He pressed his lips against mine in a hard kiss and he moved his way down my body doing the same thing to me as I just did to him. God it felt so good. I felt like we were both floating on air. The burning of desire in my stomach and the pounding in my pelvis was getting to the point of unbearable. John spread my arms out to each side, almost like a crucifixion pose and clasped his fingers tightly with mine. His full body weight was resting on me as he entered me slowly.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt the warmth of him inside of me. He moaned quietly so that he would not grab Eric's attention again as he pumped up and down. I tried to push up to give some resistance and to try to push him back over, but he pushed back to keep me where I was. My back arched under him, my stomach pressing against his. Then for some reason he pulled out and I gave him a look of confusion. He smiled coyly at me as he went down on me, suckling and licking my clit.
He released my hands and took hold of my hips to keep them down, my back arching upwards the harder he sucked.
"John, oh my God..." I didn't have the power in my vocal cords to say anything else. I couldn't even scream the pleasure had me so choked up. He growled with his tongue in me and my body shuddered. He moved to the inside of my leg, biting and licking. He took me by the torso and rolled me over to my stomach and I barely had the strength to push myself up to all fours. I felt his knees in position next to mine and his hands grabbed the hair on the back of my head.
It was obvious who won this battle; he entered me again and thrust himself inside as hard as he could. I tried to scoot away because the initial pressure was quite overtaking. He wouldn't let me get away and his grip on my hair firmed up, pulling me back into him and raising my head back toward him.
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Doggett:
After the shower I still had drive left in me. A spark had ignited my soul that I didn't know had existed until now. This woman once only of my dreams was now reality. We were touching skin on skin and I was actually drawing in her wonderful scent in real time. The shower sex had been amazing, more intense than I'd ever imagined but there was more in me to give Monica. She brought that out in me. Years of repressed sexual drive were bubbling at the surface of my being.
As I watched her beautiful face in the mirror's reflection and her gazing back at me I felt a flood of renewed energy. Her pupils filled her whole alluring coffee eyes, her cherry lips stirred making kissing movements and I knew she wanted me again even so soon after our first release.
Resting my head against hers I felt the softness of her cheek then I placed my hand on the rose-petal skin of her stomach. She guided my hand down to give me tactile proof that she wanted more. Knowing she was wet and hot for me was enough to know that I would be giving her what we both wanted very soon. It was my turn to give her physical evidence of my continued arousal by pressing into her body.
Monica wanted to be in control but I wouldn't let her this time. I had power in me that needed freeing and now was the time. She was straddling me on the bed when I decided I wanted to find the best position to get the deepest penetration. I wanted her to engulf all of me. Whipping her over on her back first I lay letting my weight rest on her. She would feel my presence on her and in her. My tongue played in her mouth and my erection ground into her hips.
"Yes John go deeper," Monica growled out my name and I could definitely respond to her request. I pulled out of her and thoroughly expected the look she had on her face but I quickly quelled the disappointment by rolling her over onto all fours and plunging into her opening once more. My body was so hot for hers that I didn't realize the force I was using. Deeper and deeper I went inside her. The more I pushed the louder her voice resounded around the room. Inflicting painful pleasure on her was all I could think about as I grabbed her hair like a horse's reins and rode her.
"More John! Fu-ck!" Her head bent back then forward just like a galloping filly. Unlike the first time in the shower I could last longer now and took advantage of this by moving her around in different positions and feeling over her body with searching fingers for the places that made her sound out expletives and groan my name. The thought of Eric hearing all this was a numb thought at the back of my mind. I had an objective here and it was for Monica to feel the most amazing orgasm of her life. We had waited long enough to share each other's bodies and lives.
"Roll over Mon." Trying not to extract my painfully swollen cock from her she rotated around to sit in my lap. Our faces were close and as the bed springs squeaked I kept pounding away inside her with unyielding force and kissed her mouth with equal resolve. Monica helped with her bouncing actions on my cock and every so often leant her head back and let me nibble her ears and run wet, hot kisses over her neck and shoulders.
Moving her over to rest her back on the bed's headboard I lifted her nimble legs up over my shoulders and plunged in the deepest I had gone so far.
"Monica," It was my turn to growl her name. Sweat covered both our bodies from the athletics of it all. Holding onto the headboard I pressed in hard and with each thrust she kissed my chest as it reached her mouth. Every second visit was a long lick with her tongue. She was licking me like an ice cream and fucking me like an insatiable whore and running painful scratches slowly down by back. The ecstasy and the agony were all worth it for the immense pleasure I was beginning to feel and knew that Monica was experiencing passion beyond words also with her earthy groans and her glazed over eyes and expression.
I knew then how rumors of death from sex could be true. My blood was about to burst from my veins as I felt her begin to quiver under me just in time for me to ejaculate inside her.
My cock pumped our every last drop I could muster as I felt the remnants of her orgasm in her throbbing chasm.
"Don't ever let me go John." Her breasts heaved outwards and I bent down to take one last taste of her nipples, for now. Moving up to her mouth we sealed off our amazing lovemaking, no, fuck session, with a sensuous, slow kiss. My fingers ran through her hair and I pulled her in closer. We were both spent but we still had some lust for each other to make the kiss long and deliberate.
They heard clapping in the room with them.
"You two, I wanted to talk to you after your shower remember?"
Monica quickly grabbed the sheet to cover herself. I just turned in the direction of the unwelcome interruption.
"How long have you been there you son of a bitch?" I tried to make my voice sound as annoyed as I really was.
"Oh long enough to know that you two should make a movie together. There's good money in the porn industry nowadays." He absently or was that deliberately held up something in his hands.
"What do you have there Eric?" I stated.
"What does it look like? It's a digital video camera. Wanna take a look?" Eric's voice almost teased.
"You videotaped us? You caught all this on tape?" It was Monica's turn to question with incomprehension.
"Look guys I'll give you a copy okay? Think about it, you need money and money fast. I have a way to get some for you now but you'll have to think how you're gonna live. You two are great in bed and you both have sexy bodies, you'd make a fortune."
"You bastard, we want that tape, no copies. Got it?"
"Whatever you say. If you're going to be doing that all night I think I'll either have to get earplugs or get myself a woman fast." He chuckled as he went to make an exit. He looked back briefly. "I need to take some mug shots of you two for your 'documents'. Meet me in five okay? If you can walk." Eric thought that was a huge joke as they heard laughter all the way to the other end of the house.
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Reyes
We both got up out of the bed slowly. I could barely feel my legs from the extracurricular activities we had just done and I was so exhausted from it all I just wanted to sleep. John grabbed his clothes from the bathroom and I snooped into Eric's dresser to see if he had any shirts and he did. I put on a black Budweiser shirt that went down to my knees. I figured that was good enough until we were ready to leave to wherever we were going to go. I was seeing spots before my eyes, either from sex or lack of sleep or both. John and I walked down the hall to Eric's computer office where Eric had my naked picture from the bathroom on his laptop desktop. I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but grin slightly when I thought about it. We used to play pranks on each other back in New York before Brad came into the picture of my life. I just didn't want John to be freaking out over this guy because right now he was our only hope at hiding and hiding well.
I sat down in a chair next to Eric and John stood in the doorway. Eric was smoking a cigarette with a big grin on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked him.
"Each time I run into you you're taken. You can make any guy go insane, don't you know that?" He took a drag off of the cigarette.
"I thought you quit." I told him.
"I did until you showed up." I looked at his desk and noticed several Red Bull cans littering the work area. No wonder the guy didn't sleep. "Now, what I needed you two lovebirds for is I need to take a mug shot for your new ID's, so if you will indulge me John." Eric gestured to the digital camera sitting behind me and John went and stood before it. Eric snapped his shot and saved the image in his computer and then it was my turn for the same. Eric then had two California driver licenses in which he started peeling off the top layer of film.
"And they said these new licenses couldn't be tampered with. You have no idea how many of these things I have done. That's all I needed from you guys for now. You can proceed with your sex-fest if you like."
"I'm going to go to bed." John mumbled as he walked back toward the bedroom. "Coming Monica?"
"In a minute John." I called back. John came back into the room and planted a wet kiss on my lips for Eric to see. He was getting possessive already and I liked it. I felt like a slave for John's love and that isn't going to change anytime soon. John glanced over at Eric with a look of "keep your hands off of my woman" and walked out.
"What's on your mind?" Eric asked as he worked.
"I was going to ask you the same. Why are you helping us?"
"I do it for you, Mon. The FBI can be very unforgiving when you discover things that are supposed to be kept a secret. I do it because deep down I love you even though there will never be a chance. You never ratted me out even though you should have. I can never say no to you and neither can another part of me. There are a few things I need to know."
"And what is that?"
"Do you love him?" Eric's green eyes looked deep into mine.
"Yes. I loved him even when I was with Brad, but the timing was never right. What is your other question?" I didn't feel like discussing my new love life with him.
"I figured as much. He doesn't like me, I can tell. That's okay. Brad Follmer didn't like me, either. How much trouble are you in exactly? I need to know how far to go with this."
I sat back into my chair and watched him do his thing and explained what John and I had gone through: The conspiracy, Mulder's trial, the fight to keep it all a secret, our office getting trashed, evidence that disappeared and the super soldiers that were invincible. Eric listened with a stunned look on his face and his mouth dropped open slightly. He mouthed the word "fuck" a few times throughout the conversation.
"So they could be looking for you right now." I could tell that he was worried.
"We aren't sure, that's the thing. We just know that by going back would be a bad idea."
"Alright. I'll give you my truck to take. I have a plan, but you need your rest. I'll discuss it with you both in the morning. I just need to get this all done." Eric popped open another can of Red Bull. When I stood up I saw a trial pack of Viagra next to his laptop. "Want it?" he asked.
"What are you doing with that?" I had to tease him since he's already two up on us.
"I was popping this one girl who was a nurse at my doctor's office and she was able to get one of these samples and I tried it once. I will never do it again."
"What happened?"
"I could not get rid of my hard on no matter what I did. Do you know how painful it is to be walking around all day with a stiff dick and you can't do anything about it? No wonder guys were dropping dead of heart attacks using this stuff. My blood pressure elevated so much I thought I was going to suffer the same fate. Kind of the same feeling I get each time I see you and can't do anything about it." Eric laughed. "Good night, dear."
I went back into the bedroom where John had stripped himself naked and lay on the bed. It was a beautiful sight. I wanted to take him again, but I was so tired I think I could have fallen asleep in the middle of the sexual act itself. My muscles felt so weak and spaghetti-like I flopped myself down next to John. He helped me off with my shirt exposing my breasts to him. He caressed me with his eyes and his hands followed. I let out a deep breath from his light touches and then returned the gesture. I rested my head on his chest and drifted off into sleep to the sound of the heart beating in his chest.
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Chapter Two
Reyes:
I woke to the bright sunlight hitting my face. I shielded my eyes with my hand to see that Eric had no blinds in his room. My shifting disturbed John and he woke up, too.
"Good morning beautiful," he whispered to me as he pulled me down to him. He was erect again with a morning hard on. I kissed him deeply to stimulate the blood flow a little more. He moved his hands down to my ass and pressed into me as we kissed. I broke away for a moment so I could speak.
"We need to get dressed. We need to get out of here." I told him as I began to stand up. "We'll have plenty of time for more." I gave him a seductive look that teased his innermost being and then put my three-day-old clothes back on. John did the same and we both walked out of the bedroom running into Eric in the hallway with two cans of Red Bull in his hands.
