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I started an adventure story months ago but it withered. Editing Jomars "Cooder" series gave it new life. Is it worth continuing?
FREELANCER CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker
Tom Barrows, Chief Intelligence Officer at the National Security Agency at Fort Meade, Maryland, was perplexed. Every indicator pointed at a large drug shipment coming in soon. Santos had been quiet for far too long. Columbian troops destroyed three of his labs, but there were at least a dozen more producing cocaine. It looked as if Santos was preparing to put all of his eggs in one very large basket.
He sat up and punched the intercom button. "Bonnie, get me Will Stanton at CIA."
Will Stanton was his equivalent at CIA Headquarters at Langley, Virginia. They frequently worked together and helped each other out when they could.
Tom picked up when a red light on the phone flashed.
"Will, it's Tom. Thanks for taking my call."
Will chuckled. "I was expecting it. Patty said the President was putting a lot of pressure on NSA at the morning White House briefing."
"Do you have anybody inside Santos' organization?"
"Come on, Tom. You're asking me something like that right after the name of one of my operatives is leaked to the press?"
"What can you give me?"
Will sighed. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't help you out with this one."
* * * * *
Dominique was relaxing on a lounge chair beside a large, immaculate pool. The sun's bright rays bore down on her glistening, olive toned skin. Her slender, athletic body was covered in a skimpy yellow string bikini. The color contrasted nicely with her long, silky black hair.
A light ocean breeze fluttered the curtains in her nearby home office window. Inside, a unique electronic beeping indicated the arrival of a secure communication. The noise drifted out to her ears.
She sighed. "Time to get to work."
Her tall, long-legged body rose from the chair and stepped inside the house through an open sliding glass door. As Dominique passed by a portrait of her parents she glanced at the picture with the hint of a smile on her full lips.
Her father was wearing a U.S. Army dress uniform, replete with Captain's insignia and a Special Forces badge. Beside him was a beautiful, young Panamanian woman. They met while he was assigned to protect the Panama Canal and Dominique was born less than two years later.
Dominique remained in Panama with her mother's family as her father traveled the globe in completion of his duties. He finished out his career in Army intelligence. After high school they moved to Virginia after her father retired and started a new career at CIA Headquarters. She attended college in Virginia and received a degree in Criminal Law.
Despite her education and tempting job offers, Dominique yearned for Panama. She returned, alone, and began working for the Panamanian police force. Dominique quickly excelled and advanced into the ranks of the secret police.
Although she found it both challenging and exciting, the abuses and corruption she personally witnessed soured her on the job. But not before she successfully forged key relationships with important contacts that remained faithful to the kind-hearted, trustworthy, resourceful, and reliable young woman.
Beside the picture of her newly married parents was of one of Dominique dressed in a loose-fitting white outfit in a defensive pose. At the age of seventeen she'd earned her black belt in karate. It was a skill she'd continued to hone, as much for her physical well-being as for protection. In her line of clandestine work, danger was always part of the equation.
When she reached the locked door to her office, she pressed her left index finger on a pad while typing in a seven-digit security code. A second later the steel lock withdrew, allowing her to open the polished steel-core mahogany door. She walked to a desk containing an impressive electronics suite of secure communications, logged in to a laptop PC, and viewed the latest message.
“The NSA is in a bind,” she whispered to herself with a smirk as she read the name of the sender.
After clicking on the subject line, the body of the message was displayed. It took several seconds to download all of the components and decrypt them. Her eyes scanned several LED indicators on the front panel of the encryption/decryption device, verifying the process was being performed error-free.
Embedded in the text were links to the other software components. After reading the brief introduction, she left-clicked on the first link and watched as Todd Simon’s image appeared. Todd was her NSA handler, and one of a select few people that she entrusted with her life.
“The NSA believes Santos, a Colombian drug czar, is planning a large shipment of cocaine into the United States and wants it intercepted. They need to know when and how this is going to occur. I’ve collected all of the intelligence we have; a virtual walk-through of his known labs with suspected locations, detailed information on his residences, biographies on Santos and his known accomplices, and how he’s transported previous shipments.
“I know this is asking a lot, and time is short. We believe this may happen as quickly as the end of this month, which gives you less than three weeks. If you accept this assignment, you’ll be on your own. We have no one in-theater to assist you on this one, Dominique.”
