"Knowledge is Power" (closed)

[Alice2015]

"Knowledge is Power"

(closed)​

Abigail Freeman had fallen asleep. With her forehead pressed against the surface of the stainless steel table and her arms crossed in her lap below her bountiful breasts, she had been able to simply shut off her consciousness and forget the interrogation room, the endless questions from the Homeland Security Agents, and the desperate need for a cup off coffee.

She came to with the sudden knowledge of another desperate need, this time to pee. She stood from her chair and, as the Agent across from her began to open his mouth -- likely sensing another opening to grill her -- Abigail said, "Bathroom ... now."

"You need to start answering our questions first, Miss Free--"

"Bathroom!" she cut in. "Now! Or else."

The Agent in charge chuckled and asked simply, "Or else...? Or else what?"

Abigail returned his chuckle, then -- with slow, seductive moves and her gaze set upon the Agent's face -- pushed her short skirt up over her shapely hips, revealing the continuation of a large, intricate tattoo that they had already known snaked up her body from just above her knee; slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her tiny thong and pulled it down, revealing in place of the now absent patch of kinky curl pubes another pair of tattoos where that only a handful of men -- and women -- had ever seen before; stepped out of the panties and turned to walk away from the table, allowing them a full view of her shapely ass; then turned back to face the men as she squatted and took care of business with the men watching her, dumbfounded.

As the last sound of the tinkling ended, the other Agent turned to the man Abigail had been taunting for much of her 10 hours here and said wryly, "Okay. That worked."

The man departed, and a moment later -- shaking his head is humor -- so did the Agent in charge. Abigail wiped herself dry with the tissue she'd snatched from the box on the table before walking away, walked to the one way mirror -- behind which any number of people may have witnessed her protest, and pressed the wet tissue to the glass. It stuck there as she returned to her chair, pushed her skirt back in place, and returned to her sleeping posture.



She didn't know how much time passed before her subconscious told her something new was happening. She awoke and sat back in her chair, allowing her eyes to focus again. What -- or who -- she saw intrigued her. He was tall and masculine and attractive, and if they'd been at a club or rave or even in a park full of giggling children, Abigail would have wanted to fuck him then and there.

"I'm Abby," she introduced herself, as if he didn't already know exactly who she was and why she was here. "Who are you?"

After he introduced himself, she stood quickly and smoothed her skirt down her hips. She couldn't know whether or not he'd been beyond the mirrored window earlier when she'd pissed on the linoleum, so she gave him a moment now to admire -- or ignore, if he wished -- her shapely 38C-26-34 figure. She asked with the tone of a horny woman picking up a stranger in a hotel bar, "Wanna get outta here?"

She cocked her head as she studied his expression with a smirk. She laughed, then -- as she rounded the table slowly to eventually come to a stop just inches from him -- she said, "Listen, Mister Special Agent man. They want to know what I know. Knowledge is power. My daddy taught me that even before I began growing these."

She reached up and cupped her firm, youthful breasts for a moment. As she lowered her hands to her belly -- more of a caress -- she added, "If they want to know what I know ... they have to give me something I want first. And that means me getting out of here for a few hours ... with you."

 

[mrmidnite76]

In the six years since Shane West had became a Special Agent with the Department of HomelandSeSecurity, he had had a hand in taking down numerous terrorist cell organizations. Other agents tried to use the phrase "by the books" whenever an operation was carried out but Shane knew all too well that nothing ever went exactly as planning or training said it should.

For the past few weeks, threats had been coming in from all over about a new cell plot and everyvlead was turning into a dead end. That was until he received the phone cal that woke him up from his sleep. That elusive sleep that this job always seemed to snatch away. When he answered the call, the Special Agent in charge said nothing more than "We got her" and hung up. Shane jumped out of bed and made the normally 20 minute drive in about 10 although it seemed like it took forever.

Once he arrived at headquarters, he made his way downstairs into the briefing room, or bullpen as it was more commonly referred to. Only a couple of agents were around and as soon as he walked in, they looked at him and told him she was in room three. He made his way down the corridor and stepped into the adjoining room to watch through the one way window. As soon as he stepped up, he caught the conversation happening and watched as this woman went over to the corner and pissed on the floor. That brought a chuckle from him. He had seen worse but hr still found it humorous at times. What did catch him off gaurd was when she walked over and stuck the tissue to the window though. That wiped the small off his face. This was his castle as he was next in line to gain the Special Agent in Charge position. He watched the agents come out of the room and they discussed what little was known so far as she sat down and went back to sleep.

The agent in charge looked at Shane and said You're up. See if you can get her to talk." Shane responded with "Yes sir" and made his way through the door and sat down at the table across from her.

His face did not crack when she raised her head and looked at him and spoke. He simply replied with "I know who you are Miss Freeman. My name is Special Agent Shane West. I know you're involved with the cell and have knowledge of where the next attack will be. If you expect to see the light of day again, you will learn to eventually cooperate with me." He watched and listened as she rose and spoke to him. There was no denying she had her attraction working for her. He just listened as she said what had to happen in order to get the information.

