Gi Joe Cold War

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This place was a frickin' depot. Munitions were stacked up everywhere. Grenades, rockets, ammunition. There ahd to be some proper explosives. Ah-ha! Composition B. That would work.

Scarlett came back. "I signaled Doc and Toxic. They'll hold off those freaks while we find Diablos. We carried the explosives in satchels and continued into the basement. Almost everyone else inside the building was dead. Some were ripped apart and other blown apart. Going down a twisting concrete staircase we cautiously entered a room with a steel faced door on the far enough illuminated by a dim light overhead. "That must be it" I whispered.

"Right. Get it wired," directed Scarlett. "I'll cover you."

Getting the door wired with Comp-B and det-cord took some time. The charges were tapped around the frame with det-cord shoved into the narrow slit between the door and the frame. I hope this door wasn't too thick. Otherwise we would need a howitzer to blast this thing open.

When it was all rigged I threw boxes to try and reflect the blast back towards the door. With the detonator, I pulled the pin and we hustled up the stairs to escape the blast.

KABOOOOOM!

It was a piercing crack that rumbled through the interior of the building. Dust and dirt fell from the ceiling onto us in a choking veil. Pushing through it we found, it worked. The door was blown open!

RAWEEEEEEEEE RAOOOOOOOO

YEAHHHIIIOOOOOOO

The Crazies' shrieks followed soon afterwards. "Oh, shit" gasped Scarlett. We could hear them running down the concrete paths towards us. We weren't going to make it, going into the bunker and stopping the Crazies behind us. There was only one way out of this, I grabbed Scarlett and pulled us down behind a pile of rubble. We got down before the Crazies reached the basement floor. They came galloping in, shrieking and crying with intensity that it hurt our ears.

Inside their bunker we couldn't see it, but Diablos and his men were stunned by the explosion. When the door was ajar, they stood poised with their weapons aimed. Little did they suspect that what was coming in was.

These frenzied creatures threw themselves at the steel door and with their bare heads ripped it off its hinges. Diablos's eyes were wide as the Crazies surged into the bunker. Shouting something in Portuguese, he aimed his pistol and began blasting away, striking several of them in the chest. They didn't go down.

His men blasted away with automatic weapons. With the power on in their bunker, they could see everything that occurred. Rounds ricocheted off the concrete walls. One man was jumped on by two Crazies. Together they ripped the arms from his sockets and beat him to death with his own limbs. Another man had his head ripped from his shoulders and was used to beat another man to death.

Not phased by the killing, Diablos felt that he could escape. His men, as disposable as they were, kept these Crazies distracted. He tried to go towards the door and escape only to be tackled by a Crazy. Rolling onto his back and tucking in his legs, the criminal shoved the creature away.

Crawling on his hands and knees, Diablos staggered towards the door. Coughing and sputtering, he was set upon by one Crazy that jumped on his back and clapped its bloody hands around Diablos' temples. Pulling back, the Crazy stood screaming as it applied pressure to the criminal's head. Diablos' screamed with eyes wide in horror. Scarlett and I could see it as the man tried to pry the Crazy's fingers off. It was no good. The constant pressure eventually broke bone. Scarlett and I saw in horror as Diablos' head not just pop but explode in a spray of bone, blood, and brains. It was enough to confirm a kill.

The Crazies were distracted long enough for us to start rolling in thermite and white phosphorus grenades before booking a hasty retreat up the stairs. They didn't see it coming until the grenades activated, thermite spewing white hot flames while choking and burning smoke filled the interior. We suspected that explosives, fuel or ammunition was inside the bunker. Perhaps we could cook it off and destroy everything inside. If not, those grenades may be enough to burn them to death. It turned out to be the former.

We were near the stop of the stairs when a terrific concussion knocked both of us off our feet. The floor began to gave way. This place was coming down around us!

Seeing this, Toxic and Doc decided now was the time to get out of Dodge. They repelled down to the ground floor just as Scarlett and I stumbled out nearby. "Hey! Hey!" Toxic waved at us. "Over here!" We came over. "Where's Diablos?"

"Dead" I replied.

"You sure?" asked Doc.

"Oh, yeah. We're sure" nodded Scarlett. "How do we get out of here?"

Our question was answered by a flash of light and the roar of an engine. Around the building barreled a Duece and a Half truck. It rolled right up to us with Jaye smiling out the driver's window, "Going my way?"

 

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Everyone

Everyone piled into the truck and Lady Jaye floored it. Behind us was the last of the crazies. Scarlett and Kidd had gotten most of the crazies with their bunker explosion. But there were still enough crazies kill Duke's team!

“How do we kill the last of them?” Lady Jaye asked as the creatures were racing after the truck.

“I got a plan!” Toxic said “Just get over the bridge, with enough space ahead of the crazies, like 5 car lengths”

“I love a plan that involves staying away from danger!” Lady Jaye commented as the truck picked up speed. The front gate was damaged but not open. Lady Jaye was headed right at it.

“Brace yourselves” She said.

“OH SHIT” Toxic exclaimed as the truck slammed into the gate. The truck rammed the gate open, but there was damage to the front end of the truck. Luckily the truck continued to drive. They went over the bridge. Toxic pulled out her rifle and took aim at the explosive she had planted under the bridge. As the ground sloped downward from the bridge she had a few second to take the shot. The timing was just right as the crazies were all on the bridge when she fired. The explosion blew up the bridge and more importantly the crazies.

Everyone in the truck took a deep breath. Toxic smiled at Duke and said “I think we can now send a “Mission Complete” report! That should get the Admiral off our case!”

“I think you are right! Toxic!” Duke said as he pulled out a cigar and lite. “Another successful mission!” Lady Jaye headed back to the Calypso’s Comfort.

 

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It was over. It was finally over. Diablos and his Freaks were finished. We could finally head home. There was to be a report and then, well, probably get recalled back to the States for a brief respite and then a posting for another mission. Brazil was a lovely place but there was no place like home, the States where there were greasy burgers and fries, milkshakes, and Three Stooges.

Riding back to the hotel, Scarlett was beside me. She reached over and squeezed my hand, giving a slight nod of approval. We pulled up in back of the hotel, we unloaded and headed up to our rooms. Duke said that he'll send the report to Brass. In the meantime, the rest of us were going to get clean and try to get some sleep.

At my door, Scarlett waited until the others had passed before looking at me, "You did good out there" she said. "How about, when we get back to the States, we put in for some leave and go somewhere?"

"Where to?" I asked.

"I don't know" she shrugged. "Someplace....mild" chuckling.

"How about Hershey, Pennsylvania?" I asked.

Scarlett's green eyes widened then narrowed, "The chocolate place?" she said then paused. "You know what, that sounds great. I like chocolate. Well, get rested. I'll see you in the morning, Kidd" kissing my cheek.

In his room, Duke was on the phone sending the good news back to the Brass. As excited as he was, he calmed himself while laying on the bed with the receiver to his ear as Jaye proceeded to kiss his bare body.

"We tracked down Los Diablos to his hideout. He's infused many former patients with his drug that turned them into vicious but uncontrollable and almost invulnerable monsters. We put down him and all of his followers and beasts. No casualties. That's what the Brass wanted to hear. They would inform the Brazilian government of this and let them clean up the mess. At least now there was going to be some peace in this tropical paradise.

Rather than going from room to room with the good news, Duke called us. I answered the phone having emerged from the shower, wrapped in a fresh towel. 0900 hours we board a flight to Havana, Cuba and then to Washington D.C for a formal debriefing and then, Duke said, we would be given Leave for our accomplishments. "For once" Duke jested, "We didn't fuck up."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Doc

This wasn’t where Toxic wanted to be. She was annoyed. She and Doc were supposed to be resting, reading and (above all) fucking. So, when one of Doc’s friends came banging on their door Sunday morning, as though it were the end of the world, Toxic had responded rather grumpily to the young man.

“What the fuck do you want!” Toxic asked as she opened the door of the small cabin they had rented. It was located in the swamp, near New Orleans. Toxic was wrapped in a bathrobe and nothing else. Doc’s young black friend Leon eyes went wide. First, because he was seeing a lot more of Toxic, particularly her huge breasts, than he had seen of her, two night ago. Second, it was still a shock for a white woman to be with a black man. The 1950’s had made progress with race, but this was the south! Things changed slowly here.

“We need Doc! Mayor Stewart was found dead this morning!” The young man said.

“Well… my pussy needs his huge cock! So, your dead mayor can wait. We are on vacation!” Toxic replied. Then she felt Doc’s hand on her shoulder.

“Viola… you know we have to help” Doc said behind her. Doc was wearing only a towel around his waist. His crotch was pressed up against her robe covered ass. She felt his huge cock hardening and pressing against her ass cheeks.

“Fuck!” Toxic exclaimed. “Where do we need to be?” She asked Leon.

“239 King street” Leon said.

“Ok” Toxic said and closed the door in the young man’s face.

She turned around to Doc. “I get to suck your cock before we go!” She demanded.

“Ok… but it needs to be quick” Doc said.