The humorous expression on her pretty face faded away, replaced by one of deep concern. Although she rarely required any, it was nice to know back-up was there in case things turned ugly. But she wouldn’t have any safety net this time. This alone gave her good reason to pause.
Every assignment carried risk, but Santos was widely known for being clever and ruthless. He’d had entire families murdered on a mere suspicion that someone betrayed him, or as punishment for not getting a shipment through undetected. Santos’ anger was quick to flare and those around him feared his bloody thirst for vengeance. Trying to get inside his organization so quickly could have very grave consequences.
She turned her attention to the biographies. Santos had three brothers, all of whom worked for his organization. If there was any way in, one of them might be the only possibility.
Dominique began reading about the youngest, Carlos. He had a penchant for attractive women, the younger the better, and wasn’t at all happy at how Santos treated him. On several occasions, while drinking, he publicly denounced his sibling. Perhaps he was her way inside. It was amazing how the heady combination of hot sex, high-dollar drugs, and cheap booze could bolster waning confidence, heighten jealousy, and get people bragging.
The beeping of the security system alerted her to an intruder at the outer-most perimeter. She turned in the chair to a row of color monitors built into the wall to her right. Her lips formed a warm smile as she recognized Teddy’s red Jaguar convertible approaching the main gate. He punched in the code and disappeared from view as he drove inside.
As she leaned back and waited for his car to reappear in another monitor positioned at the front of the house, Dominique reflected on her relationship with him. For the past eighteen months Teddy had been a guilty pleasure. They met when he installed her communications suite. He worked as a freelance technician specializing in secure satellite networks, and she’d used him on one assignment since then that required his expertise.
Teddy was a rugged, handsome man, with closely cropped blonde hair and inquisitive hazel eyes. She loved his broad shoulders and muscled body that he always kept in good shape. He had ten years military experience in the U.S. Army and was a real asset when called upon. He was always eager for adventure and pulled more than his own weight. And, like Dominique, he was an expert in small arms.
There were times when he hinted about a future together, but at twenty seven she wasn’t quite ready to retire from the life that she loved. The electronic beeping of an incoming secure message was still as intoxicating as it was the first time, and until Dominique tired of it, she couldn’t dream of living any other life than this one.
When the car pulled up and stopped, she left the office and locked it behind her. Teddy understood the need for security and never made any inquiries unless he was directly affected and had a genuine need to know. Other than that he knew better than to ask, and she knew better than to divulge anything.
She scampered to the front door and pulled it open just as he approached. He stopped, drank in the beauty of her amazing bronzed body, and whistled in admiration. Dominique took a few moments to notice the tight brown short-sleeved t-shirt that revealed the rippling of his muscles, and his powerful arms and broad shoulders. She flashed him a coy smile as her gaze lowered to the outline of his sizeable limp penis that rested within his white shorts.
“You look stunning!” he greeted her.
“And you, sir, look utterly delicious!”
She closed her eyes and fell forward, falling into his strong arms. His hard muscles felt so good against her smooth skin and soft breasts as he swallowed her in a tight embrace.
“When will you let me make an honest woman out of you?” he asked. It had become a private joke between them, with Teddy persistently inquiring and Dominique continually evading. Yet he still held out hope that one day she might give him the answer he longed to hear.
“I love the tropical scent of your tanning oil,” Teddy admitted. “God, I could eat you alive right now!”
She giggled, “What’s stopping you?”
Dominique’s arms coiled around his thick neck and her legs encircled his waist. He stepped into the house and blindly kicked the door closed. The beep-beep of the alarm system chirped as it automatically turned back on. With his arms supporting her slight weight he walked into the bedroom. Light from the afternoon sun streamed in through sheer white silk curtains that covered two large windows.
He fell onto the bed on his left side, taking Dominique with him. She briefly squealed as they dropped through the air before striking the mattress. Their eyes briefly communicated the love they shared before closing. His mouth covered hers in a kiss. Dominique welcomed the wet warmth of his tongue as it snaked between her open lips.
“Mmmm…” she softly moaned as their juicy tongues passionately entwined.
She shuddered as tingling warmth developed deep in her loins. Her nipples swelled with desire as his cock began to stiffen with excitement. They were a perfect couple, their athletic bodies in a naturally erotic tune with one another. Dominique rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top. Sometimes she was the dominant lover, but this time she needed him to be.