He didn't respond to her. Instead he stood up and left the room. A few minutes later, he returned and stood in the doorway. "My superiors have given me free reign in order to find out what you know. But you should be aware that if you try to escape custody in any way, I will use whatever force necessary to stop you. That includes killing you and we will have to figure out other means of stopping this attack." He held up a pair of handcuffs in front of her. "Put these on and tell me where you want to go."

 

[Alice2015]

"My superiors have given me free reign in order to find out what you know..."

Hearing this was, of course, a relief to Abigail. She was a very confident young woman, and this wasn't her first time extorting something from the Authorities in exchange for something she knew or something they wanted. But ... this was Homeland Security! These guys could lock you in a windowless room on some unknown island halfway around the world and forget about you, or at least that was what the critics of the New World Order were always saying in the Press.

He continued...

'...But you should be aware that if you try to escape custody in any way, I will use whatever force necessary to stop you. That includes killing you and we will have to figure out other means of stopping this attack."

When Shane held a pair of handcuffs up before Abigail, her lips parted in a devilish smirk.

"Put these on and tell me where you want to go."

"Oh, Special Agent Shane West," she said with a seductive tone as she snatched the cuffs and slapped them about her wrists like she'd worn them often. Abigail had, of course, been cuffed often, but she hadn't always been in custody and she hadn't always been vertical. She held her wrists up before Shane to show that she was secured and purred, "The nearest motel works for me."

She watched his reaction for a moment, then laughed. With a smile still on her face, she rounded him and headed for the door as she said, "Fine. Seriously, then. Fourth and Figueroa ... northeast corner ... two story brick building. On the first floor, south side facing the Tattoo Parlor, is a pizza joint. The guy there this time of a weekday is usually Sal. Big guy, Jesus! Gottta be six foot seven, four hundred pounds. But don't ask for him. As for Pepper-r-r-r..."

Her lips widened again and she finished, "...roni and mushroom, light on the garlic ... thick crust."

She met his eyes as she parted her opened hands in the best What? gesture she could manage in the cuffs. "Hey! I've been here for ten hours! You wanted to know where I wanted to go. I told you."

 

[mrmidnite76]

Shane's face remained stoic as Abigail put on the handcuffs and made the comment about the motel. Any other time that he would have met her and she would have made that comment he would be all over her and they couldn't get to a motel fast enough, but today was all business. He would do whatever he needed to gain the necessary information and whatever happened after that, well, so be it.

As she walked around him and out the door, he reached out and grabbed her arm and held it so she couldn't get too far ahead. He walked her to the elevator and took it down to the parking garage and pushed her into the passenger side of his black Excursion. He walked around and ho behind the wheel and drove up onto the city streets headed for the restaurant she requested.

As they drove across town, he tried to remain silent while from behind his sunglasses, his gaze kept drifting to her legs being shown off by her short skirt. It was natural that he would enjoy looking at her but he had to keep his mind right. So he broke his daydreaming by trying to start conversation.

"Miss Freeman, do you think this is all a game? There are thousands of lives at stake if you refuse to help us. Surely somewhere in your mind you understand how important it is that you give us the information to stop this." Even with him asking, she refused to answer anything about his request.

Soon, he pulled up to a curb parking space in front of the restaurant. He came around and pulled her out the door and led her into the pizza joint. The first thing he noticed when they walked in was a wall of a man standing behind the counter. "You must be Sal." He gave the man their order and told him they would be in the back corner booth. He pushed her to the back and sat her down. He unfastened the cuffs and looked at her. "As soon as we are done, they go back on." He moved to the other side and took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves on his white button up shirt.

As he sat across from her, he pulled ou his handgun and held it in his lap. He didn't like the way Sal had looked at them when they walked in. Better to be safe and ready that sorry and caught off gaurd. He looked around the restaurant and didn't see anyone else paying them any attention so he turned his attention back to her while they waited.

"Miss Freeman, what else could you be wanting before you agree to help me? Hmmm? We can't play a cat and mouse game forever with so much on the line."

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: We haven't selected a city yet, but since I love San Francisco, let's choose it.)

Abigail's eyes took in everything about them as they drove through town. She looked left and right, even up and behind them. She loved The City, and she loved to travel about it. There was so much to see.

But her wandering eyes in this instance were a rouse. She wanted to be able to glance at Shane often without his realizing that she was checking him out. It wasn't that she was shy about ogling men, or this man in particular. Hell, she'd already grasped her breasts before him and suggested he shackle her in a motel, so giving him an ogle wasn't going to be anything new. No, what Abigail wanted was to know whether Shane was ogling her, and -- to her great enjoyment -- she had indeed caught him checking out her long, athletic legs more than once.

They'd been traveling in silence for quite a while before he said...

"Miss Freeman, do you think this is all a game? There are thousands of lives at stake if you refuse to help us. Surely somewhere in your mind you understand how important it is that you give us the information to stop this."

She responded to the Special Agent's dramatic statement with, "I like olives. And mushrooms, too. What about you? Olives...? Mushrooms...? I know! You're probably an anchovies kind of guy."

Abigail looked out the passenger window, smiling broadly, knowing that the man would probably have liked to have just thrown her into the ocean as put up with her high jinx.

