"More Trouble Than She's Worth" (closed)

[Alice2015]

"More Trouble Than She's Worth"

CLOSED​

Niki Keen struck a sexy pose before the sun-brightened window as her client entered the house. He looked her up and down as she moved forward a step, then did a slow, full turn. She didn't hurry the display; she wanted him to get a good look. He'd bought the dress for their dinner and dancing tonight; he'd rented what was inside the dress for the hours that would come afterward.

Their dinner reservation wasn't for another two hours, and Niki didn't see any reason for delaying earning her money in the way that she did so well. Less than a minute later, he was on the couch with his slacks and boxers around his ankles and Niki's head was bobbing in his lap, taking his entire length in and out of her mouth as the finger tips of one hand toyed with his balls for a little added stimulation.

She didn't hurry this anymore than she had her earlier, curves-revealing show. Niki knew what he liked; a quick build, then twenty minutes of steady pleasure that wouldn't push him to orgasm, and finally--

But...

He wouldn't get his finally this evening as suddenly all hell broke loose. Gunfire blew out the windows of the safe house, raining glass down around and upon Niki. She screamed in shock and dropped to the glass covered carpet, closing her eyes and rolling into a fetal position.

The shooting ceased at some point, and when Niki realized all had gone quiet, she opened her eyes just as a man with a machine gun -- or whatever they called them -- stepped up close and looked down upon her. She didn't recognize him, but it didn't take a genius to know that he wasn't the client's security but was the man shooting up the house.

The man apologized, "I'm sorry. You aren't on my list, but … I can't really be letting witnesses live, can I?"

Niki closed her eyes again and raised a hand up before her, as if she thought she could block the bullets. There was more gunfire, yet … she was still alive and well. The man who'd been ready to kill her was gone, and a second man -- this one she recognized -- was suddenly picking Niki from off the floor, cradling her in his arms, and hurrying her out to a waiting car which then hurried away.

<<<< >>>>​

Niki pointed to the upper left photo in the array and said, "That's him."

"That's who?" the Special Agent asked with a bit of an annoyed tone in his voice. "You have to tell me where and when you saw him … and what he was doing, for the video."

Niki looked to the camera on a tripod opposite the table at which she sat and flipped it off. Then, tapping the picture with a long nail she clarified, "That's the man who stood over me with a fucking machine gun and said he was going to kill me but then didn't … the man who killed Charles Phillips."

She looked from the FBI Agent in Charge of the case and then to the U.S. Attorney who would be prosecuting it and asked, "Are we done now? Are we finished? We've been here for six hours … and I've been telling you the same shit for three months."

The Attorney began, "There are procedures we have to--"

"Yeah, yeah," Niki said with her own annoyed tone. She stood up quickly, looked to the U.S. Marshall who was with the Witness Security Program and asked, "Can we go now?"

The Marshall looked to the Special Agent expectantly, getting a very quick and somewhat relieved, "She's all yours. Have fun."

 

[Homerun2611]

Richard (Rick) Madsen stayed in the back as the tedious, repetitive and seemingly never ending reign of questioning played on. Make now mistake, Niki could be quite the little bitch, but he didn't blame her here, as the protocols the US Attorneys felt they had to follow would have frayed any reasonable person's nerves, particularly the young, impertinent, self centered, formerly high priced escort that was Nicki Keen.

Rick had been called in almost immediately after the local police had picked up, Emilio Estrada, the Cali Cartel hit man who broke in and killed her client, Charles Phillips, the crooked and arrogant hedge fund operator who was stupid enough to think he could skim almost a quarter of a billion dollars from the ruthless Cali's and live to enjoy it. When they found him he was riddled with bullets, eight to be exact, the most lethal direct through his forehead, and his pants were still at his ankles and cock hard from enjoying Nicki's talents, rigamortis quickly setting in.

Next it was Phillip's security a day late and a dollar short, they wounded Estrada, but not mortally, he made it out to his car but the blood loss was too severe, and he passed out quickly, the police finding his car in a nearby ditch, him passed out behind the wheel. It didn't take them long to match Estrada to the Phillips killing as the entire operation was already under Federal scrutiny. Rick had come in to help round up the Pfingley operatives, and he had ended up with Nicki. She had been his impending responsibility ever since and he had now sat through every one of these sessions over the last three months.The hitman who was now sitting in max security and that, along with the information that the overly arrogant Plingley had told her of his work for the famous cartel were the biggest reasons Nicki would need his protection for a while, possibly a long while at least eight months until the Estrada trial commenced.