“Don’t worry… it will be! Your cock loves my mouth!” Viola said as she pulled his towel off and sank to her knees. Doc moaned as she started her wonderful sucking.

Doc love it. This how it had been since the formal debriefing in Washington DC. Duke had gotten another medal. The brass had thanked them and then everyone went on R&R. Doc had talked Toxic into visiting his friends near New Orleans. He told her, if they stayed out in a small cabin in the swamp, no one cared if she was a white woman with a black man. They could just relax, read, and fuck. Doc hoped this new development did not cause any problems with their vacation.

 

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I remember the long flight back to Washington D.C. There was a brief stop in Havana to refuel and then on to the Capital where we endured a prolonged debriefing with intelligence officers picking our brains separately to ensure that no detail was left out or false. Our actions were questioned again and again. We may have failed in some areas but we excelled in others. The King of Jordan and the Brazilian president Getúlio Vargas conveyed their gratitude to our team for their accomplishments.

When it was over, General Colton came down and also expressed his gratitude. "I stuck my neck out for you and you covered it," he said to me.

Our Leave was finalized-30 days-more than enough to get out and be a civilian. Our team gathered one last time to exchange contact information should the need arose. I had family in Maryland near Hershey, PA and used their address while Scarlett used another. We were trying to cover our tracks unlike the others, Jaye was all over Duke and Toxic was going to New Orleans with Doc.

We took the same flights, rented a car and found a nice hotel in Hershey. Unlike the others, we didn't get straight to the action. Instead we took at least two days to unwind, get into hot showers, eat real food, and enjoy the peace that was Pennsylvania.

One the third day is when things changed. After a day of walking in the warm sun, we returned to our hotel and laid out. Scarlett wore PT running shorts and top, guess she couldn't fully shake the Army. "I wonder what Toxic and the others are doing right now" I asked as I laid on my belly, Scarlett straddling my back and digging her fingers into the muscle.

"Toxic and Jaye are probably getting their brains fucked out," Scarlett replied. I laughed as her fingers dug into my shoulder blades, going after knots. "In one of her drunken rants, Toxic said that Doc had an enormous cock, larger than Duke's. Not sure if that's true, but I do know that yours is bigger than Duke's."

This made me pause because, earlier Scarlett said that they were never together. She answered, in one of his drunken escapades back in Japan, he emerged from a brothel butt-ass naked when she arrived to bring him back to base.

Finished with the massage, I rolled over and placed my head on a pillow as she lay beside me, rolled towards me on her right side, our faces a few inches apart. Last time we were like this, well, you know what happened.

"I was a typist in the Army. Then I became an aide to a general" Scarlett admitted. "He chose his aides and he chose me simply because I was attractive. He would use me as a figurehead for advancing women's rights and such in the Army." Rolling her eyes and drawing a breath, she continued, "Well, I did everything he wanted. Typed his speeches, made calls, ran errands, all that crap. It was pretty boring. But being his aide did give some advantages" that smile came back. "I got to meet a lot of guys." This rather threw me for a loop. Normally Scarlett was the prime, straight arrow, but her younger days as a commissioned officer in the Army, she was a bit like Toxic.

"I was young and on my own. Guys were paying attention to me. I felt alive," she sighed with a smile. "So I lived a little. Had a few dates and a few encounters" that smile with those thin lips grew with her eyes. "I even had a date with a black pilot." That caught my attention. "We met at an Officer's Club, one that didn't discriminate. We had a beer and then we took a drive up to a hill in Italy. It was real romantic. Next thing, we were going at it in the backseat. I don't remember his name, sadly, but I do remember it was wonderful." That smile continued to linger on her lips as I looked up at her.

"Most of the time it was just for fun, relieve stress or just one of those special moments," Scarlett continued as she brushed several strands of her head hair over an ear. "Then I met this one officer, real nice guy. He was a lieutenant in some artillery unit. We was an aide as well and would come by the General's office almost every day. We hit it off. One day, he asks me on a date. We went for a few drinks but that was it. Then things became serious, we met more and more and then we got a weekend pass, went to Paris and had, oh, a wonderful stay." That smile began to slowly disipate. Scarlett was in love, so it seemed to me. But the way the smile faded told me it didn't end well. "When the war ended in Europe, he came by and said he was going home. That was it. He ended it right there. We had talked of moving in together, starting a life, but he just said 'bye'" waving a hand. "Like that, he was gone."

"Oh, shit" I muttered. "I'm sorry."

Her eyes began to water and quickly brushed them away. "Yeah. Well, that's what I get for being so naive" she sniffed. "After that, I refused to be taken advantage of again. I clamped down and became a professional soldier. That's when I met General Colton." She then sternly warned me, "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you!"

"I won't" I replied.

"Good. Now, what about you? What was your life like?" her words calmly.

"I missed the war but stayed in the Army. This unit here was my first real chance..."

She waved a hand, "No. No. I meant, with a woman."

"Oh. Well, actually it was you" looking up at her. That caught her by surprise. "It was, really."

"It was really not the best way to do it," Scarlett chuckled. "But, I will say that it was quite magical-you and I that night."

"R-really?" blinking several times in amazement.

"Oh. yes" Scarlett smirked. Doing it in the dark, the two of us, reminded me of my first BJ. It was in England and I was out with some pilot. I was in my formal uniform and we went to an on base theater. There was no one there. We sat in the back. One thing led to another and I put his dick in my mouth" nervously chuckling. "He didn't get to finish because someone came in. Later we went to a room and he lost control and he, well, shot everywhere." The thought of Scarlett getting sprayed by cum was arousing in a way. "I didn't like it because it stained my uniform! I had to burn it all later because there was no way to get the stains out," pursing her lips.

"Why did you decide to come into my room that night?" I asked.

Her green eyes looked down for a moment, then at me. Adjusting her laying posture, "You looked like you were wound up too tight. I wanted to help you, and me as well. I think we were wound up too tight."

"When we did it, I could feel electricity flowing through me," admitting with widening eyes.

She smiled and laughed, "Yeah. Same for me. For your first time, you did pretty well. I wanted to moan." That made me blush. She pawed my chest. "Stop it! You you were great."

"I really wished I could've seen you" I admitted. Those words changed this from humor to a bit romantic/dramatic.

"Yeah. I do to" she whispered. "Speaking of seeing...you wanna know something?" I nodded. "This entire time, you've been looking up at my eyes and not staring at my breasts." Her tone was mostly straight but the thin smile added some jest. Without her uniform and such, just that t-shirt, she had a large rack. Perhaps she wrapped it up to avoid drawing unwanted attention, thinking that men wouldn't take her seriously. "That tells me a lot about you," reaching over and brushing my forehead.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Doc

Toxic and Doc made it across the small town of Laplace, to the affluent Mayor residence. Leon met them at the door, and explained to Doc that the Mayor had been found dead in his painting studio. A small collection of mayor friends, and city council members had congregated in the Mayor’s house by the time Toxic and Doc got there. Doc composed himself and politely, yet firmly requested “Please move away from the body, so I can conduct my investigation.”

“Who are you?” One of the men asked.

“He is an Army Doctor. He is really smart.” Leon said. That seemed to do the trick as everyone backed away.

The painting studio was a simple place, almost like a study off to the side of the main house. It had a washroom, a small kitchen and a small bedroom. It might have been a slave’s quarters 100 years ago.

There were multiple painting on easels in the room. Doc and Toxic could tell right away the Mayor was a good painter. He did portraits and life-studies – he was particularly fond of young women for his subjects.

Doc found Mayor Stewart’s corpse lying on the floor, his face in a grimace of agony. Doc looked at the corpse. Stewart wasn’t as tall as Doc’s six-foot-two frame, but he wasn’t short, either. Doc put his age at about fifty, despite the fact that Stewart still had a full head of black hair. The Mayor’s brown eyes were open, lifeless and staring.

“Creepy” Toxic said behind Doc, looking at the open eyes.

“Viola, please…” Doc said asking her for some space.

Toxic backed away as she looked around the room. There was a lounger near the window, with an incomplete painting on an easel nearby. The painting was of a young maiden, in a pose – semi-naked with a rose in her hands. However, Toxic noted where the picture was incomplete. The rose had not been filled in. There was also a careless streak of red, running diagonally down from the middle of the picture, to its bottom right corner.

Toxic saw a real rose near the lounger. She knelt down and picked it up.

“Hmm … looks like he could have died before he finished painting the rose.” Toxic told Doc. Doc got up and walked over to Toxic. Looking at the painting, the red mark and the rose in her hand.

“I bet the girl in the picture had a shock!” Toxic quipped. Doc nodded. Then, he looked around.

“So, anyone know who this woman is?” He asked.

The congregated people exchanged glances then returned blank looks to Doc. Doc walked back over to the corpse. He re-examined the Mayor’s fingers. There was some dried red paint on them. He smelt a faint, yet distinctive smell. It was a thick, sweet smell with a sharp, almost citrus twist. Doc recognized it in an instant.

“Poison.” He said. “This man has been murdered!” There was a murmur from the others. Doc walked back over to the painting, again and smelled the red streak – there it was again, the smell of the poison.