Soon, they were at Sals, which -- for Abigail at least -- only added to the adventure. She and the pizza joint's owner were familiar, which made his spotting the hand cuffs cause them both to smile.

"You must be Sal."

The big man behind the counter only shook his head humorously to Abigail before grunting acknowledgement to Shane. He took their order and told them fifteen minutes.

"As soon as we are done, they go back on..."

...Shane told Abigail as he removed the handcuffs from her wrists.

"Promises, promises," she responded. Abigail noticed that Shane sat facing the door and front counter, and she even thought she saw him reach to his holster and pull his gun. In a very poor impersonation of a cowboy she said, "This town ain't big'nuff for the both of us, Marshall."

Although Abigail laughed aloud, Shane didn't seem to be too impressed with her jokes.

"Miss Freeman, what else could you be wanting before you agree to help me? Hmmm? We can't play a cat and mouse game forever with so much on the line."

"Sure we can, Special Agent Shane West." Sal stepped up with their drinks and gave them each a short stare before leaving. As she watched him leave, Abigail pointed a finger toward her own groin, then held her hands out before her in a gesture to indicate about a foot's length and whispered, "Do you think he's ... you know ... 'cause he's so big...?"

No matter how she tried, Abigail couldn't seem to get Shane to loosen up. She just shook her head and said, "Listen. There ain't nothing I can do for you right now. The guy I was fucking--"

She stopped and looked over her shoulder to the only other patrons, sitting at the far side of the restaurant staring at her. She smiled and said in what seemed like a sincerely apologetic voice, "Sorry, folks. I don't normally say fucking in public. It just kind of slipped out. Stuff like that fucking happens sometimes, you know?"

She turned back to look at Shane, clamping her lips between her teeth to stifle the laugh she wanted to release. After a moment, she said, "The guy I was fucking is dead. I'm sure they told you that already, right?"

Abigail knew Shane had been informed of how she'd been captured in a raid. Ironically, even with the crashing in of the door and the explosion of the stun grenade and the exchange of gunfire between the ATF agents and the now dead lover, Abigail didn't remember anything about the incident. She'd been so zoned out on some new drug the guy had given her that the only recollection of the evening she retained was a sore pussy from what had obviously been an energetic night of fucking.

"So ... the only way I can help you," she continued, "is to find the live guy who introduced me to the dead guy ... and I can't do that on an empty stomach. So ... fucking relax."

Abigail half turned her head and hollered for the other patrons' benefit, "Sorry! That one fucking slipped out."

 

[mrmidnite76]

Abigail's response didn't humor Shane at all. Here he was trying to prevent an attack and all she wanted to do was make fucking jokes. Then she popped off with the comment about Sal while pointing at her own groin and that almost made him smile. She was a smartass and however crazy it may seem, that was something he really enjoyed out of a woman.

She started talking about the dead terrorist and he briefly thought 'finally' until she turned her head and spoke to the strangers across the restaurant. Shane brought his fist down on the table. "HEY!!! You're dealing with me here. Just fucking ignore everybody else and concentrate on what I need from you."

Abby mentioned him being dead and once again, nothing was coming out of her mouth that he didn't already know. "Yes I know he is dead. You're still not helping." Then she mentioned a man that Shane didn't know about.

"This other guy. What does he look like? Did you see or were you around anyone else that you could identify? I need this Abigail." And once again, she blew him off with her response.

Sal delivered the food and they ate without much more talk. They finished and Shane slid the handcuffs across the table to her."You know the drill." He put his gun back in its holster on his side and moved around the table to pull her up. When he had her up with his hand around her upper arm and turned, Sal was standing there with his arms crossed and said "I don't think you'll be taking Abby anywhere."

Shane stepped back slightly and pulled his gun again with his free hand and pointed it at Sal's chest. "I don't think you have a fucking say in the matter Sal. She is in custody and has information that I need. Now, pretty please with a fucking cherry on top, get the fuck outta the way."

 

[Alice2015]

"This other guy. What does he look like? Did you see or were you around anyone else that you could identify? I need this Abigail."

"Yeah ... well ... we all have needs, don't we?" Abigail asked wryly, looking out the window of the pizza joint as if uninterested in Shane's concerns.

They ate in almost total silence, and as they stood to leave, Sal cut the pair off to take on the role of White Knight, which only resulted in him staring down the barrel of a big handgun.

Abigail was surprised at Sal's reaction, which was to continue to stand in the way and don a half smirk in the left corner of his mouth. He reached up to his wife beater shirt -- a wardrobe that would have closed the restaurant if the Health Department ever cared to pay a visit -- and pulled the neck downward, revealing three small, circular scars from his days as a gang banger. "Do you best, badge."

"C'mon boys," Abigail cut in, already drowning in the rising testosterone. She shrugged Shane hand off her elbow and stepped up close to the huge man. "Sal ... I need you help. Remember that guy I used to come in here with, Billy?"

"That albino dude."

"He wasn't an albino, and no, not him. The other guy, brunette."

"With the scar on the cheek."

"No," she countered, drawing a anxious breath. "Tall guy ... tattoos up and down his forearms."

"Oh, sure, yeah," he finally remembered. "What about him?"