"Thought you guys might need some wake up juice. It's an acquired taste, but it works wonders. Red Bull gives you wings." Eric chuckled as he went back into his office. "You guys coming or what?"
We followed him in and he had ID's, cash, and other documentation sitting on his desk. Eric sat down and faced us both. I noticed that his laptop was gone.
"Okay, here's the deal. The reason my suitcases were packed was because I was going to make a little business trip to Las Vegas to pick up some documents and such to build some fake identities. Now that you're here, I have decided not to do that. Vegas is the perfect spot to make easy money. The FBI has been trying to find me and I had this feeling that they might snatch me while I am there, so you guys can go instead. I am going to give you my truck and I will take yours. Here are your new identifications, credit cards, social security cards, and birth certificates if you need them. And here is about four thousand in cash I had saved up for the trip which is now yours."
"How did you do this?" I asked him.
"Don't ask. You don't want to be found, so I went the full monty and gave you both completely new identities. Now your credit cards are legit. I got them set up at a PO box in Victorville, but when you get to Vegas call the bank and give them your new address. The cash, well, that came from cash advances off of stolen credit cards. Lucky for the both of you I was able to keep your first names and just change the last names. John DiSalvo and Monica Rossi. And one more thing..." Eric paused as he took in a deep breath through his nose. "You might want to get some new clothes because both of you smell ripe." Eric stood up and gave us both our ID cards and the rest of our documentation. "I've changed the identifications of a lot of criminals that the FBI still hasn't found. I think I can do the same with the two of you."
I looked up at Eric who towered over me. "Eric, I don't know what to say..."
"Don't say anything. We'll see each other again." Eric reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a box of ammunition. "If you're as paranoid as I am, you might want something to reload your weapons with." John took the box from him.
"If I was still in my right mind you would be up on so many charges of fraud and theft it wouldn't be funny." John stated.
"Yeah, but you're not and in your case it's a perk." Eric walked out of the office and we followed him outside to the back of the house where the garage was. Eric opened the garage door where there was a lifted black F-150 extra cab with tinted windows. Eric gave John the keys to the truck and John gave Eric the keys to the Expedition. "You take care of her."
Eric and John exchanged looks. It reminded me of a mating ritual between two bucks competing for a doe. Eric turned his back to John and faced me. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me on the forehead. "Vaya con dios." He whispered in my ear.
"What are you going to do?" I whispered back.
"Going to go fuck with the FBI. I am going back to DC. If you need me for anything, here's my pager number." He slipped a piece of paper into my hand.
"Tape, asshole." John yelled.
"It's in the truck." Eric smiled at me and I got into the truck with John. I looked behind the seat and saw a floppy disc, a tape and a laptop computer. I smiled and shook my head as we went down the dirt road and back onto the blacktop heading for Las Vegas.
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Doggett:
Looking over to my peacefully dozing partner leaning her head against the window in the passenger seat I smiled remembering back to the events of the last few days with her by my side. My mind centered on the more pleasurable parts, the previous night and the feel of her body contoured against mine. The way her hands moved unknowingly over me in her sleep and her soft breathing on my chest made it difficult for me to get the sleep I needed. My mouth opened a little as I felt her lips press into me and her tongue running along my teeth. Her arms were around my neck as she tilted her head and plunged in deeper. Her breasts were against my chest and... Almost running off the road for a moment I had to shake my head to clear it of all this erotica. I looked over and noticed that Monica was unaware of my distraction.
We'd been traveling for a few hours now so it had also given me time to think a bit about our future. The previous morning I'd had no idea we would be in this situation of being on the run and heading for Vegas. If it was only up to me I'd be back in DC trying to make some sense of all this crap but circumstances were different. If it was only up to me we'd probably both be dead now. At least we were alive and I had Monica with me. Her cool head and her devoted support made me a little more confident that all would work out and we'd be able to get back home in no time.
"Hmmmm," Monica stretched and yawned. "What's the time?"
"Eleven."
"I didn't realize I was so tired. The sleep last night was wonderful." She leaned across a little and lowered her voice. "John, you were wonderful."
I suddenly felt a rush of pleasure through my core at her words. How did she do that to me? Even her words could get me aroused.
"Monica, it takes two you know." She chuckled a little.
"Well it's certainly not as enjoyable with one and for the past years that seems to be all I've had."
"What about Brad?" I found myself asking but not really wanting an answer.
I felt her eyes watching me from the side gauging my true motives. Her incite into my thoughts was uncanny.
"Do you really want to know John?"
"No." I snorted. Her silence told me she probably didn't want to talk about him anyway.
She reached into the back seat and retrieved the laptop, the floppy disc and the videotape.
"Whatcha doin'?" I was curious.
"Oh, I've been thinking ever since our long drive here about how we're going to make some money in Vegas. What Eric has given us will go quickly and we don't know how long we'll be in this situation."
"No gambling Mon."
"John, I'm not that silly. There are other ways." She fingered the videotape and looked pensive.
"So you didn't hit it off too well with Eric."
"That smart ass, son of a bitch? No! What did you ever see in him Mon?"
"Oh, he's just a character, ever since I've known him he's been someone who could make me laugh. I suppose I like the intellectual side of him too. He did help us at our time of need, you have to give him that one." I nodded. That was true and I knew we owed him one if we ever saw him again.
Monica booted up the laptop and when complete started punching the keyboard.
"So you hooked on Hearts too?" I laughed at my joke.
"No, just thought I'd set us up a Hotmail email account. It may be a way to keep in touch with Eric. I don't know about you but I'm dying to find out what he's going to be doing in DC."
I couldn't see that criminal Eric lasting long before he was caught and incarcerated but I didn't want to dull her optimism.
Once again she fingered the videotape.
"So you're curious too?"
"Hmmm," she grinned. "You have to admit I've always had a secret fantasy of being videotaped during sex then watching it back with my lover. John, from what we did last night, this is going to be one hot tape." I heard her deep intake of breath and knew she was feeling the same arousal I was, imagining our bodies locked again in fucking hot, sweaty sex.
"John, I've had an idea I want to run by you."
"Yes? An idea about making some money?"
"We have Internet access, I reckon we should make copies of this and sell it online."
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"So what were you thinking about while I was napping?" Monica's eyes stayed focused on the road. It was then her turn to drive after we'd stopped for lunch at a roadside diner.
"Oh this and that." I didn't want to say that I was imagining us kissing passionately and the extraordinary sex we'd had the previous night.
"Did you think about me?"
"Maybe," I smiled and felt that look again as though she was reading my soul.
"Well, it's hard not to dwell on something that profound. It was very good John and I want more."
"You'll get more, don't worry about that. When we get a place in Vegas, as soon as we hit the bed I'll be all over you. I'll feel over every inch of you then fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." I laughed my mischievous throaty laugh.
It was then that I saw the most evil look come across her face.
"I've just been imagining how we could make money using our *assets*."
"Assets? Apart from your hair-brained idea of selling copies of us having sex?"
"It's not hair-brained. John, if we get desperate we may need to do just that." I just shook my head hoping we'd never be in that serious enough situation.
"So what's on your mind now?"
"Phone sex." She said straight-faced and I almost hit the roof.
"You're kidding me! You've been toying with the idea of making some guy come over the phone?"
"No you John." She looked over to me to see my shocked expression. That mischievous look came back again. "I bet you could make me come just by talking to me with that voice of yours."
"You do?" I had in the past talked dirty over the phone to girlfriends but I never thought they'd actually be that turned on.
"Go on, make me come and I'll drive the rest of the way to Vegas and let you rest." That was an offer too good to refuse. I unlatched my seatbelt and moved over near her so I'd be able to be close to her ear. "Tell me what you're going to do to me in Vegas John."
"We're on our way back to the hotel after having a few drinks and a meal. I'm walking you along the pavement and a sudden urge comes over me to kiss you. We get cheers from the onlookers as I pin you against a wall and rub my body into you." I made sure I talked in a low, quiet voice into her ear and I waited for signs that she was becoming aroused. "I whisper to you that I'm going to fuck you hard when we get back to the hotel, I'm going to pound you mercilessly right after I explore your body inch by inch with my tongue. I give you a deep, scorching, enduring kiss and grind my crotch into you until I know that you're hot and wet for me. I want to take you then, just strip you bare in front of every one and skewer you with my stiff cock until you are screaming my name." It was working, I could almost see Monica's pulse running overtime in her neck. Her chest heaved.
"I don't know if I'm going to able to drive much longer, really I mean it."
"Shhh," I said softly and in a low rumble I continued. "When I think that we're just about to do just that and strip bare even with the sea of faces, I take your hand and we run together back to the hotel and our bed. Behind us we're oblivious to the cheers of the onlookers.
"In the elevator on the way up to our floor I once again engulf you but this time my hands move to private places. I hook my fingers on the hem of your skirt and pull it up as I kiss you, our mouths both accepting avidly the exchange of juices. My fingers feel your thighs as I slowly lift the hem. I can already feel the heat coming from between your legs and know that I could easily just fuck you there and then. All I want is to feel your muscles around my dick and hear your whimpers as I lavish my sexual attention to your body."
Monica was suitably aroused as the car began to speed up. I just had to add more.
"My fingers feel the wetness through your panties as I push the fabric and even feel your erect clit. You writhe on my fingers and I have to hold you up against the elevator wall before you fall. You've all but told me with your body language that you want me to go further. I take down your panties and shove them in my pocket. Your legs spread to accommodate my fingers as they make their way back to rub your clit. I know I can put more pressure on it now and I'm rubbing hard and in long strokes."
There were tears in Monica's eyes then and her face was almost crimson, her neck muscles tensed. I knew she was on the brink but it was her call if we stopped or not. I was going to win this bet.
"A finger searches for your opening and finds it easily, slipping inside. You are so wet for me that one finger is not enough to stimulate you so it's joined by two, then three. You ride my fingers rubbing your back up and down the elevator wall. It doesn't matter now if anyone gets on the elevator you just want to come. Your breath escapes through slightly parted lips."
I wonder what she's actually thinking. Even with the words coming from my mouth I am as hard as a rock. Is she actually imagining what I'm telling her we're doing or something else?
"J-ohn." I'm inwardly sniggering knowing that this has all been working. "I'm so close."
"Want to pull over Mon, before we have an accident?" Without words she found a suitable place at the roadside and pulled on the brakes. We're both thankful for the tinted windows because as we scrambled over to the back seat we were taking off our clothes as we went. We were once again totally bare, kissing and devouring each other's bodies as though there'd never be more. She opened her legs wide for me and linked ankles with mine. I knew we needed not go through any other foreplay. The end of my dick felt fiery heat even before I touched her. I moved it over her clit and it felt like lava dripping. Our mouths were devouring each other and Monica produced growls and groans like I'd never heard before. She was as hot for me as I for her.
"Just do it John, fuck me hard."
Well the way I forced myself in her and continued to hammer away must have been visible from the road. The vehicle would have been rocking wildly but neither of us cared.
"I'm nearly there," she panted breathlessly. After three more throaty groans I felt her torrent and knew she'd come for me. I became faster with my movements as I felt my blood pressure build and then I let it all out inside her. Even as I was gushing I felt her still quivering below me. She's had a huge orgasm maybe even one to rival mine.
The windows were fogged and all we could hear was our mutual breathing as we regained control of our senses.
"Oh my god John. That was even better than the other times." She kissed me again in thanks.
"I know." I simply said into her ear and kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear.
For ages we just lay there in post coital haze. If it wasn't that we needed to get to our destination that day we could have just stayed like that forever, two naked compatible bodies just immersing themselves in sex and each other.