“The poison was in the paint. Very clever! Let’s see if we can find the red paint pot … but, be careful, you don’t want to get near the stuff.” Doc warned everyone.

Doc and the others searched the studio and the other rooms, but to no avail. Someone had taken the red paint pot.

“Maybe the mystery girl took it?” Toxic suggested

“Yes … but why did she kill him?” Doc asked.

 

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"You're not like most guys I know" Scarlett continued. "In fact, one of the first things Duke ever said to me when I joined the unit was how big my breasts were."

"Bet that went over well" I chuckled.

"Oh, it did" she nodded. "I slapped the taste out of his mouth. Hehe. Duke was never popular to me. Real full of himself and constantly trying to outdo everyone."

Responding to this, I said, "That would probably explain why he has so much sex."

Brushing from of her red hair from her face, she sighed, "Maybe. Just maybe" holding up a finger, "But it may also be psychological. Duke's been around for a long time, and all that may have damaged him."

"Like Shell Shock?" asking as I shifted around a bit to get off a lump in the mattress.

"Yeah. That. I'm not a doctor but I've seen symptoms like what he has, copious amounts of something to keep his anger and fear suppressed; alcohol, drugs and probably with him-sex."

Biting her lower lip, Scarlett let out a long sigh before she traced the tips of her left hand up and down my thigh. "Let's not worry about that" shoving the thought aside. "Right now, it's just about us. Duke and Toxic and all them, they don't exist right now."

"Yeah" smiling. "Let's do something else."

Coyly smiling, Scarlett asked in a near whisper, "What would you like to do?"

"Watch TV?" I replied with a slightly awkward tone. Scarlett may have taken this as just a joke because she laughed before sliding over and sitting on my lap, that large and heavy ass plopping onto me, that hot and steamy breath lightly panting in my face.

"How about you watch this?" she gasped as her hips began to grind. Oh, yes. Let's go with it instead!

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Doc

The police showed up after about ten minutes. Before that, Toxic and Doc had a chance to check the mayor’s drawers and desk – all seemed in order. In fact, there were some valuables lying about. So, the murder was not a robbery. It could have been a political killing, or something to do with the young lady in the painting, lover’s spat, or an angry boyfriend, something like that.

Toxic did pick up the Mayor’s artist sketchbook and flicked through it. There were a number of well-drawn pencil sketches of various people; mostly pretty young women. A lot of the same girl in the painting.

“We need to find out who this girl is, that’s for sure.” Toxic suggested.

That was when the police showed up. Doc explained what he had found. The Police thanked him and told him to “stick around” in case they had more questions. Toxic got a few odd looks when she walked out of the house with Doc.

“Good deed done!” Toxic said to Doc “You are my hero… now let’s get back to fucking!”

Doc laughed “Yes… I believe it is my turn to suck on you for a while!”

They headed back to the small cabin and for the rest of the morning, Doc was busy with Toxic. After two hours of fucking, the two, lay next to each other and talked.

“Doc that was some amazing fucking” Toxic stated

“You were pretty good too!” Doc countered.

“I could get use to this! We could live in a small cabin in the woods” Toxic said.

“You would get bore and you know it. You want to be in the action. That is your nature.” Doc stated.

“That is not true. I can be a stay at home, wife. I’d love to cook for you! I’d probably do it in the nude, so you’d get all turned on!” Toxic giggled.

“That… is exactly what I mean. You need to push people’s buttons. Cooking in the nude. You love being the naughty girl. Or the trouble maker… all designed to make you the center of attention.” Doc reasoned.

“Well, you are the same way. Bring a white girl to New Orleans! Getting involve in the Mayor’s murder.” Toxic pointed out, then she mimicked Leon “Doc is so smart” she said.

“I wonder if the police found that girl?” Doc asked, turning the conversation on to the murder.

“It is driving you crazy… I’m not the only one that wants to be in the action!” Toxic stated.

"So let's dress and find out how the police are doing" Doc suggested.

"Ok" Toxic agreed as she slipped out of bed. Her huge breasts swaying as she was still totally nude.

Seeing her naked again, Doc's cock got hard. "Maybe... one more fuck before we work on the murder case" Doc suggested.

 

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Scarlett's warm body on top of me, her hands on shoulders, chest against my chest, soft green eyes close to mine. "So, what would you like to do?" she whispered. "I'm up for anything."

"Anything?" I asked.

Her smile widened, "Oh, yes. Anything" giving a kiss to the lips.

"Well, we can cuddle!" I replied.

That was a strange answer that she narrowed her eyes at me. "I love to cuddle, but cuddling usually comes after something," tapping the tip of her index finger against the tip of my nose. "Tell me, it's just us, what would you like to do to me? What do you like right now?"

"I like your eyes" I replied looking up at her.

Another strange answer, she liked it and leaned in a bit, her melons pressing against my chest. "Yeah? What do you like about them?"

"They're color, they so-so soft, inviting," I replied in a whisper. "I feel like every time I look in them I can get lost. They're gorgeous."

Biting her lower lip, Scarlett slid her left hand down my arm, cupped my hand and brought it to her covered breast and clapped it over her right boob. "You like my big boobs?"

This felt like a test. She was trying to pull out my true feelings. In addition to grabbing her chest, the redhead was rubbing her pelvis onto my crotch to illicit a response, to get my horny nature to come out. I had to suppress it. The other feelings I was had, ones about Scarlett personally and not her body, is what she should be told. "I-I do," stammering, "But I really like your eyes, hearing your voice..."

"My voice and not my ass?" continuing her distraction.

"Those only get you so far," I replied. Swallowing hard and looking at her face with those bright and soft green eyes, half pursed lips, her chest pressing against me with each inhale, "When I first met you, I liked your bright red hair because it stood out, so long and a ponytail and you in your fatigues. But when I joined the unit, you took me under your wing, you were stern sometimes but always kind. You've saved my life many times. When you were in my room, I was hoping that afterwards you would stay with me because I just wanted to hear you breathe as we held each other."

Scarlett just stared at me perplexed for a moment. Her cheeks turned red and she laughed, straightening her back. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed with hands to her cheeks. My original thought was, she was taking it as a joke and that would kill the mood. No. Not this case. Rubbing her cheeks and placing them on her hip, Scarlett pursed her lips and shook her head with those alluring eyes. "Oh, Kidd" leaning in and this time laying her full body against mine. "Flattery will get you everywhere with me" she gasped before her pink lips touched my jaw line.

Pulling back once more, she raised her arms above her head, bent them at the elbows and pulled her shit off above her head revealing her breasts hemmed in by her bra. Even with that on they sloshed about as she moved. Giving me another kiss, Scarlett allowed me to touch her chest with both hands. "Mmmm. I feel you outside of me, now I want to feel you inside of me." Before I could even respond, the redhead slid down my body and in one motion pulled down my pants and off they went. Then she removed and cast aside her shorts. Her long, slender fingers grabbed my firm shaft, giving it a few gentle strokes before her green eyes flashed and the head disappeared into her mouth. A jolt of energy surged through my body. Watching me pant, Scarlett smiled, pulled back a bit to tease, then kissed the head and plunged it down her throat.

"Ah! Oooooh" I cried, eyes wide.

"There ya go" Scarlett whispered, slurping some more. To add to it, popping the cock out of her mouth she slapped the wet length against her bra covered chest. "You're certainly bigger than Duke," she jested. Crawling back on top of me, she reached back, grabbed my firm rod and worked the wet, slick head into her. It felt rather strange being inside her as her walls tightened around me as Scarlett gasped and let out a long sigh.

She rode fast. Even though we were alone, Scarlett didn't moan loudly. She panted in my ear as she did the work. My hands were around her hips holding her tight as her ass bounced off my lap. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" she panted with hot, humid breath in my ear, eyes closed, her, "Ya!"

Our lips touched, she shoved her long tongue down my throat as her red hair spilled over head and shrouded our faces. "God, ya!" she gasped. Biting her lower, "Your name is Stud from now on" Scarlett panted. Before I could think about it, I felt my surge coming. Scarlett could feel it as well, taking a deep breath and exclaiming with curling moan as the thick spunk shot inside and filled her. It was over faster than I thought it would be but it was more magical than before.

Lowering herself back down, she rolled to her right to lay beside me.

"Now we get to cuddle" whispering to her. Scarlett chuckled, brushing my hairline before giving a long kiss as her legs rubbed against mine.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Doc and Toxic

Doc and Toxic checked in on the police. They could not tell them too much, but it was clear, the police had made no head way in the case.

“Let’s get to know this town of Laplace, better” Toxic suggested. The two when walking through the town, asking people if they knew the girl. Toxic used the Mayor’s artist sketchbook to describe the girl. In the black sections of the town, Doc did the talking. When they got in the white section, Toxic took over.

It was not until 1 hours later, they found her. They were at a cheap hotel on the edge of town. A plump woman behind the check-in counter said “Her name is Shannon, Shannon Holiday. She lives close to New Orleans. Lovely looking girl. Chatty little thing and always very helpful. She’s a maid, y’know? She cleans rooms in this hotel.”