"He's dead," she said bluntly. When Sal cocked his head, glanced at the cuffs, and gave her a questionable look, Abigail continued, "No, I didn't kill him. The cops did."

This time Sal glanced at Shane and gave him a sneer.

Abigail continued quickly, "No, he didn't kill-- Never mind, not the point. The point is ... remember the guy we came in with that one time, tried to pay his tab with a couple of baggies of dope?"

"I don't do dope," Sal growled.

"I know that, big guy," Abigail said, patting one of her cuffed hands on the giant's chest. "I need to find that guy. Do you have any idea where--"

"Petey's," Sal said quickly. When Abigail asked what that was, the man told her, "Strip club ... Vine and ... Tenth, maybe ... Eleventh. Don't know. Don't do boobs, either."

"You're sure?"

Sal nodded to Abigail, then looked hard at Shane again.

"I'm okay," Abigail whispered, looking back to Shane and nodding that they should leave. As Sal stepped aside -- a soft growl rising in his voice -- she looked to Shane and said, "Wanna check out a strip club?"

 

[mrmidnite76]

As Abby pulled out of Shane's handhold, he almost reached back out for her until he saw that she was only moving a couple of steps away towards the big son of a bitch. He kept his gun leveled at the big man's chest even as Abby spoke with him. Dammit this was a situation. If anything went wrong and he had to pull the trigger, there would be no way of the shot missing the back of her head as he took the big guy down.

He stood and listened while she got the information out of Sal and listened for anything he could use to send back for some deeper searching that may help them out. He heard them mention the dope and that could possibly do some good, but not until he got some kind of name out of her to go with it.

Abby finished talking to Sal and turned to let him know they needed to head out. He knew exactly where they were going. He had made a few busts at Petey's as a street cop before he had applied to Homeland Security and got the job. He got Abby back in the truck and headed across town. During the drive, he thought he would try to at least get a first name.

"Jesus, that guy was dumber than shit. Are all of your friends that slow on the uptake Abby? And what the hell were you thinking stepping between him and my gun. You do realize you would have gotten killed if anything went down in there don't you?"

He turned his head to look at her and she still wore that smirk across her face. "Come on Abigail, at least give me this guy's first name. You've got to know that much and there's not a whole hell of a lot I can do with that right now anyways."

He kept driving and pulled the truck up against the curb about a half block away from the entrance of Petey's. He got out and went around to pull her out of the passenger side. He opened the door and grabbed her arm. "Don't do anything stupid in here if you see this guy ok?"

 

[Alice2015]

"Jesus, that guy was dumber than shit. Are all of your friends that slow on the uptake Abby? And what the hell were you thinking stepping between him and my gun. You do realize you would have gotten killed if anything went down in there don't you?"

"Sal's no dummy," Abigail mumbled, watching the city pass by. "He's just..."

She was going to say He's just seen me with a lot of guys, but she thought that would make her sound like a slut, so she didn't. Abigail was no stranger to men, but most of the men she'd spent time with during the past few years had never had the pleasure of opening her legs or lips. And it was a pleasure, too.

She glanced toward Shane, looking him up and down. He was a handsome man, and Abigail wouldn't mind parting her thighs for him. She mused, And you would finally understand what pleasure truly meant.

"Come on Abigail, at least give me this guy's first name. You've got to know that much and there's not a whole hell of a lot I can do with that right now anyways."

"I don't know it," she said bluntly. When she looked his way to catch his reaction, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Seriously. I don't know his name. I only know who he is. Or ... what he is, actually."

When they got near Petey's, Shane pulled to the curb and walked around to let her out.

"Don't do anything stupid in here if you see this guy ok?"

She held her hands up before him to imply that she needed to be unshackled. When Shane hesitated, she reminded him, "You have free reign, remember. Well, I need free reign, too. Or ... at least ... not to be wearing reigns."

She could tell that the Special Agent didn't want to take the cuffs off her, but he did anyway. She smiled broadly, reached down to pat him on the butt, then headed for Petey's. "Relax, big boy. You're getting paid to go into a strip club. How many people can say that who aren't about to get naked?"

Just inside the door, the Bouncer was about to stop Abigail. Then he spotted Shane and gave them a quick go ahead gesture. Abigail turned to her chaperone and said, "Unescorted girls are usually working girls, and they aren't allowed in here. But maybe you already knew that." She smirked and added, "You look like the kind of guy who knows a lot about prostitutes."

Abigail laughed as she headed inside, stopping to allow her eyes to adjust. This wasn't her first time in a strip club, but it was her first time here. It was pretty typical as far as strip clubs went: a long elevated dance floor with stripper poles at either end; seats flanking each side, as well as small tables behind those and larger booths behind those; a bar on one side and a door to the kitchen on the other; and a curtain hidden wall that ran back to the dressing rooms where the next dancers were preparing.

It was late in the afternoon, and many of the neighboring businesses were off work for the day, so the place was packed. Abigail searched the faces of the men, slowly moving a bit deeper into the establishment as Shane stuck close behind her. Eventually, she found the face for which she was searching.

Abigail looked about herself, and found something else for which she was looking. When the stripper -- who was currently waiting tables -- made eye contact with Abigail, the latter directed her eyes toward Shane in a well known gesture. The stripper waitress nodded inconspicuously, then made her way over to stand intimately close to the Special Agent as she asked, "What can I get you big boy?"