"So you believe me now John?"
"Believe what?"
"That you could make some money off phone sex."
"Phone sex," I repeated. "Just like selling our porn tape to make money I don't think we'll get that desperate Mon."
I could see that Monica was serious about all this and it planted a seed in my mind that would possibly need to be retrieved later.
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Reyes:
I could tell John was thinking about what I had said about selling our tape. He was still above me panting from our 'rest stop' and I too had a hard time catching my breath. I looked deep into John's eyes and I could practically see the future. God how I wanted him back in New York and I could tell then he had an interest but there was that one hurdle in the way every time I tried to get to him. He looked deep into my eyes and it felt like he was trying to read into my soul.
"Whatcha thinking?" he asked as he came down for a light kiss.
"About a lot of you," I replied with a playful grin. "Just wait until we get to Vegas. You think I am in trouble...think again." I had thoughts of using some of my Yoga exercises in our sexual acts. When I am warmed up I can be so flexible it would blow his mind. I licked John's lip to tease him a little and we both let out some giggles.
"Then what are we waiting for? We are almost there." John said as he got up and started dressing himself. "I'll drive the rest of the way. Somehow I don't think you can handle it."
I put my clothes back on and crawled back into the front seat. "And you can?" I teased. "We'll see about that." I can get him to the brink. Nothing like a blowjob doing 90 down the highway.
We drove for another hour. I decided to see what Eric had in the CD player if anything, so I turned on the radio. The word 'Prince' came up on the LCD and it was the song 'Gett Off:'
'Naw, little cutie I ain't drinkin' but scope this: U + me, what a ride-if U was thinkin' the same we could continue outside/Lay your pretty body against a parkin' meter/Slip yo' dress down like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy/ Lemme show U baby I'm a talented boy/Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody, GETT OFF'
Not only did this truck have a hell of a sound system, I had to turn it off because those lyrics just made my heart flutter and my pulse racy. I could see John and I against a parking meter just fucking until the damned thing keeled over from our weight pushing against it. Take a deep breath, Mon. Control yourself.......
"You didn't like the song?" John teased. He knew the lyrics got to me. His face was a little flushed and I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
Control? It just got sucked out of the window. I grabbed the inside of his thigh and my fingers wandered in toward his crotch. He shot a quick glance over to me with the "again' expression shooting from his eyes. I gave him my playful, evil grin as I started to unzip his jeans and play with his balls. John's arms locked straight and his knuckles turned white from his tension on the steering wheel.
"Do you want me to pull over again?" He was almost grunting the words as I massaged him harder.
I shook my head. "Nope." My lips went over his ready erection.
John gasped. "This is not fair, Mon. Let...me...stop..."
"No, John. No stopping." I went up and down and licked the head with my teeth barely touching. I looked up to see John's head tilted back as he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. I sucked harder and harder each time coming up and I massaged his balls until they were spasming. I could feel him swelling up to a climax and I slowed down a little.
"Ooooohhhh God, Monica.....harder...faster...I'm soooooo...."
He shot off into my mouth and swallowed every last drop I could. The windows were steaming up again and John's shirt was soaking with sweat. His labored breathing started to come back to normal. I zipped him back up and sat back up into my seat. We were entering the outskirts of Vegas, the Luxor and Mandalay Bay hotels the first ones I saw.
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"Which hotel?" John asked as he looked over to me.
"How about the Hard Rock Hotel? It's off of the strip a little and I heard they had this great Mexican place called the Pink Taco."
John laughed. "The Pink Taco? That's not suggestive, is it?"
"You have seen a lot of it in the last 36 hours..." I mumbled. "Want me to drive?"
John pulled off to the side of the highway and we swapped spots. I pulled back onto the freeway and I got off on Flamingo Road, heading to Paradise Road. I couldn't miss it: Two very tall neon guitars on the side of the road told me we were getting pretty close. The Hard Rock Caf� was on the corner and the Hotel was a little set in off of the road. I parked Eric's truck and we both got out and walked through the glass doors with gold push bars on the front.
Purple limos were parked in the valet parking with a few cabs parked behind them. The place was pretty amazing, almost like the Hard Rock Caf� itself with music memorabilia hanging on the walls. The casino area was round and in the center and shops and restaurants on the outside edge. We walked in and saw Prince's Purple Rain suit and his cloud guitar in a glass case. We walked around the outside edge walkway until we got to the reservations desk. We didn't have any reservations, but we were hoping we could still get something since it wasn't a weekend.
"You're in luck," the gentleman said, "we have one standard room on the tenth floor that views the strip."
"We'll take it," John said as he whipped out some cash. He paid for the room and we got our keys. We made our way back toward the entrance when we found the elevators in a hall that led to the Blue Pool and the Joint box office. John pushed the 'up' button on the elevator key pad and we waited a few seconds when the doors opened. We stepped inside and we both that we were alone. Perfect.
I slammed John against the wall and empowered a long, passionate kiss on his lips. His lips parted and I slipped my tongue into his mouth to taste him. I bit his chin and then his lip, pressing my body firmly into his. God I was getting hot again. I could feel wetness pouring from my center as my hands went down to John's dick, rubbing frantically as the elevator rode up floor by floor. I wanted to fuck him in this elevator. I didn't care if anyone saw us like this. John wrapped his fingers in my hair, tugging and pulling. I love it when he does that: I love his power over me. It is something I have never truly experienced with someone I love. It was getting harder and harder to breath in this elevator; I think we had used up all of the available oxygen in the compartment.
For some odd reason that was exciting me even more. The elevator bell rang and all motion stopped. The doors opened and there were two guys waiting in the hall. They saw us both and started laughing. Somehow I managed to unzip John's jeans again and my blouse was unbuttoned almost the whole way down. Not to mention my hair must have been a mess... We gracefully stepped out and let the strangers in as we buttoned ourselves back up.
"What room are we in?" I asked in between breaths.
"1025." He replied.
We walked down to the end of the hall to our room and John opened the door. Hall closet, bathroom, TV, dresser, nightstands with the usual complimentary Bible and phone book, and the free paper with pens. The view was great; we could see the whole strip. I closed the door behind us and flopped onto the bed. The exhaustion was starting to catch up with me; I knew we still needed to get some fresh clothes sometime today or tonight, but I knew we both had some bite left that needed taken care of.
"Let's go, Mon. No time for sleep yet."
"What?" I was half conscious at this point from our travel.
"We need to get some clothes and other necessities. I don't know about you, but my clothes can walk around by themselves at this point. Give me your hands." He extended his hands down to me and I grabbed them to pull myself up to my feet.
"We have unfinished business, you know." I snickered.
"I haven't forgotten," John smiled back.
We left our hotel room and headed back for the truck.
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We went back to the Flamingo and ultimately found a shopping mall. John and I agreed to split up to make it all go a little faster, so it gave me a chance to pick up some thong underwear, string bikini, some cheap make-up, and clothes that didn't smell bad.....And something that would drive John wild a little later. We met back at the entrance of the mall and John was sitting at a bench.
"What did you get?" I asked as I fumbled with all of my shopping bags.
"Jesus, what the hell did you get? Did you wipe us out or what?" He started to give an evil look.
"No, but you will appreciate it later," I teased. "Where's your stuff?"
"In the truck. While you were still in shop-mode I went across the way and got some toiletries like shampoo, razors, and toothbrushes. Is that OK?"
Wow, he beat me to it. I blinked in astonishment. "Um, yeah, that's great. So what now?"
"Let's get the hell back to our rooms so we can shower and feel human again." He stood up and opened the door for me and we walked back to the truck. We both hopped in and headed back to the Hard Rock.
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We got back to our room without exposing ourselves in the elevator. I still wanted to do him in something like that. Wrap my legs around him and squeeze with all of my might as he pounded harder and harder into me-
"Coming Monica?" John called from the bathroom.
Oh shit, was I just-I was. God, it was starting again. Control. Control yourself Monica...Fuck, I couldn't help it. It's some new law of physics...law of attraction...Throbbing...in my temples and my loins simultaneously...breathe, you can do it.
"Monica?" John came out of the bathroom as I sat on the edge of the bed holding my breath and my eyes watering. "Are you alright?"
I let a long, forced breath out of pursed lips. "Um, yeah. I-I'm okay." He was standing in his underwear with shaving foam on his face. I got up and started taking off my clothes as John started to shave at the sink. I got down to my bra and underwear and then I just decided that he needed my help shaving. I placed my hand on his back and my fingers lightly danced from his shoulder blade down to the small of his back.
He stopped for a moment and looked at me through the mirror's reflection. I stepped in front of him so that I was leaning back into the bathroom counter top and I took the razor from him. I hopped up on the sink top and pulled John in close to me with my legs. I squeezed him lightly just to let him know I wanted him close. I could see him grin under the shaving foam as we were face to face looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the chemistry in those few inches apart.
I could feel his breath lightly hitting my face as I started to shave his cheek down to his chin. He tilted his head for me and I shaved off the stubble on his throat. While doing this, he pressed into me, pushing hard on my pubic bone. I could feel his heat penetrate through my panties and I had to blink several times to hold my concentration so I wouldn't inadvertently cut him.
He placed his hands on my bare thighs and started to squeeze them hard. I could hear my breaths become louder and louder the more the tension became. God...Oh God oh God oh God! How does he do it? I felt perspiration beading up on my forehead and between my breasts. Slowly and carefully I finished him up and set the razor down on the counter.
"Something the matter?" he whispered millimeters from my lips. "You look a little heated."
He was tilting his head from one side to the other and grinding his crotch into mine. The beads of sweat were rolling down from between my breasts to my navel, giving me a little chill down my spine. I cupped his smooth face with my hands and pressed my lips onto his. What shaving foam was left on him was now on me as our tongues wrestled for control. John hands went from my thighs around to my back, massaging and digging into my flesh. They eventually moved around to the front of me and squeezed my ribs just below my breasts, forcing all air from my lungs. My feet started to tingle and my legs were losing their tight hold around his waist. I was slowly turning into jelly.
"God I love you," he growled in between kisses. I went numb from his profoundness.
"I love you, too." My hands wandered through his hair and I grabbed just enough to pull a little.
John's fingers danced back around to the front of me, moving from my navel up to my bra where he two-fingered it off of me and onto the floor. He made circles around my breasts with his fingers and took a nipple into his mouth, biting it and then licking it...repeating and repeating. I could hear my heart pounding in my head along with the throbbing throughout my body. Wetness filled my panties to the point of showing through the material-obviously showing. I couldn't take this anymore...I forced him into my chest and he bit my nipple hard, but the pain elicited more arousal. He moved to the other one and did the same thing. His index fingers move down to my underwear, and with one looped on each side he slid them down my legs and onto the floor. He turned from me and turned the shower on. SHIT!
"Why did you stop?" I panted. My eyes were tearing up again and I could feel all of the blood vessels protrude from my neck. John was sweating, too.
"First thing's first, Mon." He points to the shower.
"Oh, all right!" I whined as I stepped inside the steaming water. He got me to the point of no return and he stopped...All of a sudden I feel a little dizzy, but I regain my balance. When did we eat last???
We soaped up and washed our hair, I shaved my legs and armpits, which desperately needed it. I rinsed off and I leaned down to turn off the water. I felt John's fingers feel down my hips and through my curls to my swollen clit. He stood me back up and I leaned into him, my head resting against his chest. I could feel his erect dick getting harder as he pressed it into my back. He reached around me and shut off the water. I closed my eyes in frustration and felt like elbowing him for stopping again. I was so aroused my clit was having spasms.