As they kissed their hands explored each other’s bodies. She caressed his many hard muscles, fingertips lightly tracing along the distinctive ripples that separated them. He massaged her shapely curves, allowing his hands to savor the beauty of her lithe frame. The light touching and heated kissing soon had them fully aroused. Their growing sexual hunger was as undeniable as it was demanding.
Although he wanted nothing more at that moment than to sink his swollen vessel into her sea of love, Teddy put Dominique’s needs first. After breaking the heavy kisses his hungry mouth kissed a trail to her left ear. She squealed from the tickling sensation yet at the same time tilted her head, encouraging his advances. Her nipples strained with growing enthusiasm as she alternately giggled and moaned. At that moment Santos, and Colombia, were as distant as the furthest galaxy.
He selflessly devoured his lover. After glazing her sensitive ear with saliva, he licked a drying path of wetness down the side of her neck and to the sloping swells of her incredible breasts. She arched her back and enabled his fingers to loosen the plastic clasp behind her that held the bikini top closed. Once the fabric pulled away he gorged himself on the firm mounds and pulsating tips like a starving survivor.
By the time his mouth began its final descent Dominique was as wet as ever. Her flowing essence had already soaked into the narrow slice of fabric that barely covered her nether region. She continued to grow hotter as Teddy, ever so slowly, relished the flat belly and belly button on his way down. Her hips began impatiently thrusting, her juicy cunt eager for his loving attention.
“Go lower, baby,” she softly requested.
She moaned louder as she felt his fingers separating the clasps that held her bikini bottoms into place. When he pulled the fabric from her bare, shaved pussy, Dominique eagerly spread her quivering lower limbs as far as they would go. After sliding his hands around her hips, Teddy indulged in his second-favorite activity.
Her back arched and body tensed as his lips and tongue began to eat her fleshy outer lips. “Oh, yes! Oh my God, yes!”
Her tangy juice coated the tip of his tongue as it teasingly dipped into the slit and only briefly contacted the enlarged clitoris. Teddy savored the taste of her arousal before pushing the outer folds apart, exposing the tempting valley of goodness located within. His cock pulsed with eager life as he licked the pink walls of flesh, eagerly smearing her leaking juice on his cheeks and chin.
FREELANCER CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker
Tom Barrows, Chief Intelligence Officer at the National Security Agency at Fort Meade, Maryland, was perplexed. Every indicator pointed at a large drug shipment coming in soon. Santos had been quiet for far too long. Columbian troops destroyed three of his labs, but there were at least a dozen more producing cocaine. It looked as if Santos was preparing to put all of his eggs in one very large basket.
He sat up and punched the intercom button. "Bonnie, get me Will Stanton at CIA."
Will Stanton was his equivalent at CIA Headquarters at Langley, Virginia. They frequently worked together and helped each other out when they could.
Tom picked up when a red light on the phone flashed.
"Will, it's Tom. Thanks for taking my call."
Will chuckled. "I was expecting it. Patty said the President was putting a lot of pressure on NSA at the morning White House briefing."
"Do you have anybody inside Santos' organization?"
"Come on, Tom. You're asking me something like that right after the name of one of my operatives is leaked to the press?"
"What can you give me?"
Will sighed. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't help you out with this one."
* * * * *
Dominique was relaxing on a lounge chair beside a large, immaculate pool. The sun's bright rays bore down on her glistening, olive toned skin. Her slender, athletic body was covered in a skimpy yellow string bikini. The color contrasted nicely with her long, silky black hair.
A light ocean breeze fluttered the curtains in her nearby home office window. Inside, a unique electronic beeping indicated the arrival of a secure communication. The noise drifted out to her ears.
She sighed. "Time to get to work."
Her tall, long-legged body rose from the chair and stepped inside the house through an open sliding glass door. As Dominique passed by a portrait of her parents she glanced at the picture with the hint of a smile on her full lips.
Her father was wearing a U.S. Army dress uniform, replete with Captain's insignia and a Special Forces badge. Beside him was a beautiful, young Panamanian woman. They met while he was assigned to protect the Panama Canal and Dominique was born less than two years later.
Dominique remained in Panama with her mother's family as her father traveled the globe in completion of his duties. He finished out his career in Army intelligence. After high school they moved to Virginia after her father retired and started a new career at CIA Headquarters. She attended college in Virginia and received a degree in Criminal Law.