Abigail took off down the aisle, pushing a couple of men out of her way as she plowed through the crowd. When she reached the man she for whom she'd been searching, he was just turning to look toward the uproar. Abigail cold cocked him in the nose, then returned to sprinting toward the back exit of the club. She burst into the back hallway, between the bathrooms and the dressing rooms, hesitated to get her bearings, then -- seeing the back entrance -- shot for that door as well.

Abigail shot through the exit into the alley, looked left and right, then sprinted for the street. But ... she didn't continue onward. She wasn't trying to escape, of course. She wanted her escort to catch up with her. She wanted Shane to catch up with her here in the alley ... where, just a few seconds behind him, Baggies of Dope Man -- now with his eyes full of tears and his nose oozing blood -- would also burst out the back door ... with a gun in his hand.

 

[mrmidnite76]

As Abby stepped out of the SUV and patted him on the but, he was about to be a smartass to her but she began walking off. They stepped up to the door and she made the comments about getting paid to go into the club. There wasn't much he could say to that because it was true. He had been in a few before, even this one a couple of times, but it was indeed the first time he was getting paid to walk in.

As they stepped through the door, the bouncer tried to stop them and Shane leveled his eyes at the big, burly guy and just shook his head no. He wasn't sure if the bouncer knew who he was but he let them pass on through as Abby made her other comments. "Yeah I know about prostitutes alright. I know that they're girls who are hard up for money that need guys like me when they get in trouble but get pissed when we're trying to shake them down for some help. Other than that, no, I don't use their services."

As they stepped in, Shane reached out for Abby to stop her as his eyes adjusted to the dim light and smoke filled air. He tried glancing over the crowd to spot anybody that may seem worth questioning and while he was looking, he leaned over to Abby slightly. "Remember what I said about doing something stupid. This place is too crowded in case something goes wrong."

About that time, a stripper stepped up next to him asking if he needed anything. He turned his head away from Abby for a moment to answer the girl and tell her he was fine and if needed anything he would come find her when Abby broke lose and took off across the bar. "GOD DAMMIT ABBY!!!!"

Shane tried to run after her but people at the tables were beginning to stand up and get in his way. He saw over a few guys shoulders as Abby jumped at one man and her fist landed right in the middle of his face. The force from her running pushed him out of the chair onto the floor as blood spouted from his nose and his hand went up. "ABBY, FUCKING STOP!!!"

He watched as Abby got her footing and shot towards the back. All he could think was she was trying to break away from him and escape custody. He'd be damned if he would let that happen and lose his only lead. He started pushing harder and muscled his way through the crowd and past the guy getting up off the floor and he ran through the back door after her still screaming for her.

He got to the middle of the alley and saw her stopped waiting for him. "What the fuck was that Abby?? I fucking remember telling you not to do anything fucking stupid and what the hell do you do?? You run in and cause ten thousand fucking kinds of hell. Can you tell me what the fuck you're thinking?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard someone else come out the door screaming "You fucking bitch". Shane turned his head to see a guy with blood smeared across his face and down his shirt holding a gun pointed in their direction. He grabbed Abby with one arm and pulled her down on the ground as a bullet whizzed past them. With the other hand he was reaching to pull his gun from its holster and without anything to stop him, he hit the pavement hard and looked just as the man was squeezing off another shot.

Shane pushed Abby and rolled the other direction and the second bullet hit the pavement between them right where Shane had landed. He rolled over and brought his gun up and squeezed off two quick rounds towards the bloodied guy. With him bring the gun up so fast, one shot went low and caught the guy in the leg and the other went high and hit his arm. The gun dropped and the man went down. Shane jumped to his feet and ran towards the man with his gun in front of him. "Don't fucking reach for it asshole. Who the fuck are you???"

When Shane reached him and stood over him with his gun pointed down, Abby came up behind him.

 

[Alice2015]

"Don't fucking reach for it asshole. Who the fuck are you???"

Abigail walked in between the two men, leaning over to spit on the groaning man. "This is the man who raped my sister a few months back ... asshole."

She glanced back at Shane as she walked out from between them.

"You fucking bitch!" the man on the ground began hollering. "I told you I'd give you the same if I ever saw you again, you fucking--"

It was the last word he spoke as the bullet entered his neck just above the shoulder. Abigail's hand was trembling so hard, the now dead man's gun shaking in her grasp, that it was amazing she'd been able to hit him despite the distance between them being just two yards.

She'd been contemplating the plan to have Shane kill her sister's rapist in a justified act of self defense even clear back in the interrogation room, so when the Agent had only wounded the man, Abigail's mind had become filled with panic. You were supposed to kill him! Shane! He's supposed to be dead! Fuck! FUCK!

She let go of the gun, dropping it to the cobblestoned alley as her eyes welled with tears and she began to sob. Barely able to even speak, she began mumbling, "Son of a bitch ... fucking ... son of a bitch ... fucking ... fucking rapist son of a bitch."

 

[mrmidnite76]

Shane watched as Abby walked up between him and the man that just tried to gun them down. As the situation was still tense, Shane opened his mouth to warn her as she got closer. "Be careful Abby. He's hurt but not dead."