“Great!” Toxic said, and then asked. “Is she here now?”

“Yes, she should be on the third-floor cleaning rooms.” The plump woman told them. Doc and Toxic headed up to the third floor. “She does not sound guilt to me. If she killed the mayor, she would not have come to work. She would have run off.” Toxic reasoned.

“The poison paint was a clever idea. Maybe she thought it would take the police a long time to figure it out.” Doc suggested.

They made it to the third floor and found the maid cart parked in front of a room. The door was closed. Doc grabbed the doorknob and quietly opened the door. Peeking inside, his gaze fell on Shannon. Her back faced Doc, but he could tell her breasts were exposed. She was straddling a man on the bed. She was riding his cock. Her beautiful stocking covered legs and black stiletto heels on either side of the man. Neither she nor the man, saw Doc peeking in. The man on the bed, reached behind Shannon and unhooked her black halter top. Pulled it off her, so he could watch her tits better. It was a very sexy little French maid outfit and the man was really turned on! He reached down and was working on removing the very short skirt of the maid outfit. Judging by how hard his cock was, the man loved the sexy outfit!

Toxic whispered to Doc “Follow my lead”

She entered the room, opening her blouse. “Free, bonus! You get me, and a black stallion as a special offer today!” Toxic told the man under Shannon.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Scarlett chuckled, tracing a finger down my chest. "Normally I like to cuddle" she replied. "But we have not a whole lot of time together. When we get back to the unit, things may be the same, but there will be a lot of things that are different. No doubt that Toxic and Doc are together and that Duke and Jaye are together. Both are probably fucking each others brains out. It's a good release. When we get out next mission, though, all of what we have right now will have to be put on the side. While I do love you, I must revert myself back to that 'tight ass' leader as before."

"I understand" I replied softly.

My words didn't appear to sooth her concern. Those green eyes lightly closed then opened with a sigh. She was right. After what we've been through, both on mission and now, Scarlett was no longer that 'tight ass' when I first met her. We were lovers. Our professional relationship was changed. Does that mean that our integrity was compromised, that we our choices and leadership and everything else would no longer be as solid? Maybe, maybe not. Certainly the Regulations would beg to differ. Then again the rules within the military were not always the best.

Don't worry about what tomorrow was going to bring. Only worry about what was there, at that moment. Scarlett's hot breath on my face brought me back to that moment.

"What do you want to do next, stud?" gasped Scarlett.

"Maybe a shower" I suggested.

"I'd like a shower" she panted.

"What about a bath?" I then asked. "I can lay down and you lay on top of me..." that turned her on more.

Chuckling and smiling, "Ohhh that sounds soooo relaxing" lips next to mine. "Your arms around me..." the longer she talked, the more her fingers caressed my chest and stomach. Her massive chest pressed against me, still wrapped in her bra. She knew it and was using it to get my attention. Yet she was still amazed I was looking into her eyes more than looking at the rest of her body. "Tell me, what do you want to do over everything else?" she asked in a whisper. "Tell me. Don't hold back."

"I would like to take a bath" I replied. "Fill the tub with hot water and some bubble bath. I would lay down and you would lay on top of me, we lather each other up with suds and wash each other..." as my words carried to her, the redhead smiled continuously, "I would was your hair and you would wash mine. After that, we would give each other some massages."

"That sounds lovely" Scareltt whispered. "I know you're good with your fingers. I'm also good with mine. Let's say we get to that right now!" giving one final kiss before she pulled me off the bed and dragged me to the bathroom to not skip a beat.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic, Shannon, and Doc

Shannon gasped and got off the man she was fucking. The man was about to cum, and Shannon pussy slipping off his cock and Toxic’s big tits, pushed him over. With his cock pointed to the ceiling he shot his wad. It was like a little fountain.

“Oops” Toxic said. She was sorry to have caused the man’s fuck to be over. She pulled her blouse closed and started to button up her blouse.

“Who are you people?” Shannon gasped.

“Before we answer, how about we find a better place to talk?” Toxic suggested.

“Hey… I paid for her services” The man said as he pulled himself upright. His cum all over his belly and legs.

“Actually, I’ll cover the expense. Sorry, for ruining it.” Doc suggested.

“Ah, ok” The man agreed.

Shannon got dressed and we all headed to an empty room on the 3rd floor. Shannon was a beautiful woman. She had stunning long golden hair and a warm face. Big, round hazel/green eyes, that watched Toxic and Doc with concern. She was probably 20 years old, but looked younger. Her skin, elegantly nose and mouth made it seem as if she was a princess. But there was a sadness in her eyes, just as the plump lady at the hotel check-in desk stated.

“Shannon, please sit down.” Toxic told her.

She took a seat and asked “What is this about? Are you cops?” She asked.

“No” Toxic answered. “There is no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll be direct. Mayor Stewart was found dead in his house this morning”

A shocked look hit Shannon’s face. “What?” she asked in disbelief.

“I know it is unexpected news.” Doc said. “But it is true. Worse, he was murdered. Someone poisoned the paint he was using.”

“Murdered?” Shannon gasped. “He is gone…” She whispered to herself and started to cry. Doc and Toxic remained quiet and allowed the young woman to grieve. Both of them were 90% sure her reactions were real. Shannon had no idea the mayor was dead.

After a minute, Shannon started to pull herself together

“The mayor was working on a painting of you, when he died. It looks as if you were there when he died.” Doc told Shannon.

“No… I was not there. He was alive when I left. I was posing for him, but after he finished painting me, he finishes the other parts without me there.” Shannon explained.

“Do you know why someone would want to kill the mayor?” Toxic asked.

“Ahh” Shannon got a puzzled look on her face as if she was thinking something through. Then she said “No, sorry”

“You’ll need to talk to the police. You should do it right away” Doc said.

“Ok, I’ll clean up first. Then I will head over to the police station” She said.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

The tub was small. It wasn't designed for two people to lay together, even one on the other. My legs were bent and splayed slightly to allow Scarlett's legs to lay between. I'll be honest, it was rather uncomfortable and she knew it. Most of her weight was pressing into my pelvis and stomach. That's why we didn't stay long in the tub. The hot water was relaxing but it was best using the tub alone or standing together in the shower. Hmmm. That sounded even better.

Making the best of it, this busty redhead rolled around to face me and pressed her nice breasts against my chest, those pink lips kissed mine and we looked each other in the eye. She smiled. "Remember, anything" she said softly. My mind was buzzing over what to do. She was a leader and loved innovation, improvisation, commitment, and above all else-confidence.

She left the tub first, wrapped herself in a fresh white cotton towel and went to the bed. Left alone for a moment to think, splashing now warm water on me, it gave me a chance to think. In a short time I knew what to do.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Scarlett had redressed herself in a fresh set of shorts and a shirt and laying on her stomach, her head closest to the glowing TV. Her long redhead was mess and draped between her shoulder blades. She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes as her head, resting on her folded hands under her chin.

Not bothering to dress myself, I had a mission. Instead I was wrapped only in a towel. Climbing onto the bed behind her, I slowly straddled her backside and leaned over, hands on her shoulders. Laying her head on its left side, my dear took in a long breath and let it out slowly. My fingers touched her firm shoulders and began digging in. At first she winced at my touch but she didn't reject it. It comes with the practice. Her muscles were still tense after all this time.

My mind was flashing over fantasies. Why not? I had the image of her, or us, doing this in the barracks. Scarlett coming back from PT, her body lathered in sweat and dirty. That long red hair in a ponytail that stuck to her hot flesh. She would ask for a massage, the perfect thing after a stressful activity. When it came to massaging her large, soft, backside, the shorts would come down and my cock would go in. There would be the two of us, going at it doggystyle, bed shaking, squeaking under our movements. My dear wouldn't wail out of fear that it would give us away, I mean-a superior and a subordinate-the scandal that would follow!

Going along her spine, digging deep with the fingertips, she gave our a moan that was part pain and part pleasure. Persisting until reaching the small of her back, my hands cupped the cheeks of her large backside and gave them a playful jiggle.

Scarlett giggled until she felt something else tapping her backside. She knew what it was and drew another breath and it out with a low moan. Slapping my rod against her flesh, the wet head rubbing against the curvature of her backside and down her outer and then inner thighs, she quivered, giggled once again in anticipation.

The head rubbed against her pink lips. A gentle push as it went in. Oh, yes! It went in and I went slow and steady with my thrusts. Scarlett panted lightly, resting her head on its left side, eyes closed. 'Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.' Our flesh came together with a 'clap clap clap'. Our bed was better made than the ones in the barracks. It enabled me to go faster. Hunched over her smooth body, hands on her hips, I was pulsing as fast as I could, stabbing my rod into her tight hole, walls wrapping around it. It felt great. Heat was rising from her body. Our hearts were pulsing. We had already taken a bath. Didn't feel right to climax on her gorgeous exterior following a bath. Then again, it may prompt taking a shower!