Rick had been a US Marshall for five years, entering the program after two tours as a special forces, elite sniper. It had been five years now, and he still woke up at times, his body soaking wet, reliving the horror of both good and bad kills in his Iraqi tours. It was amazing, how in the moment, he had anesthetized his mind and soul as to what he was doing, but once home, it all came back, way too often, in vivid technicolor with surround sound.

A college football star at the University of Michigan, he had studied criminal management, and once he left the service, there was only one spot he wanted to be and that was in the US Marshall program. With his military record, the acceptance was a mere matter of paperwork. So after a one month, way too short vacation, he entered the program, hoping the relentless pursuit of some o the most dangerous and corrupt people on the world could keep his mind busy enough, and the adrenaline flowing strong enough.

The adrenaline rush had ended the night of the shooting, and he was now in bureaucratic hell. But at least it was almost over, in two hours they would be on a private jet headed back to Minnesota, and this spoiled little diva, who seemed to think being a high priced whore, gave her the right to behave like some sort of princess, would be his responsibility. Danny Adams, the lead FBI agent's sarcasm, "She's all yours. Have fun," was not lost on him.

He pulled out her chair and held out his hand, they had gotten to know each other a bit as he had served as her protection as they traversed the halls of the various Federal buildings, but they had not spent any real time alone, and he was not particularly looking forward to it. She was definitely one hot little piece of ass, but that was not his job, and he couldn't afford her anyhow. He did just fine thank you, well he would do just fine if he didn't have to baby-sit her. "Let's go Nicki...it's time to take you to your new home...I'm glad you said you liked the cold!"

 

[Alice2015]

"Let's go Niki..." her babysitter told her, offering her a hand. "It's time to take you to your new home."

She smiled up to him, almost flirtatiously, took his hand, and rose in such a way that it put her into his personal space. "Thank you, Richard."

Niki's smile widened even more, then faded as one of the others tapped a finger tip on the table and told her to give them one last signature. She hesitated, still looking into Rick's eyes as if he were a client paying her a thousand dollars to blow him as soon as the others left the room … or … not left the room, didn't matter.

She'd been playing this game off and on with him for three months. Niki didn't know why; she had no intentions of servicing him, whether for money, kicks, or love; and Niki was pretty sure that Rick was too fucking straight laced to even contemplate putting his dick inside one of his Charges.

To be totally honest, she really despised the man. Sort of; maybe; oh, maybe she was just pissed at how they'd become legs of the same pair of slacks. Every where Niki had gone since the shooting of Charles Phillip, Marshall Richard 'Rick' Madsen had been there. He'd checked the public bathrooms she used before she entered them and then stood right outside the door, preventing anyone else from entering; he'd limited her to food and drink from locations the Marshalls Service had vetted and trusted, which meant she missed out on the delicacies that her thousand dollar an hour fee had allowed her to enjoy over her short career as a high priced escort; and, probably worst of all, he'd limited her communications to a couple of calls a week to friends and family who themselves had had to go to a local Federal Agency's office to accept the call, and then she'd had to talk to those friends and family on speaker phone, so as to not say anything that might jeopardize her safety.

No, wait; that hadn't been the worst of all. Rick had slept with her. Oh, not with her … but near enough that it almost seemed like he had. When they'd stay in fleabag motels, he'd been right next door in an attached room, with that door unlocked; twice, when they'd stayed in safe houses out in the 'burbs, he'd slept in the adjacent bedroom, where she could hear him doing every thing from checking his gun to shedding his shoes and groaning out in ecstasy as he masturbated to fantasies about her.

Okay, so, that last one wasn't true. Probably wasn't true. But, smiling at Rick here and now, just before he took Niki away to Minnesota, she believed deep down in her core that at one point or another, all of the male Feds, Marshalls, Local Cops, and Attorneys -- and maybe even some of the female ones, too -- had touched themselves while alone and imagining her doing to them the things she'd very explicitly described having done for Charles Phillips over the years she'd known him.