His gaze shifted from Abby down the man on the ground as he heard her talk about him raping her sister and just stood there watching as she turned and looked at him and began stepping away. When she moved, Shane began taking a step towards the man saying "What kind of fucking coward rapes....." when the shot rang out from just off his side and he saw the blood splatter from the man's neck.

Shane spun with his gun raised not sure if he was going to the next one staring down the barrel of a gun pointing at him.As soon as he spun, he saw Abby holding the gun and she looked up at him. When their eyes met, her hand loosened and the gun clattered to the ground as she began to cry.

Shane holstered his weapon as Abby began mumbling about the dead man. He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her to try and calm her down. This girl in front of him was a complete difference than the girl he had been dealing with for the past few hours. He felt pity for her as he held her against his chest.

After a few moments, he leaned back from her slightly and looked down at her. "Let's get you out of here and away from this son of a bitch." He turned and with his arm still around her, he led her back to his truck and once she was inside, he placed the call for a bus and units to come and remove the body. He let them know they would get his report soon. He had to kill the man to keep from getting him and his witness killed. That's the way the story would be reported but he wouldn't let her know that just yet.

He walked around and climbed behind the wheel and cranked the truck. He looked over at Abby still shaking and reached over and grasped her hand that was just lying on her leg. "Where can I take you so you can calm down and we can figure out our next move?"

 

[Alice2015]

"Where can I take you so you can calm down and we can figure out our next move?"

Abigail had told Shane she wanted to go to her own home, but he had recommended against it. He hadn't seemed any more enthused about her suggestion that they go to his place either, so ultimately they ended up in a cheap motel room near the airport ... just Shane, Abigail, and a fifth of Vodka.

He'd tried to get her to talk, but after she'd burst into tears for the fourth or fifth time, he'd given up. Her mind was spinning with what she'd done tonight. She'd taken advantage of a man who only wanted to do the right thing to kill a man who'd wronged her ... to kill a man who'd wronged her and her sister.

"I need a shower," she mumbled, more to herself than to him.

She left the already half empty bottle sitting on the faux marble coffee table and started slowly across the ancient shag carpet for the bathroom. As she went, she shed her tee shirt ... her bra ... her running shoes ... her jeans ... all before she reached the bathroom door. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, uncaring and unaware that her nude breasts -- firm, with pierced, pert nipples and multiple tattoos -- were on full view to Shane in the glass's reflection.

She peeled off her panties, revealing yet another tattoo -- angels wings upon her buttock cheeks -- before stepping into the shower. She was only under the water for a few moments before she fainted and fell into the bottom of the bath tub...

 

[mrmidnite76]

Driving across town, Shane was fighting with himself trying to figure out how to help this girl. She wanted to go home but Shane couldn't take the chance of anything else happening if these people were familiar with her place too. And taking her to his house wasn't an option for the fact of guys he worked with stopping by. How the hell would that look??

So they decided on a motel and Shane stopped on the way to get her something to help her relax. Once in the room, she immediately cracked open the bottle and begin drinking. Shane tried talking to her but she would break down before he could get anything out of her. Finally she said she was going to take a shower.

Shane watched her get up and start walking to the bathroom and undressing along the way. He picked up the bottle and took a long swig. Her body was fucking amazing and he started thinking about how it would feel to see her sitting up riding him. She slid her panties down and he mumbled "holy shit" under his breath.

Before anything could happen, he had to call in and fill in the department about what had happened over the past few hours. He reported and hung up and took another long swig of the vodka. He had already made up his mind what he was going to do.

He got up and started walking towards the bathroom to climb in the shower behind her. He pulled his shirt off and was unfastening his pants to slide them off when he heard a heavy thud in the bathroom. He rushed to the door and pushed it open and saw the curtain ripped down and Abby laying in a heap in the bottom of the tub.

He stepped in and turned off the water and reached down and scooped her up out of the tub. He walked back out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed. He sat on the edge next to her and checked her head to make sure she hadn't busted open her head. When satisfied that she was ok, he stood up and looked down at her naked body. He reached down and pulled the sheet up over her and went and jumped in the shower.

He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and sat on the bed next to her and leaned his head back against the wall. She was still asleep and eventually his eyes drifted shut too.

 

[Alice2015]

Abigail's last memory had been of standing under the steaming hot water as she replayed in her mind the gun shot and the rapist's neck spurting blood out onto the cobblestones of the filthy alley. She opened her eyes but otherwise didn't move. She glanced about herself, trying to gain her bearings: she had absolutely no memory of this room!

Suddenly, as she turned her head slightly and caught sight of Shane next to her, it all came flooding back to her. Surprisingly, she didn't panic or tear up or anything that she should have done considering the emotional roller coaster she'd been on over the last 20 hours or so.

What was it that kept her from breaking down again...? The view of Shane's cock.

The Special Agent apparently had showered just as Abigail had, and just like her, he'd also gone to no effort to redress once he was done. Abigail, of course, had been unconscious, so she'd had a reason. She only assumed from the odd posture he had on the bed that Shane had sat on the bed for a moment, then -- exhausted as she, too, was -- he simply passed out.