We got out and toweled off. After I was done, John picked me up and set me back on the bathroom counter. I wasn't sure what he was up to.
"If you're just going to stop again, don't go there." I peered into him. He smiled coyly.
"I'm going somewhere I think Brad has never gone." He picked up the can of shaving foam and sprayed some onto his palm. "Open your legs."
My chin tucked down and I stared at him. "You're serious? But-"
Before I could continue he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I spread my legs for him. He applied the cream to my curls gently and took the razor and slowly shaved away everything but a small strip above my labia. I held my breath as I watched him use slow stroking movements with the razor. When he was done he took a wet washcloth and wiped me down and I gasped from his touches. He pressed his lips against mine once more, controlling the game. His hands lightly feathered the sides of my breasts, down my sides and then to my swollen, wet center. His fingers probed the hot wetness pouring from my soul.
"Oh God, John." I panted.
"You like that?" He gazed into my bloodshot eyes as I tilted my head back in ecstasy. He pushed two fingers into my center and moved them around in circular motions. I could feel him lightly hitting my G-spot the further he pushed in. My body started to convulse on the counter as I was approaching an orgasm fast. Three fingers. My God how does he do it? My whimpers were turning to loud moans. John watched my reactions as his fingers slid in and out of me. "Are you getting close?"
I nodded and he stopped what he was doing and picked me up. He took me to the bed and set me down on my back. I opened up to him and he came down onto me with his full weight. He took his hard cock and teased my wet center with up and down strokes. My body tried to slither underneath him but he had me pinned down. He entered me hard with a forceful push into my hips. My back arched up forcing my breasts up to him. My head bent backwards but John kept a lip lock on me as he went up and down. We were both sweating profusely despite the air conditioning, animalistic sounds coming from both of us growing louder.
It was coming. I could feel it. The pressure...it was going to my head..."Oh, fuck me hard JOOOOOHHHNNNNN!" I could feel him swelling and I could tell he just wanted to come from watching my expressions. My orgasm forced my body to shudder as the orgasm climbed and it seemed to stay up for several minutes. I tore into the flesh on John's back as I screamed at the top of my lungs. It wasn't painful, I just couldn't describe it because it felt sooooo good. I could tell I was clamped around his dick pretty hard and my body just wouldn't let up. I could barely breath and my eyes started to fall back. I think I started to hyperventilate as the orgasm slowly came down and John came inside of me when my body started releasing its death grip around his dick. I felt paralyzed from the whole experience. I couldn't move. I just lay flat on my back as John slipped out of me and flopped to my side. He whispered something to me that I didn't understand as I slowly faded away into the unconscious, everything turning dark as I passed out cold.
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Chapter Three
Doggett:
Monica was out like a light. At first I was a little concerned with the suddenness of it all but after I watched her lying there for a few minutes, her eyes gently closed and her mouth in a smile, her chest slowly rising and falling, I knew that she was just asleep. After the events of the day I was surprised I wasn't in need of a nap too. My body lay next to hers feeling the warmth of her velvet skin. She was so alive, she was a real woman and she was mine. This was no dream; I almost had to pinch myself to prove it.
I lay back on the pillow and closed my eyes gauging the level of my fatigue but my eyes kept popping open. That previous lovemaking session had awoken something in me rather than tiring me out as it did Monica. My legs needed to feel solid earth under me so I got out of bed and pulled the covers over my peacefully sleeping lover. She was so beautiful even as she slept. As the covers reached up over her body to her shoulders I took one last look at her angelic face and committed it to memory.
After a bathroom visit I dressed in a dark green T-shirt and my new jeans and a pair of Nikes. Running a comb through my hair in front of the mirror had me staring at my reflection. What did such a beautiful woman as Monica see in me? Reflected back at me was my sullen face, the one I had worn too often since my son's death. I smiled thinking how much my face had changed now that we'd put the facts together about his murderer and how he'd received his own justice. That face was surely the one Monica preferred and I knew she would have seen it much more often in the last few weeks.
Before I left I wrote a message saying I needed to go for a walk to stretch my legs and would be back in an hour. I grabbed my wallet and the room key and headed out.
It was good to be walking rather than cooped up in the truck again. I chuckled to myself thinking back to the last few days. I'd been more often in a driver's seat or on the bed with Monica rather than standing. My swift feet took me in the direction of the strip. The weather was hot but not too humid and as I looked over to the Bellagio and the vast man-made lake out front it had a cooling effect on the soul. 'We must come back here later tonight and see the water display,' I thought.
There was a small bar in one of the hotels and I decided to have a beer and just drink in the atmosphere around me. I sat on a tall stool at the bar and looked out the large front tinted window at all the passers by.
I'd ordered and had taken a few sips when I felt something brush beside me and a strong rush of sweetly scented perfume.
"Hello handsome," said a husky female voice beside me to the left. I didn't particularly feel like talking but when I turned to see where the words came from I was pleasantly surprised to see a strikingly good looking woman maybe in her thirties with long blond hair and shorts and v-neck T-shirt that showed off her perfectly shaped body. She must have seen my open mouth because she laughed and responded,
"You better close it or you may catch flies in there." She laughed as my mouth then shut. "Hi, I'm Candy and you are?"
"John."
"So John what brings you to Vegas?" She had her hand lightly on mine and I didn't bother moving it away.
"Just a vacation," I sort of lied. Her finger was making a line down over the ring finger of my left hand and I knew what she was thinking. I decided not to tell her about Monica because I was curious where she was going with all this.
"Uh huh, I've been watching you ever since you came in here John and I like what I see."
"You do?" I said in a higher voice than usual. Apart from Monica those were words I hadn't heard in a long time.
"Yes, and you know what?"
"What?" She was eyeing me up and down and I felt guilty pleasure from her attention.
"Have you ever thought of modeling? You certainly have the 'ahem' attributes." I looked into her eyes and hers looked back with a shade of green that I'd never seen before, they were almost translucent.
"I do?" Was this just a pick-up line or did she mean it?
"Stand up for a moment." I complied getting off the stool slowly. She circled me and was almost purring, as she looked over every part of my body imaginable. Her fingers trailed down my arms, over my chest and across my butt. When I caught her lingering on a certain part she just smiled and went to her purse.
"Here, have this." She handed me a leaflet and I took it inquisitively. "It's the place where I work part time, the Maverick's Gentleman's Club. They're having an Amateur night tonight and I thought maybe you'd like to come along and join in?"
"An amateur night." I read over the leaflet. "This is a strip club." She chuckled and raised her eyebrows. This woman was alluring, so she stripped at this club or did she wait tables?
" I prefer to call it a nightclub rather that a strip club. It's more classy than that."
"I really don't think....," I was shaking my head. She rested a hand on my thigh and began a slow ascent.
"John, just come along. If you decide to participate then you can take off as many articles of clothing as you wish, you don't have to strip completely." Her eyes were burning into my chest.
"Even if you take off that T-shirt I'm sure you'll have all the ladies swooning." Just as her hand was about to touch my bulge she moved it to my chest and ran circles around my pecs. This was turning me on like hell. She must have sensed it because she took her hand away and smiled.
"There's a grand prize of five thousand dollars and a weeks free accommodation at the MGM Grand."
Well we would need money. I'd have to talk this over with Monica first. I folded the leaflet in double and slid it into my jeans pocket. I still couldn't see myself stripping in front of a crowd but I'd have to keep an open mind if we going to get low on cash reserves.
"Come with me. I'll take you there. I'm meant to be on duty in about ten minutes anyway." I was in two minds and just stood there. When she took my hand and tugged that was when I got going. What was the harm in going along with this woman?
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Candy took me through a sea of people in a shopping mall to her club. As we walked through the front entrance I saw a big sign saying Maverick's Gentleman's Club. It certainly was well appointed and wasn't the smoky, sleazy place I'd come to associate with strip clubs.
In Reception along the walls were many tastefully taken studio shots obviously of the workers there. Each was in various stages of dress or undressed but nothing crude. The desk was of dark wood and stood to the left of the entrance to the bar. Candy took my hand again and pulled me through the doors. It was a large room with a long bar to one side and a few different sections with tables and chairs facing towards a number of stages.
"Over here John." She led me to the bar where there were a few people seated. The bar hadn't opened yet so these were probable workers at the club. "John meet Barry." She introduced me to the man behind the bar who also looked me up and down.
"Hello Barry,"
"John." We shook hands.
"John here might be performing in our amateur night tonight." Candy's face looked very eager, I wasn't sure I wanted to disappoint her so said nothing.
"You certainly can pick 'em my gal." They both exchanged pleased looks then Candy's face brightened more and she came over to me, took both my hands in hers and asked a question I was still in awe of for ages later.
"Would you like to see me perform?" So she was a stripper. How could I refuse to see that body naked? My thoughts went back to Monica asleep on the bed in the hotel and I was about to say no. Candy's face looked expectant and I couldn't refuse her. Monica would never know anyway.
As she moved off to the change rooms my eyes followed the sleekest of bodies that was only in men's dreams.
"She's a looker isn't she." Barry was pouring me a beer. "And her body is to die for. I wouldn't mind having her pinned underneath me in bed." I turned to see his expression and tried to read it.
"She has the hots for you though man. She's unattached and it looks as though you are too or you wouldn't be here." My face flushed and I hoped Barry hadn't noticed. I was trapped now. I couldn't just get up and leave. Looking at my watch it said I'd already been away from Monica for the hour I'd promised on the note. This probably wouldn't take too long; I could explain an absence of about thirty minutes longer.
Then the music played Janet Jackson's "Would You Mind" and I knew it was going to be one sexy act. She came out from behind the curtain dressed in chiffon veils. She looked straight across to me and winked then very slowly took off one veil and let it glide to the floor. This all left me wondering what she had on underneath. I just had to wait and see. Her writhing to the lyrical erotic tones and lyrics of the music was almost making me dizzy with anticipation.
As the veils came off one by one it gave more and more of a glimpse of her body underneath. When she was down to about four remaining I could see that she was indeed naked underneath and wondered if Barry had noticed my arousal. He probably had one big hard-on of his own. At least his could be hidden behind the bar.
She was then down to two as the music was nearing a close. The veil around her breasts she took off first and made swirls with it around her body as she danced in circles. Her body was golden and her breasts perfectly shaped, they bounced seductively as she went for the very last veil. She turned and took it from her around her ass then slowly bent down to placed it on the ground exposing herself to me. My heart was making jackhammer movements in my chest and my loins ached from the arousal of seeing this stunning woman dance and appear naked before me.
Slowly turning she moved her hands up from her ankles, over her calves and thighs. When she reached her hips with her fingers she was fully facing me. She licked her fingers and ran circles around her nipples as she walked towards me. The music finished just as she seductively opened my legs then picked up my hands and placed them on her breasts. It was a boiler room in my pants by now. I decided not to move my hands but she did it for me, flicking my fingers over her hard nipples. Then she moved my hands to behind her back and moved in closer until there was only a hair's difference between our lips.
"I want you John," she said ever so seductively. "I want you in my bed." She then kissed me long and slow and I found myself responding to her every whim.
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As I made my way back to the hotel I imagined if Monica would be awake and wondering where I'd been all this time. Quietly opening the door I viewed her sitting at the table where I had left my earlier message, spectacles on and typing something on the laptop computer. She looked up and immediately took her eyeglasses off giving me a questioning look as though she was waiting for me to talk first. I wondered if she could read my expression. I certainly hoped not.
"So how are you feeling after your nap?"