"I want a female babysitter," Niki had demanded early on during Rick's care of her. "I don't want this guy standing outside the Lady's room while I pee … or outside my refugee camp of a motel bathroom while I shower."

She'd been told that even though women made up 35% of the current WitSec staff, there simply wasn't a female Marshall available for her at the time. And by the time that one was available, Niki had simply been having too much fun terrorizing Rick "The Dick" Madsen.

(She'd called him that a couple of times just to get a rise out of him, only to be disappointed in how professionally he responded. The guy was good; he didn't let Niki get to him in public, though, she wondered at times whether he ever went to the firearms training range and wrote her name over the picture through which he was putting bullets.)

"I'm glad you said you liked the cold!" he told her after she'd signed one last form for the Feds and turned back to face him.

"Minnesota … cold...?" she responded. A pffff sound blew out through her lips as they begin leaving the room to head for their flight. "I had a client who took me to Antarctica once, to photograph penguins and fuck on a glacier."

One of the FBI agents -- a female -- walking with them gave Niki a sudden glance, to which Niki laughed and said, "Really, not kidding! Stark ass naked, sitting on the ice, sucking his cock."

Laughter from behind made Niki turn and smile with delight. She looked to Rick again for his reaction, wondering whether he'd at least crack a smile while his Federal cohorts were laughing and imagining whether they could even get hard under such conditions.

"Twenty degrees below zero … in the sun…" she said back over her shoulders to the two Feds escorting them as far as the car downstairs in the secured parking garage. She finished, "...in the summer time! Now that's cold."

They got into the elevator, descended to the garage where they exited to find even more Feds guarding their departure, and finally got the hell out of the courthouse for what she hoped would be the last time in months. The trial was at least 8 months off, possibly even farther.

When they got to the airport and the small government owned jet, she flopped down into a seat and told Rick, "Wake me when we get there. I'm exhausted."

A woman in a comfortable two piece suit appeared, leading Niki to ask, "Hey, stewardess, is there any booze on this flight?"

"I'm not a stewardess, I'm your pilot," Holly Rider said with a bit of disapproving tone in her voice. She looked to Rick and told him, "Flight plan has us landing in Dallas. The airport there will falsify the Tower's record, making it appear as if we landed, refueled, and lifted off for Albuquerque twenty minutes later. Just to pad the story a bit, Maintenance will also have a record of a small repair having been made to the cruise control. Neither the Tower records not the Maintenance Logs are classified or encrypted, so, if anyone tries to hack the airport's computers to find your friend, it will all seem legit."

She listened to Rick's response, gave another disapproving glance to Niki, who had already closed her eyes and laid across two seats. She looked back to Rick and -- as the plane's engines began to whine a bit louder -- said just loud enough for him to hear, "The co-pilot and I lay over in Minneapolis for the night … you know … in case you have a need to go out for a bite."

She gave him a flirtatious smile, then allowed her gaze to drop to his fit form for a second. Holly had been a Marshall's Service pilot for the past four years, flying criminals and witnesses alike all about the country. She'd always liked her job, but she'd begun liking it far better after her first flight for Marshall Rick Madsen. This was their fourth flight together, but their first one in which she and her fellow flying mate had to stay behind until the next day to tend to another case.

Holly would love nothing more that to spend some of tonight riding hard and fast atop the cock of the gorgeous Marshall Rick.

 

[Homerun2611]

Thank you, Richard”He heard her and the ton, he saw the shoulder, come fuck me eyes, he saw all of it, every little move she tried, smouldering, belittling, flirtatious, bitchy, and smouldering again. He had very little doubt, she had been one incredible fuck. She was quite the actress, she might have even senjoyed it, few but certainly some girls do. Her clients could have afforded anyone, and instead they ’came’ back to sexy, little Niki, over and over. She had most definitely been good at her job.

However, so was he, so was Marshall Ric Matson. He was trained to be unflappable, and he was one of the best. He was superbly trained and equally blessed by genetics. He had a resting pulse rate of 38. That was what allowed him yo hit a bullseye from 3,000 feet away using a high powered telescopic rifle. She was a test, a real pain in the ass. She could pop that heart rate up into the 60’s, but he’d never give her the gratification of knowing that her shenanigans, generally being a pain in the ass, and, yes, her actual ass, did all make their mark.