Grunting, biting my lower lip, my body was straining trying to keep this up. This wasn't like me to cum so many times close together. Had to try. Had to impress. My body would hate me later. Looking down at the dip of her back and the rise of her backside, I could see the flesh jiggling. It was, strangely, a lovely sight to see.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I gasped feeling the rush. My muscles tightened, energy flowing to my loins. Gritting my teeth and giving it one last push and holding it, I felt the soft spurts as the rich white fluid rolled in. I'm sure it was more a leak than a spurt after all that but it still felt good to the both of us.

She gave off a long and satisfied purr. Jiggling her backside in gratitude, her eyes slowly lifted, lips in a wide smile. Leaning over her body once again, my lips kissed her cheeks.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Doc, 5 hours later

Doc pulled out and with his cock slick with her juices, he slowly began pushing his cock into her ass.

"Ohhh myyyy," Toxic gasped, clenching her teeth, as she grabbed the comforter.

"Shit, your white ass is amazing" Doc moaned, as his huge cock slowly sank in to her ass.

Toxic just kept her teeth clenched as she was close to her orgasm. Doc’s huge cock disappeared inside her ass. It looked like some sort of magic trick as all ten plus inches disappeared in her beautiful backside.

"All in," Doc moaned.

"I'm so fucking fulllll," Toxic gasped.

Doc gently began sliding in and out of her ass. Toxic’s facial expressions told the whole story. She had intense pleasure written all over her face. Her breathing rapid, her lips and lusting.

After a couple of minutes of Doc fucking Toxic’s ass. She squealed with delight and gasped, "I'm commmmmming."

Doc kept fucking her as her body began to tremble. Even as her body continued to twitch, her orgasm still going, Doc pulled out and exploded cum all over her ass. Big, strong, health squirts of cum.

“Fuck” Doc exclaimed as his orgasm completed. They lay together and cuddled for a while. Then Toxic said “I’m going clean up, then I want some more of your huge cock!” She told Doc.

“Honey, I think he has been fucked out for tonight!” Doc told her. Toxic just gave him a naughty look as added “We’ll see…”

Toxic closed the bathroom door and used the toilet paper to get the cum off her ass. Then she heard someone banging on the small cabin’s front door. She heard Doc open the door and ask “Can I help you, folks?” This was followed by guns being pulled and cocked.

“Put your hands up in the air, and don’t move!” One of the visitors said. The same voice said “Frank, get him some cloth, we can’t bring him to the boss wearing only a sheet around his waist!”

“Where is that white girl you have been seen with?” The voice asked.

“Miss Bailey is staying closer to New Orleans in The Belmont Hotel.” Doc lied.

“We’ll drop you off first… then we’ll get her” The voice explained. “Now get in the car”

Toxic peeked out the window and watched as the men got Doc some clothes and then put him in the car and drove away. She got out of the bathroom and quickly dressed. She called the only people she trusted with her and Doc's lives, Scarlett and Kidd.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke and Lady Jaye

Lady Jaye slipped off the hotel bathrobe with a big smile on her face. She was completely naked. She was stunning. Firm, full breasts, beautiful pink areolas. Her flat stomach and amazing pussy. Speaking of her pussy, her pink pussy lips looked swollen in excitement.

"Very, very nice," Duke grunted standing on the 23rd floor balcony, looking back into the hotel room “Now come out here.” He ordered her.

Lady Jaye pointed out. "But...but somebody might see."

"So what” Duke replied.

Lady Jaye’s eyes sparkled. “You are naughty”

Duke grinned as he dropped his boxer underwear. His big rock hard boner standing at attention. "Come over here. Get on your knees and suck my cock." He said

Lady Jaye eyes opened wide. "MMMM” She moaned. She practically bounded out onto the balcony. She put her hands on Duke’s chest and looked dreamily into his eyes. "Whatever you want," she cooed.

Her hands slid down his chest until she was on her knees. She grabbed the shaft of his pole and stroked it gently. She pointed it skyward and licked the underside from balls to tip twice. At the end of a third swipe of her tongue, she slipped his cock into her hot mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Duke groaned when his balls slapped against her chin. She had taken he big massive cock, down her throat, on the first dive.

Duke placed his hands on the back of her head and began to fuck her throat with gusto. She gurgled with each thrust of his hips. He looked down and noticed she was molesting one of her fabulous fun bags with one hand and had the other between her legs.

Suddenly, their hotel room neighbor, Larry, walked out on the balcony of his room. From there he could see Duke and Lady Jaye. He did a to do a double take when saw them. He couldn't help but watch and stare for a moment slack jawed. Lady Jaye continued to suck on Duke’s cock.

Duke looked at Larry nonchalantly and nodded. "Hey, Larry, Good Morning”

Larry seemed like a nice enough guy. Duke and Lady Jaye had met him and his wife in the hotel bar.

"Good Morning.” Larry said back “So, uh, whatcha doin' there, Duke?" he asked with half a grin.

"Oh, this? Just getting a blowjob," Duke replied with a grin.

"You are one lucky guy” Larry told him.

"Lady Jaye is the lucky one! She gets to suck on my quality cock!” Duke said back.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Being drained, and tired from the day, we cuddled together on the bed and faded out. Don't know how long we were out. Scarlett's head nestled on my left shoulder, her long red hair draped across my chest. My left arm was wrapped around her shoulders, bringing her in. She moved alot when she slept. Once she had my arm pinned under her body, forcing me to slither it out or else it would go limp.

Then the phone rang. It brought me back to this world, that irritating, persistant banging of someone desiring to interrupt your good time. "Let it ring..." Scarlett groaned. Answering the phone meant that you're acknowledging the other party. Letting it go meant that you weren't involved. But I had to answer it, could be important.

Reaching over with my right hand and smacking the phone about in the dark trying to find it, picked up the receiver and brought it over to my ear, "Hello?" I said, groggy.

There was a woman's voice, "Kidd? Hey, listen, I can't talk on the phone, and I know that you're busy..."

She didn't know the half of it. The ringing woke up Scarlett and when her green eyes fluttered open, the first thing she noticed my rod. As I talked to Toxic, she began stroking it, getting me hard. In mid-sentence, her hot mouth wrapped around the head and gingerly sucked me in. "Wh-AT is going on?" I asked, trying to keep my excitement in check.

"I'm in New Orleans and I need you to come down here," Toxic replied in a near whisper.

"What? Why?" I began to say.

"I can't say. But the faster you can get here, the better. We'll get you at the airport. Call me when you land" then she hung up. Pausing for a moment and hanging up myself, Scarlett pulled back to look at me while still stroking with one hand. "Whe nour eyes connected, my smile was gone and she immediately knew what it meant and her eyes dipped and those half-pursed lips curled inwards.

"That was Toxic..." I began to say.

Scarlett let go and rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed away from me. "I know. She needs help, right?" speaking in a low manner.

"Yeah. She can't say why..." I began to say but Scarlett stood up and waved a hand down.

This only meant one thing, we were going back, back into the military, back into the Regulations and back into the danger. We had not even settled and enjoyed ourselves and already we were being called in. Scarlett was angry but kept it in. She cared for the others, Duke less, and would do whatever she had to protect them. However, this ruined her vacation and she was going to have a stern talk to Toxic when this was over about ruining other people's fun. "Okay. Go ahead and call the airport, get us a flight to, wherever they are. I'll pack." She was so upset that instead of packing she went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door.

Getting on the phone and quickly reserving us a flight for the next morning, I went over and knocked on the door to check on her. "Just leave me alone" she replied. I swear I could hear her crying.

Our flight wasn't for over 10 hours. Plenty of time for sleep. I crawled into the bed, pulled the blankets over to my chin and turned out the light. A short time later, Scarlett came out. My eyes were shut but I could hear her moving about then came the shift in weight as she sat on the bed, lifted the covers, and slid inside. Her hand snaked under the covers and across my chest. In a flash she was back against my shoulder with a rather stern warning, "When we leave this room, we go back to what we were before."

"What about afterwards?" I asked. "When we finish up in New Orleans?"

She drew a long breath and let it out, "I don't know, Kidd. I really don't. I had so many plans for us, here. And now it's gone."

"But, I mean..." wanting to say more, a slender finger touched my lips.

"Listen, I don't know what will happen between us. I'm angry. I'm angry that I cannot get a moment alone without someone calling for help. It's always deployments, missions, firefights and all that bullshit that I haven't seen my family in four years. Four!" There was a sniffle. "I'll support Toxic and Doc and all them, but when this is over, I'm seriously considering asking for a transfer or even a discharge." She was damn serious about it, too.

"What about me?" I asked.

Pausing for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the darkness to the point she could vaguely see my outline. "That's why I don't know. I would ask for you to come with me, but then that would leave Doc and Toxic shorthanded and you've just started out in the unit. It would be a shame to leave such a good member so early." Before I could protest any further, her finger pressed against my lips once again. "Don't speak. When we leave, we must go back to what we were, as painful as is it is to say it. We go to New Orleans and then, well, we'll see. But for right now, just enjoy the moment." With that she nestled up against me once again, one hand on my chest and we fell asleep together.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

It’s been said that the French Quarter begins in the lobby of The Belmont Hotel. In fact, this venerable establishment sits majestically at the foot of Royal Street giving guests the best point of departure for all things New Orleans.