Despite her education and tempting job offers, Dominique yearned for Panama. She returned, alone, and began working for the Panamanian police force. Dominique quickly excelled and advanced into the ranks of the secret police.
Although she found it both challenging and exciting, the abuses and corruption she personally witnessed soured her on the job. But not before she successfully forged key relationships with important contacts that remained faithful to the kind-hearted, trustworthy, resourceful, and reliable young woman.
Beside the picture of her newly married parents was of one of Dominique dressed in a loose-fitting white outfit in a defensive pose. At the age of seventeen she'd earned her black belt in karate. It was a skill she'd continued to hone, as much for her physical well-being as for protection. In her line of clandestine work, danger was always part of the equation.
When she reached the locked door to her office, she pressed her left index finger on a pad while typing in a seven-digit security code. A second later the steel lock withdrew, allowing her to open the polished steel-core mahogany door. She walked to a desk containing an impressive electronics suite of secure communications, logged in to a laptop PC, and viewed the latest message.
“The NSA is in a bind,” she whispered to herself with a smirk as she read the name of the sender.
After clicking on the subject line, the body of the message was displayed. It took several seconds to download all of the components and decrypt them. Her eyes scanned several LED indicators on the front panel of the encryption/decryption device, verifying the process was being performed error-free.
Embedded in the text were links to the other software components. After reading the brief introduction, she left-clicked on the first link and watched as Todd Simon’s image appeared. Todd was her NSA handler, and one of a select few people that she entrusted with her life.
“The NSA believes Santos, a Colombian drug czar, is planning a large shipment of cocaine into the United States and wants it intercepted. They need to know when and how this is going to occur. I’ve collected all of the intelligence we have; a virtual walk-through of his known labs with suspected locations, detailed information on his residences, biographies on Santos and his known accomplices, and how he’s transported previous shipments.
“I know this is asking a lot, and time is short. We believe this may happen as quickly as the end of this month, which gives you less than three weeks. If you accept this assignment, you’ll be on your own. We have no one in-theater to assist you on this one, Dominique.”
The humorous expression on her pretty face faded away, replaced by one of deep concern. Although she rarely required any, it was nice to know back-up was there in case things turned ugly. But she wouldn’t have any safety net this time. This alone gave her good reason to pause.
Every assignment carried risk, but Santos was widely known for being clever and ruthless. He’d had entire families murdered on a mere suspicion that someone betrayed him, or as punishment for not getting a shipment through undetected. Santos’ anger was quick to flare and those around him feared his bloody thirst for vengeance. Trying to get inside his organization so quickly could have very grave consequences.
She turned her attention to the biographies. Santos had three brothers, all of whom worked for his organization. If there was any way in, one of them might be the only possibility.
Dominique began reading about the youngest, Carlos. He had a penchant for attractive women, the younger the better, and wasn’t at all happy at how Santos treated him. On several occasions, while drinking, he publicly denounced his sibling. Perhaps he was her way inside. It was amazing how the heady combination of hot sex, high-dollar drugs, and cheap booze could bolster waning confidence, heighten jealousy, and get people bragging.
The beeping of the security system alerted her to an intruder at the outer-most perimeter. She turned in the chair to a row of color monitors built into the wall to her right. Her lips formed a warm smile as she recognized Teddy’s red Jaguar convertible approaching the main gate. He punched in the code and disappeared from view as he drove inside.
As she leaned back and waited for his car to reappear in another monitor positioned at the front of the house, Dominique reflected on her relationship with him. For the past eighteen months Teddy had been a guilty pleasure. They met when he installed her communications suite. He worked as a freelance technician specializing in secure satellite networks, and she’d used him on one assignment since then that required his expertise.
Teddy was a rugged, handsome man, with closely cropped blonde hair and inquisitive hazel eyes. She loved his broad shoulders and muscled body that he always kept in good shape. He had ten years military experience in the U.S. Army and was a real asset when called upon. He was always eager for adventure and pulled more than his own weight. And, like Dominique, he was an expert in small arms.
There were times when he hinted about a future together, but at twenty seven she wasn’t quite ready to retire from the life that she loved. The electronic beeping of an incoming secure message was still as intoxicating as it was the first time, and until Dominique tired of it, she couldn’t dream of living any other life than this one.