He’d been no more thrilled to get her, than she him. There were many times he just assumed she hated his guts. All fine, liking him or disliking him was not part of the job. Keeping her incredibly hot little ass alive was...and in his humble opinion there, she had drawn the very best. So off he walked, the keeper of their key witness, and the US Government’s most highly protected sex Kitten. He had almost asked her, ‘exactly how much energy do you actually expend each day trying to arouse. Is your goal truly to have every man and woman you encounter masturbate, while moaning your name?’ What a useless waste of time that was. She was smart, god knows beautiful, what a spy she might have made! At least then, if she was spreading her legs , and swallowing cum for money, she could have been helping her country in the process.

So off they walked through the Federal building, and then, there she went off again, ”Minnesota...cold....?....I had a client who took me to Antarctica once, to photograph penguins and fuck on a glacier...Really, not kidding, Stark ass naked, sitting on the ice, Stark ass naked, sucking his cock.” Rick heard the laughs, wanted to turn, for zgod’s Sake don’t encourage her. Never in his life had he seen a girl, one who under very different circumstances he might have been attracted to, so mother fucking proud of being a slut! And this was the little treasure he was sworn to keep safe, and without thinking would take a bullet for. Two cleansing breaths, heart rate restored, he kept walking.

Finally, on the plane he relaxed. If they did take them out while in flight there was damn little he could do about it. Then he saw her, and sat up a bit in his chair. His eyes met Captain Rider’s and wondered if she felt the same sparks he did. Rather than the sexy little cum dumpster next to him, The was a real woman. A pilot no less. He had wanted to be a pilot. He had seen Top Gun as a kid, and he dreamed of being those guys. Imagine his surprise when he learned that at 6 foot three, 195 pounds of sculpted muscle, he was too much man, to be a fighter pilot. They were all little pip squeaks mostly between 5 foot 6 and 9. He had laughed at the great volleyball scene from the movie, all those spikes. They must have been using a half sized net!

Before he could even say hi, he heard her, ”Hey stewardess, is there any booze on this flight?” He simply mouthed, “I’m so sorry “. But Holly was a pro, the kind of pro he admired. And as he overheard her, he was immediately on his secured phone, soliciting a stand in for 3-4 hours tonight. Quickly confirmed he sat there smiling. The both napped, had a decent snack, and he even allowed himself a single beer. About 45 minutes outside of Minneapolis he went into the cockpit. “Captain Rider, if the option is still open, could I take you to dinner, after we land?”

 

[Alice2015]

Niki was still passed out in one of the rear most seats of the business class jet when her babysitter stood and walked away.

In the cockpit, Holly turned at movement in her peripheral and smiled to the delicious WitSec Marshall. She smiled as she pulled her headset off one ear.

“Captain Rider, if the option is still open, could I take you to dinner, after we land?”

"Option is still open," she said with an even wider smile, knowing that before this night was out she'd have Rick Madsen's cock thrusting deep inside her. She looked to her watch -- yes, as the world around her shifted away from them, she still wore one -- and then at the instrument panel. "Forty minutes or less with a tail wind we just picked up. You'll feel us descending soon enough."

She gave her co-pilot a wink as Rick returned to the cabin, then snapped her fingers, saying, "Pay up."

Her flying partner ripped a $50 bill out of his shirt pocket, handing it over to him as he disappointingly said, "I was sure he played for the other team."

"Your team?" Holly inquired of the man who'd been proudly out of the closet since long before she'd requested him as her second in the cockpit. She laughed, explaining, "Just because he didn't make a move on me that first time, that doesn't mean he didn't want to."

They laughed together and began planning for their arrival in Minneapolis. They began trading messages with the tower a bit later, and soon enough they were on the ground and slowing at the neared a hangar that had been closed off for their surreptitious arrival.

By the time Holly had rolled the plane into the building and watched the handlers close the door behind them, the other woman in the plane had awoken, stretched out, and begun asking with all seriousness how far it was to the nearest bar. The hatch opened and swung down, and a pair of WitSec Marshalls ascended to greet Rick and his charge.

"A chick!" Niki said upon seeing the female wearing the Marshall's wind breaker and a badge on her belt. "They said there weren't any available, and I got stuck with him."