Next to the hotel were small shops with fabulous European antiques, estate jewelry, Oriental rugs, and art and other antiquities. There were also quaint restaurants and the fancy New Orleans Hilton hotel across the street. Tourists and native New Orleanians strolled the levee and watched the steamboats and barges along the Mississippi River go by.

It was the perfect place for what Toxic had in mind. She knew Doc's quick mind had picked it, just to help her. She was in the lobby, wearing in a short yellow dress, and carrying a small, folded up, sun umbrella. The place had enough people in it that taking her hostage would be tricky.

Three men wearing dark suits came in to the lobby clearly looking for someone. Toxic recognized one of them from when Doc had been captured. The men saw her and headed in her direction. Toxic stood up and raised her umbrella. She pointed it at the group’s leader.

“Don’t come any closer” She said with a smile.

“What?” the man asked, acting confused but still walking towards her.

“Stop or I’ll squeeze the trigger…” She said to the man, as she pulled back the umbrella a little bit revealing the stock of a submachine gun. “This can kill all of you in a matter of seconds.” Toxic explained to all of them. They all stopped.

“I know you captured Doc, and I know you are here to capture me. But that is not going to happen. So you need to tell your “boss” I’m ready to deal for Doc’s release. If he wants money or my silence, I’ll agree. But Doc had better not be harmed. If he is… deals off and I’m going destroy everyone in your organization.” Toxic told the leader.

“Lady, you have no idea who you are dealing with!” The man said in a threatening way.

“No… YOU have no idea who you are dealing with… since I got the jump on you with my submachine gun.” Toxic said in a more threatening way. “Now tell your boss, when he is ready to deal, pick a public spot and we’ll come to terms. Leave a message here at the hotel lobby.” Toxic said. Then she smiled and said “good day gentlemen”

The three men turned around and walked out of the lobby.

Scarlett and Kidd

When Scarlett and Kidd arrived at the New Orleans International Airport and got off their plane. They were met by a guy holding up a paper sign with their names written on it “Scarlett and Kidd”

The guy was a thin black man with short curly black hair. He had a charming face, with happy eyes. As Scarlett and Kidd approached him he introduced himself.

“Hi, my name is Leon. I’m a friend of Doc’s. I have a car waiting curbside. I’ll explain everything to you. Miss Bailey will meet you at her hotel. The New Orleans Hilton.

 

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Waking up that morning, Scarlett was in a sour mood. She hardly spoke a word from leaving the hotel to the airport. When we boarded the plane to take us first to Washington DC and then to New Orleans, we sat together but it was like she was on Mars.

There was virtually nothing we knew about the situation. Toxic kept it secret as there could be others listening onto our conversation. I was fearful that we had been tracked, the Jordanians or even Los Diablos somehow having followed us. Inside Scarlett's mind, it was different. She trusted Toxic and Duke, but only to the extent of being on the team to the latter and Scarlett would go to the ends of the world and back for them. It was the interruption on her Leave that made her so angry to the point there was a scowl on her face all through our travel. 'Toxic is going to owe me BIG TIME when this is over' Scarlett thought.

New Orleans was a place I've never been to but heard a lot of. We were greeted Leon who took us away to the hotel. As we were briefed by Leon, we realized that we were not fully prepared for this. I didn't have a firearm. Scarlett had one squirreled away in her bag, something she always held on to.

Leon led us inside, "Please wait here. Miss Bailey will be down shortly" before excusing himself. Dropping our bags on the floor in the lobby, we looked about at the spacious interior, cut stone and highly polished hardwood floors, the chandelier and staff walking about in suits. It was foreign considering where we just came from, a mid-level hotel in Pennsylvania.

"Nice place" I replied, standing shoulder to shoulder with the redhead.

"Yeah" she said bluntly. Better than nothing. At least she was talking. For a moment I felt something touch my hand. Looking down, her slender fingers wrapped around my hand and gave a firm squeeze before we saw Toxic, or Miss Bailey, walking towards us from the back. Letting go, Scarlett straightened up.

Miss Bailey welcomed us with firm hugs and whispers, "Thank you for coming. Right now, there's few people we can trust right now."

"Sure" Scarlett said. "Any word from Doc?"

"No" Miss Bailey replied. "I did meet some of those responsible. I gave them an ultimatum."

"Why kind of ultimatum?" I asked.

The answer was given to us when Leon stepped forward, calmly cleared his throat, "Miss Bailey, there's an urgent message for you that was given to the front desk." He handed a folded piece of paper.

Galatoire’s Bourbon Street, 8pm. $250,000

Looking at it, Toxic handed it over to us to see. "I told them to meet in a public place. I just don't know where I can get $250,000. Come on, we'll talk in some place more quiet."

"Our command is not going to risk sending us money" Miss Bailey replied as we rode up the elevator to her room. "We're not on duty and this isn't an op. That means-we're on our own."

"There's no one here that you know that can help?" I asked.

"Maybe. Just maybe" Miss Bailey asked. "There's a banker here in the city, in the Old District. He's a rich ol' guy that loves...well, he loves the ladies." Scarlett's eyes narrowed, not liking where this was going. "Perhaps one of us can go and 'convince' him to lend us the money."

"Convince him?" Scarlett replied with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Meanwhile

"Oh, daddy!" pleaded as Jaye's mouth popped off Duke's rod. "Give it to me! Give it to me, right now!"

Showing his stamina, our fearless leader took his rod in hand and stroked it to a glorious finish, hosing Jaye's cute little face as she giggled with joy. The whole time, Larry was watching them and was deeply turned on. If only his wife was that energetic. He was tempted to ask if he could borrow Jaye for at least 30 minutes.

"How many is that now, four, five?" asked Jaye as she wiped up the spunk from her face and ate it.

"It's as many times as I want" Duke smiled, slapping her face with his wang to show his dominance. It was more than five times. Duke lost track. It didn't matter. He was sticking his dick in Jaye before they even got to New Orleans. He somehow had boundless energy and Jaye was testing it at all hours and he never failed to disappoint. She loved to eat his jizz, take it in the ass, or get is sprayed all over her face. It was fun to have such a powerful man plow her anytime she wants.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Alfric “Bulletproof” Pitta

On the side of the road bordering Pitta’s house, in a posh suburb of New Orleans, Alfric got in the white van. It was his “kill” vehicle. The Chrysler van was outfitted with gun turrets and a scope-fastened sniper’s rifle with an accompanying silencer and 80 feet of cannon fuse, used to light explosive devices.

Alfric Pitta was the mafia boss in the Big Easy. His stated job was owner of the largest slot-machine manufacturer in the country, based out of New Orleans. The slot machines were made here, and shipped to casino’s worldwide. A major customer was the Bally’s casino franchise in Las Vegas. The machines were rigged, and Alfric received a few million a year in illegal kickbacks. But the off-book mob businesses of protection rackets, drugs, and prostitution were the organizations true money makers.

Alfric looked over the fire arms and hidden shooting portals built into the side of the van. From the outside, it was almost impossible to tell you were being targeted.

The mob boss looked down at Doc and Shannon, who were both tied up, sitting in chairs, with their mouths gagged.

“You, both, should know why you are going to die along with Miss Bailey. You see, Shannon, is one of my employees. She does tricks at a local hotel. The mayor was painting her, and found out. He was going to bust open a large moneymaking operation for my organization. I can’t have that. So, we poisoned the mayor’s red paint. When Shannon left the mayor’s painting room, and he started painting the red rose, he died. Quite clever, I thought. But somehow, you figured it out. And then you and Miss Bailey found Shannon. Well, let’s just say, even the stupid cops here in New Orleans can connect dots. My organization would be exposed. So killing the three of you and feeding you to the gators is the best solution.” Alfric explained with a slight Italian accent.

“Miss Bailey has been hard to get. She seems to think one small gun makes her tough. Well, with this van, even in a public space, we can kill her. Women can be so stupid.” Alfric observed.

“Let’s go” He said the to driver. The van pulled away from Alfric “bulletproof” Pitta’s house.

Toxic and the team

Toxic smiled at Scarlett, when she sarcastically asked "Convince him?"

“Don’t worry Scarlett, I’ll handle that part of the mission” Toxic replied and added under her breathe “It will be my pleasure!”.

“What I need help with, is the rest of the plan. These guys smell like organized crime. They are not going to let Doc walk, even if I pay. So Doc and I need an escape plan. A way to get out of the restaurant without them following. Also, I’ll need someone to check my food and drink, I don’t want them poisoning me. Finally, we’ll need to get the money back. My sexual abilities are amazing… but those skills will only buy me a loan of $250,000 for today. We’ll need to steal the money back. Maybe make it look like an accident… or something. Thoughts?” Toxic asked Kidd, Scarlet, and Leon.

“I can be in the kitchen and check your food” Leon suggested. “I have a buddy at the restaurant. He and I can cover that part, and offer back up. We could also sneak you out the back... but someone else will need to drive the get away car” He said.