"Good, so where were you? I missed you John." As she spoke I felt the leaflet in my pocket that Candy had given me and took it out leaving it on the desk next to the laptop.
I moved to her and leaned on the desk and gave her a momentary kiss on the lips.
"As I said in the note I went to stretch my legs. I had a couple of beers at a small bar on the strip."
"You said you'd be an hour and now it's been two and a half." The look on her face was not what I had expected. It almost looked sad. Did she know something about what I was doing? Could she read me that well? She had opened the leaflet and was reading.
"So what's the name of the perfume she was wearing, it suits you John."
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Reyes:
John's clothes reeked of this perfume. Where had he been? He had this look of guilt strewn across his face, almost like he was holding back something. I shut down the laptop and stood up to face John. I took in another sniff of the perfume and shook my head, trying not to let my temperamental instinct get out of hand.
"So what was her name?" I asked as I read the leaflet. Amateur Night at Maverick's Gentleman's Club: Five thousand dollars to the winner and a week's stay at the MGM Grand's mini-suite. This could prove to be beneficial in the near future. "Well?" I was still waiting for an answer. How could he-wait, maybe there was a good explanation and I'm just too jealous.
John looked down at the floor; I could tell he was having difficulty with words. "Candy. She was a stripper who-"
That was all I needed to hear. I bit my lower lip in anger. No, I was pissed off. "You two-timing, son of a bitch! After the last two days you can just go out and fuck somebody else? Just like that? I mean that much to you, eh John?" My voice was rising to a level that the adjoining rooms could probably hear. I had all I could not to punch him in the face. "You met her at this place, didn't you?" I picked up the flier and threw it at him.
"Monica, you're jumping to conclusions. I didn't sleep with anybody." Somehow the look on his face wasn't so convincing. I grabbed one of my bags of clothes and darted off to the bathroom and locked the slamming door. John jiggled the handle to only realize he wasn't getting in. "Monica, I'm sorry. I just saw that they had this Amateur Night and-"
I stood and stared at myself in the mirror. How could I be so stupid? I should have stuck with Eric-at least his feelings for me were out in the open and he wasn't afraid to show it. I dipped my head down and decided that I was going to make a point of payback. I ripped all of the tags off of my dress, bra, and thong panties. I freshened myself up, put make up on, and dressed myself to be irresistible for any man walking the streets tonight. A black sequins dress that was practically transparent that went to the top of my knees with a black lacy bra and thong panties. I felt like Rene Russo in the Thomas Crown Affair film. I opened the door and snatched the truck keys and the hotel room key.
"Where are you going?" John asked as if I was a possession of his.
"I'm going to the club for Amateur Night. Are you coming?" I strutted by him like a pussycat with a seductive look in my eyes. I could sense John's eyes undressing me from head to toe. He followed me down to the truck where I unlocked the driver's side and got in. "Are you coming or not?" I asked again.
"I don't know, Mon-" He had a look of fear on his face. He went over to the passenger side of the truck.
"What's the matter, John? Are you afraid your girlfriend is gonna see us together?" I couldn't help it. I had to say it because what he had done hurt me a great deal.
"She's not my girlfriend, you are." There was conviction in his eyes. "You gonna unlock the door?"
"Then maybe you shoulda thought of that before you let some cheap whore grope all over you. See you at the club." I started the truck and peeled out of the parking space. Looking into the rearview mirror I could see John standing there dumbfounded.
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Chapter Four
Reyes:
I arrived at the club just in time. The contest was just beginning and I still had a chance to sign up. A stripper named Candy put me last on the list. It wasn't five minutes and John arrived in a cab at the club. I sipped a beer and stood next to the DJ who was controlling the music. Through the noise I asked him if I could peer through his music collection. He gave me the go ahead with a nod and I started peering through his collection to pretend I didn't notice John. He saw me and started coming toward me. He looked really pissed off from me leaving him in the middle of the hotel parking lot.
A few steps in he was cut off by that Candy girl who had her hands all over him. He recognized her and tried not to give in, but she was guiding his hands for him. She kissed him square on the lips and it looked like he was enjoying himself. I could feel tears forming in my eyes and all of the blood in my body rushed to my face. I wanted to walk over there and kick her ass for touching him at all. I shook my head in disgust and kept looking through the CD's. I found Prince's CD "Gold" and asked the DJ if I could hear a few songs with his headphones. He slipped the disc into the player and I put the headphones on.
The first song was called 'P Control' and it was an aggressive dance song that was perfect for my mood. I told him when I got on stage that was what I wanted to have for my act. He acknowledged me and set the disc aside. The place was starting to fill up with mostly men, but there were a few women who had interest and they weren't strippers. I noticed one sitting in front of the stage that was too pretty to want to be in a place like this. She had two handsome men with her, one on each side. She wore tight black slacks and mini tee shirt that formed to her body. She had long black hair and blue eyes that were crystal-like against her olive skin. She didn't quite fit in this place. I noticed that she caught me staring at her and she returned the stare only to burn a hole through me. There was an aura about this woman that was particularly strong and I couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly there was a tap on the shoulder.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" John yelled through the music. He looked anxious, but I just brushed it off.
"I could ask the same of you." I stated.
"You seriously going through with this?" He nodded toward the stage.
"I'll make a bet with you, John. If I win, you get your nipples pierced. Not one, both. If I lose, then you can choose what I get pierced." I glared at him with fiery anger flashing from my eyes. He looked stunned that I would ever make this type of proposal.
"Okaaaay..." He was left speechless. Good.
"Then it's a deal, then." I stated not wanting an answer. "Prepare to lose your ass on this one."
I heard my name being called and a hefty bouncer was standing at the backstage door looking for me. I went up to him and he let me in and put a hand on John's shoulder to keep him from following. There were a few girls back there, but I guess I was on deck to be next. I heard my cue and when the music started I strutted my stuff out on the stage with my ass getting jiggy with it for the crowd. The song pounded through the speakers to set everyone's pulse at rhythm.
'Good morning ladies and gentlemen, boys and motherfuckin' girls, this is Captain with no-name speakin' and I'm here to rock your world...with a tale that will be classic about a woman you already know...Not a prostitute she the mayor of your brain, PUSSY CONTROL! Are you ready?'
I ground my hips in the air and began to freak dance like it was nothing. I swung around the dance pole, licking it as I stared straight at John. His mouth slowly dropped open when I extended my leg straight up in the air against the pole. I think he forgot how flexible I was. I moved to the rhythm of the music as my clothes came off, one article at a time. The mysterious woman eyed me without any type of reaction: She just studied me. I danced my way over to her to try and get some reaction from her. I grabbed at her shirt and she looked down at my hands as she leaned in toward me. Maybe this was a little too close. Her eyes wanted more, I could tell. The guys in the crowd were going wild and when the song came to an end I was in the splits in front of the pole. The roof was about to come off of the place so I decided to make a graceful exit back stage to put my clothes back on.
I walked back out to the audience area where John was waiting for me. His eyes were bloodshot from straining them during my act. "Wow," he blurted out. "I didn't realize you were that....limber." I saw Candy behind him waiting for his attention.
"That's too bad because you aren't getting any of this anytime soon." I peered over his shoulder at the blonde whore. "Looks like you've got a new bitch to go after."
I heard the announcer's voice over the PA system. "The winner of tonight's Amateur prize is.....Monica Rossi. Come on over and redeem your prize money!"
I couldn't help but grin as I slowly rolled my eyes over to John. "Be ready to get pierced, bitch." I strutted up to the stage where my prize awaited. I took the money and my hotel redemption for free room and board at the MGM and headed out the door with John trailing behind me. We went out to the parking lot where I unlocked the truck and put my winnings inside. John spun me around by the arm.
"What's going on? What are you doing?" He towered over me, but he wasn't getting control this time.
"Moving on, you fucking jerk. Leave me alone."
The mysterious woman approached from behind John. "Excuse me," she said in a sexy yet soft tone. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"We're busy," John stammered.
"I won't be long." She looked at me. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"No," I replied.
She looked me up and down with her blue eyes. This was almost uncomfortable. She was checking me out.
"I could tell. I go to these things and I see the same shit shuffling around to different clubs. You though, you were different. I liked your style out there. It was original." She walked around to the back of me where I could feel her eyes lock onto my ass. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing something other than dancing." She handed me her business card: Roxanne Derrik of Derrilyct Productions/Escort Service.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Ms. Rossi, I am the next best thing to Hugh Hefner. I make adult films, have subscriber-only Internet service, photo shoots, and I run one of the biggest escort services in the state. We are heading toward an actual magazine and we now have downloadable avi movies available for a fee from our website. I'm looking for some raw talent for a couple of shoots I will be doing in the next few weeks."
"You're trying to get her to star in porn movies?" John asked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Look, sleep on it. I am having a party at my place tomorrow night. Why don't you come and give me your answer then?" She looked me up and down again with hungry eyes. "I like you and I liked what I saw in the club."
"Okay. I'll be there." I said softly.
She smiled. "Good. You can bring your friend, too, if you like. He's a good catch as well." She stepped a step closer into me and took in my scent. She traced her finger down my cheekbone to my chin, giving me chills. I don't believe what I just got myself into, but I was glad it was happening in front of John. Streaks of jealousy were showing through on his face.
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Doggett:
The ride back to our hotel was filled with quiet tension until we entered the parking garage with me driving. I could tell by Monica's cool demeanor, her clenched jaw and her absently dog-earing the business card 'Roxanne' had given her that she was pissed. Well I was pissed too. Why had she entered into that strip contest and actually gone through with it? In my mind she'd revealed her naked body to the world where I thought it should have just been kept for me. With all my FBI training I knew that she'd done this to get me riled up.
I must admit she was good at the tease and she was very agile. During our lovemaking I'd experienced a hint of her flexibility. The memory of the way I'd pinned her against the headboard at Eric's place and been able to push into her with full force while her legs draped over my shoulders made me weak-kneed. What else was she capable of?
What was with 'Roxanne' anyway? I was feeling very uncomfortable about her and the whole situation. The way she spoke to Monica, the way she touched her face was making me think there was more to her than we first saw. I was concerned for Monica and knew that having been invited to the party too I would be there if not just to keep an eye on the love of my life.
"Monica, why did you do it?"
"Do what John? Sleep with another man the same day you slept with me?"
"I told you, I didn't sleep with her." I could tell she'd done all this to get back at me, to teach me a lesson. This was a huge mistake. I hadn't slept with Candy but what we had done plagued my mind. She had worked on my hormones and then my body. Stripping for me and then giving me the kiss of all kisses that made my face flush with just the memory. What had happened after that was something I didn't want Monica to ever know.
"John, how can you make such a blatant lie like that, it's not like you."
"Because it isn't me. How many times do I have to say it before you believe me? I didn't fuck her okay? I want you and no other." Keeping one hand on the wheel the other went to her arm but she pulled it away so it went to her thigh and then lay there. This was my only connection with her at that time. It was my way to soak in her proximity because for the life of me I had this awkward feeling that this night was not going to be a good one.
"All right then, you didn't sleep with her. What did you do John, how far did you go, because I saw guilt written all over your face in that hotel room when you came back from your pick up session." I took a few deep breaths ready to start but she continued. "You had a few beers in a bar and she'd been watching you. She came up and sat beside you and introduced herself. I can imagine her looking you up and down and liking what she saw and plotting to get her clutches into you. She also noticed you weren't wearing a ring so were probably unattached."
Had Monica been watching? No, that was impossible. How could she read all that from me?