She jabbed a finger thumb toward Rick as she passed by him, but the female agent -- Gloria Reid -- corrected Niki's misimpression with, "I'm not available … and you're still stuck with him."

She winked to Rick, then explained to Niki, "You're with me and my partner tonight so that Marshall Madsen can get a good night's sleep without having to worry about you."

"Worry about me?" Niki said, feigning a sincere tone as she looked to him and said, "And I didn't think he cared."

Gloria, her partner Kent, and Rick talked a bit to ensure they were all on the same page regarding the next 12 hours. The Service had gotten a pair of attached rooms for Niki and her temporary babysitters at the Holiday Inn at the airport; to keep Rick from having to drive all the way home and then all the way back tomorrow morning, they'd gotten him a room as well, though at the Marriott so that he could honestly not have to be any where near his charge.

As they were all disembarking, Holly stepped up and reached out to take Rick's hand. She wiggled her hand a bit to ensure he felt the folded note she was inconspicuously passing him. When he opened it later, he'd read: Room 212, Western Ridge Inn. Pick me up there for our dinner.

She gave him a knowing smile before telling him and the others to have a good evening … knowing in the sense that she knew that when he entered her room, he wouldn't be leaving it until after they'd had morning sex to top off their long evening of … well, evening sex.

"That one's yours," Gloria told Rick, pointing to one of the cars inside the closed hangar, engine running. "I have your number. Call you tomorrow, ten hundred hours … make a plan to meet at noon for the pass off."

She reached over and patted Rick where she knew he liked to carry his cell phone. "Turn this fucker off, and take half a day. You've earned it."

And with that she and her partner directed Niki away to a second car, but not before she glanced over her shoulder at Rick, blew him a kiss, and said, "Miss me. You know you will, Richard."

She laughed and slid into the car, giving him a little wave.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Option is still open," A broad smile crossed his face. There had been chemistry between Rick and Holly right from the get go. But he had always been with a property, and other then friendly banter and the exchange of smiles and a twinkle in the eye, nothing had happened. Rick was a bit ashamed she had to sort of make the first move, and then admonished himself. She is available for dinner, maybe including her gay co pilot, she hasn't exactly invited you to her hotel room and spread her leg inviting you to impale her. "Mmmmm", he moaned as he sat back down. That last thought, spreading her legs, and feeling that gorgeous woman take him inside, had shot a spark down his body, and for the first time in weeks, he felt that wonderful throb spread through his sizable cock.

He looked over at Niki, he remember the first time he saw her, she had been in a cute little outfit, that although covered, left little to the imagination. She had been sweet and bubbly, and he had been hard the entire day. But then he heard the stories, the demands, and the plain brattiness, and his cock got more and more flaccid. He felt the plane begin to accelerate its dissent, and he closed his eyes, fantasizing a bit on how Holly might look tonight, and if there were any opportunities beyond dinner. They were both unattached, young, attractive....he shook his head, 'slow down Tiger, let the game come to you'.

By the time they landed Rick had convinced himself she was just being friendly and he could easily make a fool of himself if he wasn't careful. The plane finally in the hanger, Gloria was on the plane before they even unbuckled. He had expected her, and was relieved. Gloria and her partner Ted, were old friends and good people. A bit older than Rick, they were experienced, and Rick smiled as he saw his colleague. "A chick!" Rick laughed, "see you get your dream". He smiled as Gloria set the record straight that this was a one night only affair. Rick smiled at his inside joke, he could only hope the word affair was fitting.

"Worry about me?...And I didn't think he cared." Rick actually did enjoy her a bit, and glanced over, "See, I hide it pretty well don't I?"

He motioned over to the other two wit sec agents, "She is charming, but I can almost guarantee she is going to test you..." they tried to scoff it of, this was far from their first rodeo, "...yeah, yeah...I know, but don't underestimate her. She is damned smart and has learned to be very resourceful in getting her way." He looked at them and knew his warnings were falling on deaf ears, he only hoped things went okay.

Turning away, he was suddenly face to face with Holly, their noses, lips, literally inches apart. His breathing stuttered, he felt her fingers press into his palm and then realized they contained a message. Reading it and then looking into her eyes, that look, FUCK, he was not making an ass of himself. This was a woman unafraid to let him know what she wanted, he simply nodded, he would be there, on time, and ready....more than ready, it had been way too long.