“Great!” Toxic said “Scarlett and Kidd… what do you think?”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"I'll be the getaway driver," I replied. Scarlett glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and didn't like the thought of us being separated, but she also had her plan.

"I'll be the extra backup," Scarlett replied.

"You'll provide overwatch?" Toxic said. The thought of a sniper on a rooftop in a public setting wasn't the right idea here in the US.

"In a sense," Scarlett held up a finger. "I'll blend in with the public and post myself nearby and watch, like at the bar. In order to that, I'll need a weapon. Nothing fancy. Just something I can hide on my dress."

Leon smiled, "I think I have the right tool for the lady. If you'll excuse me" politely bowing out.

When he left, I whispered to the redhead what her idea was. "They don't know me, nor you. So you waiting in a car nearby won't alarm anyone. You can hide something in there, something heavy that can take anyone down when we make a run for it. Toxic is right, they're not going to return Doc even if we give the ransom. They're just trying to get some extra money out of the deal. When they show up, I can tell Toxic on the inside and stalk them without being noticed. When the handoff is made, I'm sure that's when the shit will hit the fan. They won't expect being shot from behind."

Sounded like a solid plan. Leon emerged with a black Walther PPK, a small-semi-automatic pistol chambered in 9mm. The Germans used these in the war and it looked like this was one of them as it had a lot of scraps and dings in the metal. "Ready with three magazines" presenting them to Scarlett.

"Thank you, Leon-was it?" Scarlett smiled as she took them.

"Yes, ma'am" Leon nodded. In her mind, Scarlett had a flashback to the one black pilot she met in Europe and the romp they had in the back of the car. She pushed that aside, that was years ago. The nostalgia still lingered.

"What about Duke and Jaye?" I asked.

Toxic frowned, "Well....."

Duke and Jaye

"Please, please, daddy. I need...I need to rest" Jaye panted as she crawled her way onto the bed, her body lathered in sweat and jizz. Her heart was pounding in her throat and her eyes were wide. It was a feeling she's never felt before and it was painful, it felt like a heart-attack. She's been taking it in every hold for a long time and Duke just wanted me.

"Okay. Take five" Duke said, "I'm going to go talk to Larry" walking back onto the balcony butt-naked.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic gets the money

Toxic was wearing a short, black, low cut cocktail dress and high heels. She wore no bra, and if you got low enough, you could tell she also wore no panties!

She drove up the long driveway on the 20 acre estate. She parked in front of 16000 square foot mansion with 6 bedrooms, 18 baths, a swimming pool, servant quarters, and riding stables.

Like most of the idle rich, Milo Baxter III busied himself attending charity balls, summering at luxury resorts, driving luxury cars, drinking, and acting out kinky sexual fantasies.

Toxic enjoyed hearing the sounds of her heels on the foyer marble floor. She felt like she was one of the rich and famous. She saw Milo on the patio, by the pool.

"Bring me a glass of wine, dear" Milo asked as he waved at Toxic.

Toxic saw the chilled wine cart and poured a glass. Then she headed over to the 60 year old, rich man. He was in good shape for that age. He was wearing only a pair of swim trucks.

"Hello, Viola. How are you? Still in the Navy?” He asked.

“Here is your wine.” Toxic replied handing him the glass. “I’m in a special unit now. Mostly, Army missions. Where is the staff?”

“I should fire the kitchen staff. The food was uneatable. And the service!" Milo complained sipping his wine. Then he stood up.

"I had the money placed in your car.” He assured Toxic. “Why don't we take a little walk." Milo said and took Toxic’s hand. They walked over to one of the side pools which was screened off by bushes from the main pool. There was a young man there, sitting in a lounge chair.

"Viola, this is Jeff.” Milo said “Jeff is my partner's son and he's a bit shy."

"Oh” Toxic said smiling at the younger man. “Hi” Toxic said. Jeff stood up and smiled back at her.

“Hi” he replied and they shook hands

"Why do you show Jeff a good time, and I’ll watch” Milo instructed. Jeff and Toxic sat on a bench, next to each other.

“First time?” Toxic asked Jeff. He nodded.

“Here put your arm around me” Toxic suggested. Jeff put his arm over Toxic shoulder.

"This reminds me of being with my first girlfriend, many, many years ago. Her name was Emily." Milo said. Toxic turned to Jeff and they kissed. It was a sweet kiss.

Milo continued to talk, "My god Emily was so young and beautiful. Yes, hers were the first breasts I ever touched."

Toxic realized Milo was reliving his old fling with Emily. Jeff’s hand cupped her breast outside her dress. He moaned as her felt how big and heavy her tits were.

"On our third date, Emily let me put my hand up her dress.” Milo said. Jeff figured out he needed to follow Milo’s comments. His hand went to Toxic’s knee. She relaxed and parted her legs as Jeff slowly slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. Jeff's fingers searched and found her pussy. Toxic opened her legs wider to give him full access. He was good stroker, and Toxic was feeling good. She heard a zipper go down and some shuffling from Milo's direction.

Milo had taken out his cock and was pleasuring himself. Toxic reached over and unzipped Jeff’s pants. She dug inside and pulled out a big huge stiff erection.

"Remember Emily, when I took out my penis and you were so shocked? Then I took your hand and placed it on." Milo said.

Jeff took Toxic’s hand and placed it on his warm manhood. She grasped the shaft. Toxic envisioned the scene and said, "Oh Milo it's so big." Truth was, Jeff’s cock was big and her pussy started to react instinctively. Jeff put his hand over Toxic’s, squeezed and guided it up and down his shaft.

“I have not been with a girl, because my cock is so big” Jeff whispered to Toxic. Toxic looked in his eyes, smiled and winked. Jeff knew that Toxic had no problem with the size of his cock.

1 hour later

Toxic licked Jeff’s huge cock clean. Toxic stood up as the young man was laying on the bench. His cock drained of cum. Milo was nearby, in a chair. His limp cock in his hand. He had stroked himself to two orgasms watching the action.

“Jeff, call anytime!” Toxic said “I love your big dick!” She said and blew both men a kiss. Grabbed her clothing and headed to the bathroom. She put the cloth back on. Then she got back in her car. There was a bag full of money in the passenger seat. She started the engine and headed back to her hotel with a smile on her face.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

We knew where Toxic was going, to seal the deal. That left Scarlett and I to prepare for our end of the plan. She went to get herself dolled up while I secured a vehicle and drove it into a side alley and left it there. It was an old sedan, so it wouldn't stick out.

Scarlett came from the back having cleaned herself and found a nice, black pencil dress with a side cut that showed more of her right thigh and a low cut town that hiked up her buckets. That bright red hair swooping over her right eye, the eyelids with shadow and lips a bright shade of red with one inch heels. Come out of the door she slowly turned around for me. "What do you think?"

"You look great!" I replied with a smile.

"Thanks!" she blushed. "I normally don't wear dresses. This feels strange for me. Especially the heels."

"Where's the pistol?" I asked, eyes looking her over. There was no bulge to be seen.

Smirking, Scarlett bent her right knee forward, lifting it towards me. Placing her right hand on the knee and slowly sliding it over her covered thigh, "Wanna have a feel?"

Certainly. Reaching out and sliding my hand up her thigh, there was the slightest of ripples in the fabric that when my fingers touched it, the tips glided towards the inner side before it touched the solid holster. Giggling at my touch, Scarlett lowered her leg, tugging at the fabric to straighten it out. Looking about to ensure we were alone, she stepped towards me and placed both hands on my facial cheeks, leaning in to whisper, "Honey, listen...I'm sorry for being so blunt earlier. I was just upset. Not at you or Toxic, just having us be interrupted."

"I know" I whispered back, looking slightly down to peer into one exposed green eye. "I was upset as well."

Forcing a smile, "Yeah. Well, when this is over, I would love to restart things, maybe some place a bit more...isolated...where we can't be bothered."

"Yeah. I agree" nodding slightly.

"If you want, I can wear this dress for you," stepping a bit closer until her chest was slightly pressing against me.

To her surprise, I didn't look down at her exposed cleavage. Instead, my left hand reached up and brushed aside that swooping red hair and gently peeled it back to reveal her other eye. "This is what I want to see of you" I replied, our eyes locked. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red that she turned away, hands clasped to her face. Fanning herself and calming down, Scarlett whispered, "You're such a romantic."

"I'm serious" I replied as we came together again.

"I know" Scarlett once again smiled and kissed my lips, closing her eyes as her fingers ran through my hair.

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Swap

Galatoire was founded in 1905. The restaurant was one of the best on Bourbon St. Everything about the place spoke to style and elegance, from the menu and ambiance. The place was an internationally renowned restaurant. To eat there was an experience, and one needed to dress up.

Toxic arrived wearing a silver gray, very sexy dress that showed off her amazing cleavage. It was pushing the limits for decency for the 1950’s! But she felt the dress was needed to keep the criminal eyes on her, and not on anything else going on at the restaurant.

She took a table in middle of the restaurant and waited. Next to her in her over sized handbag was the 250,000 dollars and a two-way hand held radio. Scarlett, Kidd and the rest of the team could hear what was being said. There was a hidden microphone placed in the center piece of the table recording everything as well.