We'd parked the truck and we were then making our way back to our hotel room. I just wanted this nasty situation to all go away. The thought of me having to sleep on the couch that night was not a pleasant one because there wasn't a couch just a chair.
Monica continued in a mock Candy voice, "Come with me sexy man and I'll show you what I do for a living." She then took you by the hand to where she works, Maverick's Gentleman's Club, and showed you her routine. Am I right John?" I hung my head and she knew. "And there's more but you're going to have to tell me that yourself."
I unlocked the door to our room and Monica immediately went to the closet and began taking out all her clothes and packing them in a bag she'd bought that day.
"What are you doing Mon?"
"Look John, I've won a week's stay at the MGM Grand in one of their mini suites. I'm taking them up on their offer."
"Can I come too?" I didn't want her to be out of my sight.
"That depends on whether you're going to tell me exactly what happened between you and Candy. I want every detail." She didn't look up from her packing so I spoke to a mobile Monica.
It was very hard letting out the words but if it meant being able to sort things out with her then I had to try.
"After her dance," I noticed Monica stop for a moment then continued her packing at a quicker pace. "She came up to me and kissed me."
"So you just let her strip for you? You didn't say that you had to get back to your girlfriend?" She didn't need an answer to that. "So what was the kiss like? Better than mine?"
"Don't be like that, you're far better." That comment fell on deaf ears because she locked up her bag, retrieved the truck keys from the table and headed for the door.
"Monica, let me come with you."
"Not unless you tell me exactly what happened. Fuck it John, you were away for two and a half hours!"" She waited with her fingers clenching the door handle. I knew there was no time for evasion; I had to be honest with her.
"After she kissed me she invited me to her bed." I hesitated and Monica opened the door.
"And you went?"
"Yes." She began walking down the hallway. "Monica please let me explain."
She turned and said, "Explain what? Explain that you fucked another woman and totally lied to me that you hadn't? What's it like to have two women in the one day? You know you could have anyone you wanted."
"No, it wasn't like that." I had to continue quickly because she was at the elevator and had pushed the down button.
"I went to her bed but I didn't sleep with her." I had to keep my voice quiet then. The walls were probably paper thin. "We made out and then..." The elevator doors opened and Monica stepped inside. She turned without saying a word but I knew she was really pissed. "...and then she sucked me off." With her lips tightening she aggressively pushed the button to close the doors but I stopped them from shutting fully. "Mon, I didn't sleep with her. After that I came straight back to you. I couldn't go through with it because I want you."
That hadn't convinced her because I suddenly felt something right near my balls. I looked down to see her bag right at my vulnerable spot. I let the doors go and tried not to engrave in my mind the last look of anger and disappointment on her face as the doors closed.
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Chapter Five
Reyes:
It had been a good 24 hours since I saw John at the Hard Rock Hotel. Why he polluted my thoughts I was still trying to ascertain, his actions certainly proved to be quite hurtful. I played with Roxanne's business card as I lay on the bed in my MGM mini-suite and thought about what she had said to me the night before. She appeared to be someone who had a good head on her shoulders, but I thought it strange she would want to recruit someone from an amateur night to star in films. Her mysteriousness had me intrigued and curious, so I gave serious thought of attending her party tonight. Maybe she had something good to offer.
I got up and went to the marble floored bathroom where there was a Jacuzzi and an etched-glass shower stall laced with gold fixtures. I turned the shower on as hot as it would go in hopes I might feel better afterwards. As I washed my hair John's face kept popping up in my mind. I didn't want to be with anyone else, yet I thought about yesterday and didn't want to see him. My thoughts skipped over to Eric, a guy who has always been hot for me, but disappeared before we had a chance to give it a try. He was taller than John, his blonde hair and green eyes just made him different. Not to mention that his heritage was from Spain. He always made me laugh even when things were really bad at work and he was willing to do anything for me. He was probably half way across the continent by now and out of my reach. Still, I needed someone to talk to.
I finished my shower and stepped out to towel dry myself off. I brushed my hair and put on some tight hipster black jeans and a gray Dickies mini-tee shirt that hugged my curves showing a sliver of my stomach. I put on my Doc Marten steel toe boots, grabbed the phone and dialed Eric's pager number. I left a voice message telling what room to find me in and hung up. God, I needed him for me now more than before back in New York. I put my head in my hands and tried to fight back the tears of pain but to no avail. A few moments later the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Mon, it's me, Eric." The voice said.
"Hi, Eric. How are you?" My voice was noticeably shaky.
"I'm in Texas right now. What's wrong? You don't sound too well." His voice was a little on the static side, like he was on a cell phone.
"Well, um, something happened with John and..." I couldn't continue I got so choked up.
"Hang on, lemme pull over here. What happened? He hurt you, babe?"
"He went to this club and slept with some cheap ass stripper while I was sleeping in our hotel room. God, Eric, how could I be so stupid? Why does this have to hurt so much?" I took some complimentary matches that were sitting by the phone and chucked them across the room.
"Well, Mon, I don't know what to say. After all, you did pick Brad too and look what happened."
"Don't remind me, Eric." Dickhead.
"Want me to turn around and go kick his ass for you? Then we can hop on a plane and go to Australia or something and never have to worry again." Eric's voice had hope in it.
"No, Eric, the two of us together would just draw more attention than either of us wants. Besides, I think I have a way to get him back." My mind was working overtime.
"You gotta tell me. This is my cell phone minutes at good use here."
"I did this Amateur Night at the club that John met that bitch at and I won. Some movie producer saw me and she wants me to star in one of her movies. An adult movie." I could hear Eric's breathing get heavy on the phone. "I think she swings both ways because she was really checking me out. She invited me to a party at her place tonight so we can talk about it."
"She invite John, too?" Eric asked.
"Yes. I think she wants him, too." I sighed.
"I think I know who you are talking about. Roxanne Derrik, right? I've seen the ads for her escort service. Where is John now?"
"He's probably with his new girlfriend at the Hard Rock and I am here at the MGM Grand in a room that I won last night." I looked around the room.
"Go to the party, Mon. Go to the party and work that chick in front of him. Wish I could see that. Man, you with another woman...and me...shit. I have to slam my dick in a door this is way too hot for me." Eric laughed his sexy laugh.
"I don't want her getting the wrong idea." I really didn't.
"Monica, people like that don't fall in love. They just like cheap thrills and lovers are a dime a dozen. Just go and have fun. Tell her the truth about what's up between you two, she might help you out, you never know. Look, babe, I gotta go. If it gets bad, page me and I'll be coming to your rescue no matter what happens, okay. Have fun tonight and think of me while you're doing it." Eric laughed again. "Cheer up, sweetie. You got a friend and don't forget him, okay? I have my email address programmed into the laptop if you need to find me electronically. Use when you need to. When I get to DC I'll let you know what I find if I find anything. Bye, sweetie."
The phone went dead and I put the receiver down. It was 6:30 and Roxanne's party was going to start in another hour. I flipped the card over to find a small map on the back to her estate. I grabbed the truck keys and made my way down to the parking garage.
I hopped in Eric's truck and turned it over. The hum of the eight-cylinder engine had an addicting power to it. I turned the stereo on and browsed through the CD's that were in the six-disc changer. I came across one called Deena Noroian and I let that one play. The first song was called 'Pimp.' I sat for a moment and let it play. The beat was good and it fit my mood.
"You're never gonna know what it's like without me. You're never gonna know what it is to be free. You're never gonna get off of your bloody knees. You're never gonna, you're never gonna, no. You'll think of leaving me for somebody new, right after you ask me what I think you should do. Well, baby,baby, baby I love it when you try. It keeps that little innocent sparkle in your eye."
With that in mind, I back out of my parking space and out on to Las Vegas Boulevard heading north to Flamingo. I turned onto Flamingo per the map and headed out to a street called Harmon (I'm making this up). I followed it until it ended and there was a monster of a complex with a security gate and guard in a booth. I rolled down my window.
"Can I help you?" The husky guard asked.
"I'm Monica Rossi. I was invited to the party tonight."
The guard looked at a clipboard I assume had guest names on it. He shook his head. "Your name isn't on the list. Let me call Ms. Derrik really quick. She told me this morning she invited a couple extra people that weren't on this list. He went to the booth and called. He looked at me and waved me on through. I parked my truck in front of the grand entrance of this palace. I got out and a valet boy got in and drove to park the truck. Two handsome gentlemen opened the double doors for me and I walked on through. I walked into a huge party room.
There were people dancing, a buffet table that appeared to be catered by Hooters with their waitresses scurrying around in their Hooters attire, a band played on a mini-stage, lavish sofas guests were sitting on and socializing. On the far wall was a full size bar and that was where I headed and ordered a shot of tequila. I was in dire need of a drink and if I was going to pull something off in front of John I wanted to be semi-intoxicated so I felt no regret. As I walked to the bar I noticed how soft the carpet was beneath my feet.
The d�cor was autotopia and motorcycles-it would appear Roxanne like her mechanical toys outside of the porn business. I leaned up against the bar and got my shot of tequila and slammed it back. It took merely seconds for it to start having effect on me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and John was standing there with a painful expression pouring from his eyes.
"What do you want?" I asked like I was annoyed by his presence.
"I wanna talk. I wanna work things out." He sounded desperate and he took my hand in his.
I pulled away. "Please spare me, John. I'm not your type. Blondes seem to be your type. After all, you were married to one." I threw back at him as I noticed Roxanne standing behind us with a man on each side of her.
"What's that suppose to mean?" John put his hands on his hips.
I got another shot of tequila and threw that one down like the first.
"Glad you could make it," Roxanne said from behind us. "Why don't we go someplace that's less noisy so we can talk."
Come to think of it, it was quite noisy in there with the music playing. Roxanne must have observed the whole scene between John and myself. Perfect. She placed a hand on each our shoulders and left her two squeezes to mingle with the party guests. We followed her outside to a pool and spa with a waterfall. We sat down on some concrete benches in front of the waterfall.
"So, did you think about my offer?" she asked me.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" I was interested in hearing this.
"Well, I run a multimillion dollar industry here between my website, movies, and escort service. The people at this party have been in film so many times I have been getting hits on my site looking for some fresh faces. Some of them I have lost to Playboy in Hollywood, others have taken their money and went off to UNLV. I don't normally scout amateur nights, but I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to see what was out there and I didn't see anything until I saw you. I'm going to be shooting some on location adult films and some still photo shoots with my 1966 GTO and my Ducati motorcycles as well as a couple of Harleys. My question to you is: Are you willing to do photo shoots for the site and make movies or do you want to mono y mono in escorting?" She was studying me again with those blue eyes. "I think you both would be great in movies. You look great together."
I had to shake my head. Thinking about John with that Candy bimbo had me in stitches.
"Or I can cast you in separate films." I think she was picking up on our tension.
"That would be fun." I said. "What are the details?'
"Well, I give you $$$$$ up front and then you get royalty checks after that. Kind of like the music industry. If you don't have a place to stay I can get you both set up with room and board at an apartment complex here in Las Vegas. They rent to a lot of my employees that do filming for me. I can pick up the first month for both of you and after that you will have the cash to pay for it yourself. What do you think? Filming starts tomorrow so I need someone to fill these spots. You'll make great money, even though some of my associates think I am crazy for going against the norm. I am looking for something real. Everything I have filmed lately has been altered or enhanced. You both definitely are real."
"Sounds good. Do we need to sign anything?" I asked.
John just peered at me. "What do you mean we?" he asked.
"I don't know about you, but I need the money." I said as I smiled at Roxanne. She smiled back at me with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Fine." John sat back against the bench.