And now, after his little nap, the towel wrapped around Shane's waist and covering him wasn't covering him any longer. Abigail stared unashamed at the weapon Shane was bearing and without any hesitation at all, began imagining it sliding in and out of her recently ignored pussy.

She glanced up to the Agent's face to ensure that he was still asleep, then looked again to his groin. Shane was no pencil dick, that was for certain. Abigail had seen bigger, of course. Hell, she was no stranger to men and men were no stranger to her. And while Shane's cock was limp at the moment, Abigail had little doubt that solidified, it was somewhere in the seven to nine inch range and better than average in its girth.

Again, she glanced up to ensure that Shane was asleep, then -- wanting a better look -- she reached carefully to his waist and tugged carefully at the fold of the towel's one end inside the other. It fell open, giving her a full view of him...

...and waking him as well.

 

[mrmidnite76]

As Shane was sleeping, he had vivid dreams of the shooting in the alley behind the club. It kept replaying over and over in his head with a different ending each time. But his dreams would switch to being about Abigail as well. He wasn't an agent and she wasn't a witness and they kept meeting under different circumstances. In his last dream about her, she had reached out for his hand and as they touched, she began pulling him as if she was falling away. It was like one of those that jolt you from your sleep unknowing of what's going on around you....

As he cracked his eyes open and looked down, he saw that Abby was indeed pulling, but on the edge of his towel instead. He kept silent while she uncovered him and looked at his flaccid cock lying against his leg. When he saw her leaning up for a better look, he reached his arm up and ran his hand up the middle of her back. As he touched her skin, it had its effect on him as well, as his cock began to harden.

It had been a while since he had relaxed and taken time to be with a woman. With the agency and everything else, it had become something that never seemed to fit into his schedule. Getting calls to report in the middle of a date kind of put a damper on any further action than just dinner.

"Well hello" he said smiling. His eyes drifted down over her breasts, down her side and over her hips to her ass. He slid his hand further down her back and over her side and with little effort slid her over the bed closer up against him. He brought his other hand to her face and turned hers up to him. He looked down at her and leaned his face down and kissed her.

 

[Alice2015]

Just before their lips met, Abigail turned her head away from Shane's. She didn't know why she'd done it. She was attracted to the Agent, of course. But ... it was more of a hard lust than a romantic one.

Ironically, turning her head to prevent their kissing set her gaze upon Shane's groin again, and his rapidly hardening cock. She reached a hand out and grasped it, kneading it until it was hard as a rock, then slowly stroking it up and down its full length with a light grip.

And despite not being ready to kiss Shane, Abigail didn't hesitate to lean over his lap and take his cock into her mouth...

 

[mrmidnite76]

When Abby turned her face away from him, he almost reached up and turned it back until her slender fingers wrapped around his cock. He slid his hand back down her back and squeezed her ass cheek.

She leaned down and when Shane felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock a small moan escaped from his throat. He slid his hand further down between her ass cheeks and legs and slid a finger up between her already moistening pussy lips.

As her head went further down taking more of his cock into her mouth, he pushed his finger further into her pussy and began working it in and out of her. He let her suck on him for a while, then he grabbed her and flipped her over on the bed.

He crawled down between her spread legs and looked up at her and smiled as his lips got closer to her. He opened his mouth and closed his lips on clit and started to suck and lick lightly.

 

[Alice2015]

A long, low moan of satisfaction escaped Abigail's mouth as she felt Shane's mouth and tongue begin working upon her. This was heaven, oral sex. Abigail never tired of a man's mouth -- or a woman's, for that matter -- upon her pussy, his tongue teasing her clit. If she had her choice, this was the only sex act in which she would ever partake. Fucking could make her cum, of course, but it was only because of the clitoral stimulation of her lover's body slamming into her again and again and again.

No, she would take a well skilled mouth and tongue on her swollen, sensitive lips and clit any day. And Shane, it was quickly obvious, knew exactly what he was doing down there, too. It wasn't long before Abigail was rocking her hips quickly, setting the Agent's pace upon her clit. She grasped the sheets tightly in clenching fingers, pulling the fitted lower half away from the motel mattress's corners as she began crying out.

Her head would lift to let her watch Shane work but would drop again as the pleasure welled within her. As her climax neared, she moved one of her hands to the man's head, grasping what little bit of his professionally cut hair she could get in her long fingers. She held him to her crotch as if afraid Shane was going to lift away from her before she finished. As her orgasm became imminent, she reached the other hand down to his skull as well.

"Don't stop! Abigail cried out in desperation. "Don't stop! Don't...! I can ... I can cum ... I can cum ... again ... and again ... and..."

Suddenly Abigail's back arched and her hands again grasped the bedding as the euphoria or climax erupted within her. She screamed out, long and loud, as the wave of pleasure swept through her...

 

[mrmidnite76]

As Shane felt Abby grab his head to hold his mouth to her, he began sucking harder and reached up and slipped tow fingers deep into her. She moved her other hand down and to his head and he could feel her body start to shiver and knew she was getting closer and closer. He loved the feeling of having a woman orgasm beneath him as he was gliding his cock in and out of her, but her having an orgasm while he was enjoying the taste of her was almost enough to even push him over the edge.