Toxic ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers, shrimp remoulade and oysters rockefeller. The wine had arrived and the waiter (Leon) poured her a glass. She took a sip and waited.

The “Kill” Van

The white “kill” van was parked across the street with a good view of the restaurant. Doc and Shannon were tied up and gagged in the van. One of Pitta best marksman was manning the scope-fastened sniper’s rifle with an accompanying silencer. It was aimed at the restaurant.

Alfric “bulletproof” Pitta and his righthand man, Joe Viper walked into the restaurant. Alfric and Joe arrived in a separate car, so no one who suspect the white van. Joe had been at the hotel and saw Toxic at the table. The two men headed over, as Toxic stood up.

Alfric and Joe had seen plenty of beautiful women, but Toxic was something else. Even to their jaded eyes, she required a moment to study and appreciate.

“Viola Bailey” Toxic introduced herself in a formal, but pleasant way. She held out her hand to be kissed. That was common for a elegant affair. Alfric grabbed her hand and kissed it as did Joe.

“Alfric Pitta and Joe Viper” The men replied and each of them took their seats.

“Please have a drink and I have ordered some appetizers, shrimp remoulade and oysters rockefeller.” Toxic explained. “I hear oysters are good for male and female libido… that might be needed tonight” She suggested with a naughty smile on her face.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Waiting outside, I couldn't see what was going on but I could hear it. Things were calm right now. Good. Knowing our luck, things will hit the fan quickly. Checking my weapon, magazine was full and one in the chamber.

"Kidd, you hear me?" whispered Scarlett.

"I got you, Scarlett" I replied.

"You can call me Red, if you want. That's what my family calls me" she replied. Sitting at the bar and able to look towards Toxic out of the corner of her eye without leering and drawing attention, the gorgeous redhead ordered a glass of straight bourbon. Pouring the drink into a bruised crystal glass, she took a sip, the rim of the glass to her red lips then caught the two men sitting down with Toxic. If there were two, then there were more. Discretely looking around the interior of the room, none of the other guests stood out. They were waiting outside.

Sitting in the car, I was thinking, this wasn't going to end well. I didn't these people, but if my experience told me anything it's that you can't trust anyone outside your team. Toxic may be delivering the ransom to these two, but what's to stop them from taking it and running? How do we know that Doc and Shannon were still alive? I prayed that they were, but what's to stop them from putting a bullet in their heads when the transaction was made? In truth, nothing. It was all greed. They got their money, that's all those bad guys cared about. All I cared about was my team. Doc was part of the team. Praying that this would work, my mind drifted to what was going to happen between Scarlett and I after this. Her in that tight black dress was arousing and she could sense it.

"Easy there, stud. Don't pop just yet" Scarlett whispered to herself, feeling my excitement.

I could hear what Toxic was saying. As she ate the Oyster Rockafellers with Pitta and Viper, the trained killer was living it up as a flirtatious woman. When she said, "...that might be needed tonight" and the image flashed inside of my mind of Toxic getting double-teamed by these two men who I could only imagine based around their voices, probably some burly men, Toxic getting one in the twat and the other in the anus, that would be a good time for her. Wonder if Red would be up for that at some point.

"Kidd, you hear me?" Red whispered. Her words in my ear startled me that I flinched with wide eyes.

"I gotcha, Red" I replied.

"Look around from your vehicle, see if there are any suspicious people on the streets."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic negotiations

Alfric and Joe each ordered a whiskey on the rocks. Leon went off to fill the order, when Alfric turn the discussion to what he needed to know.

“Miss Bailey” he started

“Viola” Toxic corrected the gangster.

“Viola, who are you?” He asked.

“I would be a fool to answer that” Toxic replied with a pleasant smile.

“I can’t do business with you, unless I know who you are.” He insisted.

Toxic knew what he was trying to figure out; was she with the police or FBI?

“Well, let me answer your question this way, I’m not with the police or FBI. I have not gotten the police involved, except for the incident with the Mayor, which had nothing to do with you. At least as far as I know.” Toxic replied. Toxic knew he was involved, but she had not told the police anything about him yet.

“If that is true, how did you get a hold of a machine gun?” He asked.

“I’m with a military special forces unit. I know my way around weapons. Like the hand gun you have in your suit jacket.” Toxic relied with a knowing smirk on her face.

Alfric and Joe were both armed.

“You got me there” Alfric replied acting all guilty. But in fact, he now knew everything he needed before he ordered this stupid woman killed. It always surprised him how stupid people were.

Their drinks and appetizers arrived. They stopped talking until Leon walked away.

“Do you have the money?” He asked as he sipped his whiskey and grabbed an appetizer.

“Yes” Toxic replied looking down at the bag near her feet. “But before I hand over the money, I want my "associate", Doc turned over.”

“I have him and Shannon Holiday. Do you want her too?” Alfric asked, revealing one of his surprise wild cards. Toxic was surprised, but did not show it in her face. She also realized at that moment this gangster had no plans to release anyone. Killing Doc and Shannon would cover up his involvement in the mayor’s death. She needed to talk him out of that path.

“I see you are playing for keeps. Ok, I want her too. But for the same price. I’d like to advise you on your exposed risk on this transition. There is a small risk of either of them talking of your trade secrets. However, if I don’t get them safely in my hands, your whole organization is at high risk. Your safety as well. For example, your life is at risk right now.” Toxic explained. “So let’s just do a clean exchange, no funny business, and keep everyone’s risk low.”

“Viola, DON’T threaten me. I’m called Alfric “bulletproof” Pitta for a reason.” He replied a bit pissed. He leaned back in his chair and raise one finger into the air. It was the signal to the kill van to kill Toxic!

Toxic gets lucky

The two girls sitting on the brick planter outside the restaurant were thirteen, and were on a high that only thirteen-year-old girls who have spent the day on bourbon street can achieve. They'd hyped themselves with liberal doses of sugar and candy, and had reached a stage of twitching giggles. Now they were waiting for their parents to come and take them to dinner.

"That is so totally kewl, Jasmine," the little blonde said, envy clear in her tone. "I wish I had one."

Jasmine pulled out her prize and examined it smugly. "Don't blame me, Tara. If ya hadn't gotten that Elvis record you'da had enough to get one, too."

The object of their attention was what looked like a large automatic pistol. Closer inspection showed it to be made of plastic. "What flavor ammo did ya get?" Tara asked curiously.

"Chocolate, what else?" Jasmine showed her what looked like a clip. But instead of bullets, it was loaded with small brown candy. She carefully loaded the clip into the butt of the fake gun. "I can't wait to take this to school. I'm gonna nail that booger Mark right between the eyes. That'll teach 'im to snap my bra an' ask why I bother wearing one."

"Yeah!” Tara agreed.

Frank, Pitta’s best marksman, was manning the scope-fastened sniper’s rifle with an accompanying silencer. He saw the two girls and the load gun. He could not believe the police would use such young kids, but that did not change the fact that the girls were facing his white van. He saw Alfric’s signal to kill the woman. But if he did, the two girls would clearly see where the shot came from. It was one of their rules of engagement not to make a kill, unless the risk of detection was low. Frank decided to wait before killing the woman.

A Disarming Discussion

When no restaurant window shattered or bullet hole appeared in Toxic’s chest. Alfric got worried.

Toxic quickly grabbed the streak knife off the table and held it like she was going to throw it. “Bulletproof vests don’t protect you from military special forces, who are trained to kill” Toxic warned him in a deadly voice. She was getting ready to throw the knife. Alfric remained still.

“Now, lower your finger.” Toxic told him. Alfric lowered his finger.

While this was going on Joe Viper started to reach for his gun, when he felt fork tong press against his balls. Toxic other hand was under the table and her fork was missing.

“I would not do that” Toxic warned Joe with a smile. “A fork in your balls would be painful, but I’m going to be aiming for your femoral artery. If I open that, you are dead.”

Leon saw what was happening and came over “Is everything alright at this table” He asked in a worried whisper so as not to alarm the other customers.

“These two gentlemen, wish to place their guns in your care during the meal. Could you remove their guns from their jackets?” Toxic asked Leon.

“No, I don’t” Alfric protested.

Leon reached inside the man’s jacket and removed the man’s gun. “I would do as the lady asks” Leon suggested "she got a knife" He pointed out. Then he grabbed Joe Viper’s gun as well.

“I’ll leave the guns with the host. You can pick them up when you leave.” Leon said. “I’ll be back when you’ve had a chance to look at the menu.” Leon added and walked up to the host station with the guns.

Toxic put the knife and fork back on the table. “See… I know everything Doc knows and I have talked to Shannon. If you wish to clean up loose ends, you’ll need to kill me too.” Toxic explained in a calm voice.

“However, a lower risk approach is you release Doc and Shannon at the corner of Bourbon Street and Iberville Street. Once my friend picks them up, you can walk out of here with the money. I don’t want to fight you. The money is to ensure this remains a friendly business transaction. You get the money and we keep our mouths shut. Great deal for you. Now… let’s look at the menu?” Toxic suggested