When the car pulled up and stopped, she left the office and locked it behind her. Teddy understood the need for security and never made any inquiries unless he was directly affected and had a genuine need to know. Other than that he knew better than to ask, and she knew better than to divulge anything.
She scampered to the front door and pulled it open just as he approached. He stopped, drank in the beauty of her amazing bronzed body, and whistled in admiration. Dominique took a few moments to notice the tight brown short-sleeved t-shirt that revealed the rippling of his muscles, and his powerful arms and broad shoulders. She flashed him a coy smile as her gaze lowered to the outline of his sizeable limp penis that rested within his white shorts.
“You look stunning!” he greeted her.
“And you, sir, look utterly delicious!”
She closed her eyes and fell forward, falling into his strong arms. His hard muscles felt so good against her smooth skin and soft breasts as he swallowed her in a tight embrace.
“When will you let me make an honest woman out of you?” he asked. It had become a private joke between them, with Teddy persistently inquiring and Dominique continually evading. Yet he still held out hope that one day she might give him the answer he longed to hear.
“I love the tropical scent of your tanning oil,” Teddy admitted. “God, I could eat you alive right now!”
She giggled, “What’s stopping you?”
Dominique’s arms coiled around his thick neck and her legs encircled his waist. He stepped into the house and blindly kicked the door closed. The beep-beep of the alarm system chirped as it automatically turned back on. With his arms supporting her slight weight he walked into the bedroom. Light from the afternoon sun streamed in through sheer white silk curtains that covered two large windows.
He fell onto the bed on his left side, taking Dominique with him. She briefly squealed as they dropped through the air before striking the mattress. Their eyes briefly communicated the love they shared before closing. His mouth covered hers in a kiss. Dominique welcomed the wet warmth of his tongue as it snaked between her open lips.
“Mmmm…” she softly moaned as their juicy tongues passionately entwined.
She shuddered as tingling warmth developed deep in her loins. Her nipples swelled with desire as his cock began to stiffen with excitement. They were a perfect couple, their athletic bodies in a naturally erotic tune with one another. Dominique rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top. Sometimes she was the dominant lover, but this time she needed him to be.
As they kissed their hands explored each other’s bodies. She caressed his many hard muscles, fingertips lightly tracing along the distinctive ripples that separated them. He massaged her shapely curves, allowing his hands to savor the beauty of her lithe frame. The light touching and heated kissing soon had them fully aroused. Their growing sexual hunger was as undeniable as it was demanding.
Although he wanted nothing more at that moment than to sink his swollen vessel into her sea of love, Teddy put Dominique’s needs first. After breaking the heavy kisses his hungry mouth kissed a trail to her left ear. She squealed from the tickling sensation yet at the same time tilted her head, encouraging his advances. Her nipples strained with growing enthusiasm as she alternately giggled and moaned. At that moment Santos, and Colombia, were as distant as the furthest galaxy.
He selflessly devoured his lover. After glazing her sensitive ear with saliva, he licked a drying path of wetness down the side of her neck and to the sloping swells of her incredible breasts. She arched her back and enabled his fingers to loosen the plastic clasp behind her that held the bikini top closed. Once the fabric pulled away he gorged himself on the firm mounds and pulsating tips like a starving survivor.
By the time his mouth began its final descent Dominique was as wet as ever. Her flowing essence had already soaked into the narrow slice of fabric that barely covered her nether region. She continued to grow hotter as Teddy, ever so slowly, relished the flat belly and belly button on his way down. Her hips began impatiently thrusting, her juicy cunt eager for his loving attention.
“Go lower, baby,” she softly requested.
She moaned louder as she felt his fingers separating the clasps that held her bikini bottoms into place. When he pulled the fabric from her bare, shaved pussy, Dominique eagerly spread her quivering lower limbs as far as they would go. After sliding his hands around her hips, Teddy indulged in his second-favorite activity.
Her back arched and body tensed as his lips and tongue began to eat her fleshy outer lips. “Oh, yes! Oh my God, yes!”
Her tangy juice coated the tip of his tongue as it teasingly dipped into the slit and only briefly contacted the enlarged clitoris. Teddy savored the taste of her arousal before pushing the outer folds apart, exposing the tempting valley of goodness located within. His cock pulsed with eager life as he licked the pink walls of flesh, eagerly smearing her leaking juice on his cheeks and chin.