"Okay, well, I'll have my people get paperwork happening for you both for signing tomorrow. I need to get back to my guests, so if you'll excuse me." She stood up and walked back to the party. John let out a long sigh.
"So you'll fuck some other guy in front of a camera to spite me. Am I reading into that right?" I noted some sarcasm in his voice.
"What's the matter? Afraid I'll find someone better than you?" I stood up and walked back to the party events. I was hungry and I really wanted another shot of tequila. John followed me, trying to keep up with my swift pace.
"Monica!" he yelled but I pretended not to hear him as I walked back into the noisy room. I went to the bar and got my shot and got a plate of some buffalo wings. I sat down on one of the sofas and I watched John get a beer from the bar. The band appeared to be playing some generation-x music and 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails was the song they were starting. Roxanne came and sat next to me.
"Boyfriend troubles? I don't want to get in the middle of anything," she stated.
I was feeling a bit buzzed from drinking hard liquor on an empty stomach. Roxanne was wearing a black mini skirt that was so short I had a hard time telling if she was actually wearing underwear underneath it. She wore a matching black top that fit snugly, showing her nipple rings. No wonder she has two men with her at a time.
"No. Just a difference of opinion." I stared straight ahead as I drank my shot.
"Of?" She smiled.
"If you go out and sleep with someone else on the same day they were with you and still think that you're their girlfriend." I stared down at the floor. I could feel John's eyes from across the room.
"I see... Well, um, this is one of my favorite songs. Wanna go out and dance some of the frustration off?" I knew she was coming onto me. With the liquor buzz I didn't care. I wanted to make my point to John and make him pay for hurting me.
"Okay, why not?" I loved to dance. We went out to the middle of the crowd and started moving to the hard beats on the song. Roxanne moved around behind me, grinding her hips into mine. She was a little taller than me and I could hear her breathing in my ear through the music. She placed her hands on my hips so that we swayed together in harmony. I looked over to John as he was still at the bar but he had three beer bottles keeping him company. He stared at me from his bar stool, as I was getting gritty with our new boss. Our heat was filling the room as the song came to its chorus: "I wanna fuck you like an animal/I wanna feel you from the inside." Roxanne's hands went down my legs and back up again, moving to my shoulders and around to my breasts. I wasn't sure what to make of this, so I just went along with it because I knew John was watching me like a hawk.
The only thing I feared was her getting attached to me and then I would really be screwed. She turned me around to face her as we danced to the music. She pulled me into her and placed a wet, smoldering kiss on my lips with full tongue action. I was so limp from the tequila I couldn't push her away. Everyone else didn't seem to care what was happening between us. From the corner of my eye I could see John's mouth wide open in awe. I leaned into her a little, her chest against mine. When we parted all I could see was her crystal blue eyes. My breathing was erratic and my heart was skipping beats.
"Meet here at nine, okay? Make sure he comes, too." She ran a finger from my hips to up and over my hard nipples. I had to tell her I couldn't commit to something like this. This definitely was not my style.
"Roxanne, I don't want you to get the wrong idea-" I started.
She placed a finger on my lips. "I know. Your mind is on him and I don't know half of what it is that is going on. I just had to see what he was missing out on for myself. Don't worry; I won't hold this against you. I look forward to seeing that kiss in front of the camera. See you tomorrow if I don't see you again tonight." Her voice was soft and gentle as she smiled and wandered back off into the flurry of guests. I stood there stunned as to what had just happened as John came up from behind me and took me aside by the arm.
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Doggett:
"What was all that about Monica? You're into women now? Is there anything else you haven't told me?" I was livid. This nonsense had gone on too far.
"No John, I'm not into women. She just took me by surprise, that's all. She knows I'm not gay, I told her and she accepts that."
"Well that's a relief." I was still not convinced. "So you're going to go through with this aren't you? Is this all to get back at me for you 'thinking' I slept with another woman? When you finally come to your senses and realize I didn't sleep with her, how would that make you feel about all this shit?" I found myself gripping her arm a little too hard so let go.
She was looking into my eyes for the truth and I knew she'd found something. I played on that thought.
"Are you really going to fuck another man in front of the camera just to spite me, because if you are then this is all wrong."
"John, okay you didn't sleep with her but you let her think you were unattached, you deceived her, and in the process you've hurt me deeply." I was thankful that she'd finally believed me but I knew she was still sore about what had transpired in Candy's bedroom. I really didn't blame her, who was I kidding thinking she'd never find out? My body had controlled my head rather my heart controlling my body.
"So was she good? Did you enjoy the head job she gave you?" I could almost see some tears in her eyes and felt overwhelming remorse for what I'd done.
"Monica," I took her hand and stroked my thumb over her fingers and spoke as softly and genuinely as I could. "I'm really sorry for what I did and you have a right to be mad but please don't go through with this."
"It's all set in concrete now John. I'm going to do this. I need the money. I don't know when I'm going to be going back home. Money is needed to live the lifestyle I'm accustomed to."
She was talking in the first person as though she was going it alone from then on. My whole body slumped with the disappointment and fear that I'd lose her.
"I want you back Monica. What can I possibly do for you to forgive me? I can't live without you." Looking into her eyes I saw them gleam a little before she responded.
"Well if you don't want me screwing someone else in front of the camera then let that someone be you." My head shook slowly.
"Monica, I can't." She pursed her lips and then unclasped her hand from mine and began to move off without words. It only took a few steps of hers before I found my mouth saying what I knew she wanted to hear.
"All right Monica, I'll do it." She turned with disbelief written all over her face. "I'll do anything to get you back. If that's what you want then I'll go along." It had been a while since I'd seen that happy expression of hers. Walking slowly back she linked fingers with mine and went in for a kiss. Before our mouths touched there was a voice beside us.
"Mr. DiSalvo?" It took a while before I realized he was talking to me. It hadn't really sunk in yet that this was my new name. "John DiSalvo, there's a phone call for you." I looked at Monica and raised my eyebrows. "Who is it?" One of the men who'd been linked to Roxanne's arm replied.
"He didn't say. All he said was that it was urgent. Take it over there in the study."
"Wait here Mon, I'll be back soon." She just nodded, she was curious too.
"John DiSalvo."
"Hey there John." My hand had a death grip on the phone receiver and my jaw clenched on hearing Eric's voice. "Look I need to make this quick. I've put a block on the possible tapping of this call so I don't want to fuck around here."
"What?" I said coldly.
"Two things, firstly I thought I'd let you know that I've been digging around here doing some major hacking to get into the FBI's computer system and I've found something buried deep in cyberspace. There's certainly a cover-up; this file has major protection on it so I know it's crucial. Just thought I'd let you know that there's hope around the corner. I just have to crack it." Before I could say what I wanted to mention he continued. "I'm also looking into this supersoldier thing of yours and I know there are a number of these people in high positions in the FBI and the government. I'm hoping this secret file is linked to all this." He finally let me speak.
"Why tell me all this? I thought Monica was your confidante." He laughed and replied,
"Confidante, " he repeated and I almost saw his impish face on the other end of the line and felt like slapping some sense into it. "I'm calling you because I wanted to just let you know that I'm disappointed with you Johnnyboy. Don't fuck with Monica's feelings okay? She deserves better than what you're giving her. Yes, I know all about Miss Candy, she was distraught when she told me."
My teeth ground. All I wanted was to yell back a few expletives over the line to this motherfucker
but held back.
"Is that all?" That was hard to say.
"Yes, for now. Tell Monnie that I'll keep you both informed. Look, the light's flashing here, gotta go." The line went dead before I had a chance to respond. I looked at the receiver then replaced it.
As much as I disliked that man he was helping us find a way back home.
I found Monica at the food table. She was helping herself to some guacamole dip with a corn chip. She saw me and smiled as I walked up to her quickly.
"Who was that?" she asked. Then her eyes went sour and I looked behind me to see Candy making a beeline for me. She was wearing a sheer white sparkling dress that barely covered her ass and accentuated her bouncing braless breasts. Her blond long hair was done up on her head loosely. On her feet she wore a pair of white strappy stilettos. She looked so sexy that I momentarily forgot Monica right in front of me. There was a big grin on Candy's face as she reached up and pulled my neck down and kissed me square on the lips. My lips lingered there a little too long because when I looked up Monica was nowhere to be seen.
As Candy pulled me to the dance floor I looked over my shoulder in the hope that she'd return.
Even as Candy drove me to her place after the party I'd not seen Monica for the rest of the evening. I was in deep shit then.
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Reyes:
After I had my 'charming' little conversation with John I thought it best to enjoy the rest of my evening by drinking myself silly. I was so depressed by what had been happening all I wanted to do was to forget that it happened-or at least try. I walked up to the bar to get a drink.
"Shot of tequila, please." The bartender went down to get a glass. "No, wait-just give me the whole bottle and a glass."
The bartender's eyes widened as he set the bottle of Cuervo 1800 on the bar. I took the bottle and shot glass and headed out back to the pool where it was quiet. I sat down on the bench and poured myself a drink. Then another and another. Before I knew it the bottle was empty and my eyes felt glazed over. I tried to stand up, but I had no support underneath me strong enough that would hold me. I noticed that the music had stopped playing long ago and I had wondered what time it was.
"Monica?" It was Roxanne. "What are you still doing here? I thought everybody went home by now." She sat down next to me. When I looked up at her there must have been five of her next to me. I started to feel a little dizzy. "You don't look so well." She looked down to see the empty tequila bottle on the ground.
I could feel my stomach churning in protest to the amount of alcohol I had just put into it. "I don't feel good...." That was all I could say when she helped me up from the bench. She supported my weight and she helped me walk into her palace of a house. I couldn't focus at all and my vision seemed to be narrowed considerably. "I want to go back to my hotel," I mumbled.
"Sorry, babe, you're in no shape to go anywhere." Roxanne took me to a bedroom, hers I think. She let me go and I flopped on my back onto the mattress. There were black satin sheets on the bed that felt cool to my body. I felt like I was burning up, beads of sweat began to form on my head. Nausea began to overtake me slowly as Roxanne started to take off my shirt. "Devin!" she called. The loudness of her voice rang into my ears, painfully jarring my brain. "Get me some water!" When she got my shirt off I could feel her eyes looking me over. As I stared at the ceiling the room began to move in circles. "I hope he's worth the agony you're gonna be feeling tomorrow." Devin, the guy she called, came in with a liter of bottled water. "Thanks, Dev. See you in the morning." Her voice was smooth, almost soothing to listen to.
"Okay, Ms. Derrik." He replied and left the room.
I started to feel cooler now. My nausea still hadn't gone away and my face felt flushed pale.
"C'mon, Monica. You need to drink some water to help flush all of that tequila out of your system." She helped me to sit up, but I felt it all coming back up. I think she knew what was happening because she grabbed me and pulled me into her bathroom where I hugged the toilet bowl and heaved several times. It tasted just as bad coming up as it did going down. Roxanne held my hair back as I prayed to the porcelain god some more. I couldn't tell if I was feeling better or worse. I felt Roxanne's hand rubbing my back gently as my body convulsed in its release of toxicity. When I was through she helped me up to the marble bathroom sink and I washed my face with some cool water. I still felt woozy, so I went back and lay down on the bed. Roxanne sat down next to me.
"Roll over," she said in her sexy voice.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me-" I started using some slurry English.