Her legs clamped around his head as the wave took over her body and she shook but he didn't stop until she had relaxed back down onto the bed and her legs released his head.

He rose up on his knees and grabbed her hips and slid her quickly down the bed to him. He reached out and grabbed her ankles and held her legs up in the air as he rose up and guided his hard cock deep between the soaked lips of her pussy. He pushed in as deep as he could go and stopped for a moment feeling the hot and wetness of her, then he began rocking his hips back forth sliding in and out of her.

 

[Alice2015]

Abigail's body exploded a second time as Shane continued lapping at her clit. Her thighs clenched around his skull as her body tensed -- a third orgasm -- and later after they were all done she'd laugh about whether or not he'd been able to breath during the head lock

When she finally began coming down and let her legs fall to the mattress, Shane wasted no time in pulling her groin down to his and ramming his cock inside of of her. She screamed and held a hand out against his chest, saying, "Whoa, boy."

Abigail's vagina was smaller than most women's -- three inches to the typical four or five -- and Shane's first thrust inside of her had slammed into her cervix, sending a shot of pain through her. She reached to his hips to indicate that she wanted control, then began rocking her hips, saying, "Slow ... slow..."

Her gaze was set firmly upon Shane's face as she felt her pussy relaxing to Shane's thrusts. He felt so good, slipping in and out of her, and she wanted all of him. But Abigail had always been slow to accept a man, even after multiple orgasm from something other than intercourse.

And then, her vagina and cervix were ready to work as a team and take Shane's full length. She reached her hands back from his hips to his ass, sinking her fingernails into his cheek flesh as she growled, "Fuck me, Shane ... fuck me hard ... fuck me deep."

 

[mrmidnite76]

Shane had heard her reaction from his initial thrust into her and had slowed down to let her get adjusted. He had felt himself bottom out in her and no doubt it had hurt but she had began rocking her body in rhythm with his and now they were clearly both starting to enjoy it.

He felt her fingernails sink into his ass cheeks and a look fell across her face as she growled at him to fuck her. He pulled her ankles up and put them over his shoulders and slid his knees up closer to her ass. He slid his hands down her thighs to grab hold of her hips. He began pulling her body to him as he thrust into her as both of them were panting and moaning together.

He still saw the same look in her eyes and he moved his hands down to the bed on either side of her. He rolled up on his toes and bent her legs up in the air back over her body and began slamming down into her. With it having been a while since he had had sex and with the blowjob she had given him, he could feel himself getting closer and he relaxed back down onto the bed.

He slipped his hard cock out of her and rolled over onto his back pulling her over on top of him. This was by far his favorite position to look up and see a woman riding and rocking on top of him.

 

[Alice2015]

Shane had her rolled up like a cinnamon roll ... and Abigail was loving it. Every deep stroke was causing her clit to be handled as his groin slammed into her. She was enjoying herself immensely, but it wasn't going to make her cum. And despite already having climaxed two, three ... Was it four times...? all Abigail wanted was to cum, cum again.

She thought she saw the Agent's own orgasm showing its imminent arrival in his moans and expressions, and she thought No! No! Not yet, you fucker, not yet! And then, suddenly, he rolled to his back -- his cock never leaving her pussy -- and positioned her above his groin.

Abigail wasted no time. She raised her body high above him and began rocking hard and fast upon his shaft. Again, it felt incredible, but it wasn't going to make her cum. She chastised herself for not being able to easily cum via intercourse alone, then immediately reminded herself that it wasn't her fault, it was just her body. She reached one hand back to grasp the top of Shane's thigh for support, then reached the other to her clit and began rapidly manipulating it to and fro.

It was only seconds later that again the euphoria was sweeping through her body. She continued masturbating and rocking atop Shane, wanting to extend her own joy and pleasure while hoping that the man below her was also enjoying his. Honestly, she was so lost in her ecstasy that Abigail didn't know whether Shane was cumming or not. She would feel guilty about it later. Later Now was not the time for guilt or regret.

When she finally came down from her cloud, Abigail fell forward, literally collapsing upon Shane's body. She was covered in sweat, literally from head to toe, a glowing sheen that allowed her to easily shift her body against his until she was comfortably pressed against his chest and belly.

She didn't compliment him. She didn't murmur about how wonderful she felt. She simply pressed into him, heart beating, torso expanding with each deep gasp ... wanting to simply remain like this for the rest of the night ... or maybe even the rest of her life.

 

[mrmidnite76]

As Abby was riding him and masturbating, Shane could feel himself getting closer and closer. Once the waves of her orgasm came over Abby's body, her pussy tightened around Shane's cock and with the sliding back and forth, he felt himself beginning to cum. Shane's hands tightened on Abby's hips holding her tight onto him as he came more and more deep inside her.

Once they both came down from their high, Abby laid down across Shane's chest and belly and he lay beneath her relaxing and enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, he raised his arm and wrapped it around her back holding her body close to his and feeling her heart beat against his skin.

Eventually they both fell asleep. A few hours later, he woke up and Abby was still laying on top of him. He slid her over onto the bed and went to jump in the shower to get ready for another day.