"I couldn't if I wanted to. You're too drunk. If I thought you were at all interested I'd want you to be sober at least. Now roll over for me and I'll help you relax." Even with blurry vision I believed her. "Now, if I were a man, you wouldn't be so lucky. We'd be having a go at right now. But, lucky for both of us, I have better restraint than that." I rolled over onto my stomach and she removed my bra. She went over to her dresser and got some sort of massaging oil that had a hint of lavender to it. She put some on the palms of her hands, rubbed them together and began to massage my shoulders. "So tell me about John and why the two of you aren't getting along..."
The more she massaged me the more I started to relax and realize I wasn't going to be forced into an odd situation with her. I told her how I wanted him for so long but the timing was never right and when it was right it was fantastic until he went out and found himself in bed with a blonde stripping whore who liked cheap perfume. I told her I had the opportunity to be with another guy (Eric) who wasn't shy about his feelings for me. I told her in detail about what happened at the club, about what happened after the contest and when I stormed out of our hotel room.
"Was that the girl I saw him with? Blonde with fake tits?" Roxanne asked. "I have seen her around the various strip joints. She'd fuck anything with a pulse. I think she got invited because one of her friends works for me. I always wondered what it was about blondes. I always lose men to them. That is why I chose you to be in my films coming up. There's nothing fake about you or him. But, I know how you feel. I started getting into women because of a similar situation."
It's nice to know that we had something in common and I wasn't just spilling my guts for her to manipulate me emotionally.
"I was in the Bahamas doing a shoot and I kept trying to call back here. My boyfriend at the time seemed to have just vanished. Wouldn't return my calls, my pages, his cell phone was turned off. I was concerned; I thought something happened to him so I came back early to make sure. I heard some noise coming from the bedroom, so I opened the door. Not only was he with one blonde bimbo, he was with two. We got into such a bad fight it took five Las Vegas Metro officers to get me off of him. We were together for a long time and after that is when I decided to test the opposite end of the lake. But you didn't catch him in the act, did you?"
"No," I replied. "She was hanging all over him at the club and he reeked of her perfume. He said that she did him orally and he wouldn't sleep with her. I just don't know how to feel about it." I felt myself drifting into sleep as she rubbed my entire back down. She had a touch, no doubt about it. "I want him and no other. I just can't forget what happened."
"Well, if he's serious about you he won't give up to prove himself. Some men grovel like that. To me, though, I think it's weakness for them to try. But if you love him, I guess forgiveness could come, but it will be a slow and painful process. You gotta ask yourself if you're up to it or not. I don't want to be caught in the middle of this just to be fair. Most likely you two will be paired together and you will need to work beyond this to make it work here."
I took her point as I faded away into sleep. I do love John, but how do I forgive him and move on? Could I ever trust him again? Will I hold this against him for the rest of our lives? I didn't leave the Bureau for my life to be turned upside down like this.
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Chapter Six
Reyes:
Morning came and I awoke from hearing some splashes in the pool outside. I could hear music playing through some studio monitors out there and it was some sort of electronica music that was mellow compared to the music at the party. I remembered that I had been stripped down to my underwear and I could smell the massage oil from last night. My muscles were relaxed, but my head hurt like hell. It pounded like a four-alarm migraine through my entire cranium. I stood up and still felt a little lightheaded, but at least my vision was back to normal. My body ached like I stepped out in front of a train. I put my clothes back on and went outside to the pool where Roxanne was swimming laps. She saw me and swam to the side of the pool.
"How are you feeling this morning?" she asked as she jumped out of the pool. She had on a black speedo two-piece, her hair was in a long braid and I noticed silver a navel ring in her bellybutton.
"Like shit," I grumbled.
She toweled herself off. "Come in with me." She went back to the building where the party was last night. It was already cleaned up from the previous night's events. She went to the chiller under the bar and got out a can of Red Bull and gave it to me. "It tastes like shit, but it really helps the hangover. I speak from experience." I popped the can open and took a swig, grimacing from the bitterness of the taste.
"God, this is horrible." I said. "What time is it?"
"It's almost nine." Oh shit. That means John is going to show up anytime. "I'll be back. I've got to go and get your contracts for the two of you." The phone rang at the end of the bar and she answered it. "Hello? Hi Dave. Yes, let him in." She put down the receiver and walked out of the room. A few moments later John walked in and noticed that I was in yesterday's clothes.
"Did you stay here last night or something?" he asked as if he was interrogating me.
"What if I did?" I asked snobbishly. "What does it matter to you?"
"It matters because I love you." He took a few steps closer to me and I backed away from him.
"Oh really, John? Is that why you were hanging around Candy last night and the night before?" I could feel tears forming in my eyes.
"You slept with her last night, didn't you. You enjoyed that kiss so much you had to have more, right Monica? All that to spite me? What's next, a three way?" He was starting to yell. "I told you I was sorry and does that give you the right to go and do the same thing to me?"
"You make it sound like as if we're married. Is this how it was with your wife, too? Did you go out and do the same shit as you just did to me?" There was a moment of silence. "I fell for you, John Doggett. I can see clearly now that I should of left with Eric when I had the chance and all this time I waited for you was just a waste."
"You two definitely have issues," Roxanne said calmly from behind us. I didn't notice her standing behind John. "To answer your question, no she didn't sleep with me. I wish she did because she'd be smiling and not crying. In fact, she was so upset over your sorry ass she drank a fifth of Cuervo 1800 and lost it all in my bathroom. She was too drunk to drive back to the hotel so she slept here. Now, you need to resolve what is going on here. I have seen it so often in this business and it makes for an ugly work environment. If you can't, there's the door and don't let it hit you on the way out." I was amazed at how calm her voice remained. John, however, didn't look so calm. He looked like he wanted to knock her out.
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Doggett:
"Monica, why are you doing this to me? I love you and want you to be with me. If I could turn back time I would but the deed has been done now. I said I'm sorry; I'm going to do this porno shoot with you, against all my better judgment, and you're still mad. What more do I have to do?"
"Tell me what happened with Candy last night. She was all over you on the dance floor and it looked as though you liked it." She was using her probing eyes again to extract the truth. "She couldn't stop touching your ass while you were dancing. I suppose she touched the real thing in bed later too."
"You were watching us? Why didn't you just come over and tell her to piss off." I tried to keep my voice down so Roxanne wouldn't hear. "My god Monica, all I wanted was to hold you not her. I looked around later and couldn't find you, I thought you'd gone home."
"I was out by the pool getting drunk."
"You don't need to do that on my behalf." My arms were aching to hold her again. My lips still wanted to taste hers. "Mon, we need to be a little civil here. Roxanne doesn't want us fighting and I don't either. At least that's something the boss lady and me both have in common. Now let's hug and look as though we've made up so we can get through this."
Monica was the first to wrap her arms around my neck. She nestled into my neck as I also hugged her tightly. I missed this closeness and I knew she did too. She was taking in me scent; these were not the actions of someone who was drifting away. When Roxanne came back she saw us hugging and smiled.
"Okay guys, follow me, I have your contracts to sign and then we can get down to business."
"So soon?" Roxanne was obviously a no nonsense dame. That's why she lived the way she did: success, looks and money.
"I'll give you a moment to read through these and then I'd like your autographs down below."
As we read the contracts and eventually came to the conditions I was pleasantly surprised by the remuneration we'd receive. I had no idea how much making adult movies paid. We would be contracted initially for six films with a sliding payment scale of three thousand dollars each for the first then an additional one thousand dollars would be added on for every film after that making it four thousand each for the second and five thousand for the third and so on. Of course we'd be receiving royalties on the sales. After quickly doing the sums the figure of thirty-three thousand plus dollars each sounded too good to be true. After all we would be doing something we both enjoyed, fucking each other silly.
Monica was biting her bottom lip as she read and I knew she was perusing all the fine print.
"So how does the payment work?" I decided to ask a few questions while Monica finished her document.
"As soon as you sign the contract and give us your banking details we can add the first three thousand dollars to your accounts up front. As filming begins for each new movie the money will be automatically added to your accounts."
"So how long would filming take?"
"We're talking about short stories here initially and if they take on you may find yourselves in big movie roles." She changed her voice to a sexy growl with the next sentence. "And if the videotape Monica gave me to watch is anything to go by you two are going to take this industry by storm. I don't think I've seen quite so many positions and so much sexual satisfaction from one sitting. You two just sizzle together."
"Monica!" I tried to stay calm in front of Roxanne. "You didn't tell me you'd shown our tape to anyone."
"I didn't really find the right time."
"Look sweetie, don't blame her. When I found out about it I sort of insisted I see it. There's nothing to be ashamed of, both your bodies and moves are hot." I must admit I was flattered by these words. Yes, we were hot when it came to the bedroom and I could see it also intensifying.
"So when do we start?" Monica had signed the form and given the pen to me. My hand was almost shaking as I scrawled my name in the space provided.
"Okay then." Was that relief I sensed in Roxanne's demeanor? "We can start straight away if you like."
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"Come this way." Roxanne took us to another floor of the mansion and to a huge room set up as a hotel bar. "I call this the Studio Room. We use this for in house movies. We do a lot of on location shots too but there's plenty of time to get to those." She raised her eyebrows and then went over to a nearby table and picked up two folders and gave us each one.
"What are these?" I asked.
"These John and Monica, are your scripts."
"Scripts?" I laughed at the joke. "I didn't think porno movies needed scripts." She smiled and replied,
"I prefer to call mine 'adult movies' rather than 'porno'. They are much better quality and I like to have a story thread of some kind going. We don't want you just jumping each other from the start. We like to get a little 'foreplay' going first. Any questions?" I flicked through the lines I would be saying.
"Do we have to follow this word for word?"
"No John, you are free to ad lib. After all we want it all to flow freely so to speak," she chuckled and looked down to my crotch. "Of course in the bedroom scene we want you to do and say whatever comes naturally. I like a bit of sex talk in my movies rather than just grunts, groans and heavy breathing." I flushed a little thinking of the enormity of what I was about to do.
"What about the camera work?" Monica asked. "Will we have to retake shots?"
"We have a two camera team. This way one will get the close-ups the other the bigger picture. I like my scenarios to go off without a hitch. We don't want to break the 'mood' do we?"
"..and other cast and crew?" Monica asked again.
"In this story there'll be some extras in the bar and a full compliment of camera crew. In the bedroom we cut down the number of onlookers to have minimal 'distractions'." She paused waiting for more questions. "Okay, how about I run through the scenario with you then I'll leave you two to discuss any plans." We nodded.
"Monica, you'll be sitting at the bar alone after having a few drinks. John will come up next to you and order a drink. Monica, while he's ordering, you'll look across to him and obviously like what you see. As you sip your drink, John you'll look at her and it's lust at first sight. However you've arranged to meet someone at the bar so cannot follow up this instant attraction. You go and sit at a far table and look at your watch. Monica, you'll know that he's waiting for someone and feel disappointed." She proceeded with the remainder of the story and then left us an hour to read and talk.
"Oh my god Monica!" My mouth was open while I read the script. "What have we done? I don't know if I could have sex with you in front of a camera with people watching."
"John, you're already signed up. There's no option now."
"I know, I just hope I'm not too nervous to perform."
"Just pretend there's no one around except us. You know how good we are together. Just focus on me and what it'll be like in bed together." I nodded and looked into her eyes. She was a beautiful, sexy and smart woman who I wanted with me for the rest of my life. I didn't want to stuff up any part of our relationship again.
Roxanne came back with what looked like one of the crew.
"You two love birds, this is Raoul, he'll be looking after your wardrobe and make-up. While you're getting fitted out we'll set up the studio. When you're both ready we'll start filming okay?"
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