He wasn't sure if anyone else caught the largely wordless exchange, but as Gloria pointed out his car and a separate hotel, he knew that the Marshall's office was trying to give him the Korean War's equivalent of a night in Tokyo. As Gloria patted him he nodded, "Don't worry, from now until at least 0 9 hundred, consider me off the grid!" He laughed at Niki's comment, "You know I will be pining until I see you next", he waved her off and silently wished his colleagues success with his little nightmare. One last wink at Holly, as she looked back over her shoulder, and he was hustling to his car. He felt silly checking in, but for appearances he would check in, and take a shower, he needed a bit of clean up all over.

Hopping into the shower, razor in hand, he gave the boys a quick once over, shampooed, and showered. A two day stubble on his face, clean as a whistle below, he was ready for his nine inch cock to stand out, and put on a show. A touch of cologne, on his neck behind his ears and on the boys, boxer briefs, his best jeans, a white button down, cowboy boots and the only blazer he owned, he took a final look in the mirror. 'Not bad...not bad at all'.

As he walked down the long corridor to her hotel room, he realized his pulse rate wasn't close to normal, maybe on double, and he smiled, 'god damn if felt good to feel like this...an actual date...getting laid by a gorgeous woman.' They only had 12 which both seemed like forever and no time at all. He knocked on the door, ready to get going, "Yes"....he heard her chuckle, "Yes, Miss, Rick from room service...are you ready to be serviced in your room?"

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: You have to imagine that the clothes go with the face in the previous picture.)


Holly laughed at Rick's question, likely loud enough that he heard her from the hall. She opened the door, her sexy silk robe removing any doubt as to whether or not she was planning on letting him fuck her tonight.

"Please excuse my appearance, Rick," she said, a devilish smile spreading her lips. "I hadn't quite finished dressing. You can come inside … you know, if you don't mind having to see me like this."

Holly leaned and looked around him playfully, asking, "Where's your cart? You did say you were room service, didn't you?"

She turned and headed back into the room slowly, giving Rick a moment to study her from behind. Under the sheer, lower back of the gown could be seen the thin waist band of a tiny thong. Holly stopped at the bed, turned to face the Marshall, and untied her robe. As it fell to gather about her feet, the only fabric left on her that was now in his view was a tiny triangle at the meeting of her thighs and her belly.

"I guess we could find another way for you to serve me, couldn't we?" Holly asked. She reached to her hips and pulled downward on the waist band, and a moment later the pilot stood before the man entirely in the buff. "Or … we could go out to eat."

She was phenomenal looking: long, sleek legs; flat, toned belly; firm, "B" cup breasts, swollen, dark pink nipples. There wasn't a hair on her body below her neck with the exception of an occupationally appropriate landing strip of pubes trimmed short. A tattoo about the size of an old Eisenhauer Dollar was obviously a simple airplane; writing that circled it required a close up view to see that it said Fly these friendly skies, lover.

Holly backed up, playfully curling a finger at Rick. As her knees hit the back of the bed, she leaned to pull a pillow out from under the bed spread, dropped it on the carpet at her feet, then sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned her weight back on her locked elbows … then parted her thighs to reveal pink folds of flesh that were already glistening from her natural fluids.

She only smiled at Rick...

 

[Alice2015]

Earlier in the evening:

No sooner had the other WitSec Marshalls closed the door to the sedan then Niki began working them, intending to have a little bit of fun. It had been a long time since she'd done that, had fun; it had been 99 days as a matter of fact, since the day of her shooting and the beginning of her care by first the FBI and then the Marshalls.

She annoyed them with a peppering of questions about them, about Minneapolis, about her situation here in the Upper Midwest. By the time they got her to her room at the Holiday Inn -- just five minutes as the hotel was just down the road from the hangar -- Marshall Gloria Reid and her partner Kent Harper were ready to throw her out the door and proceed onward without her.

They reminded Niki of the security rules that were applicable to this night's layover in Minneapolis, then -- what with it being just after midnight -- gave her some space, in a manner of speaking; Gloria sent Niki to her room, like she was a pesky teenager who'd violated her curfew, then began putting a bed for herself on the couch in the suite's living room. Kent would be in the attached room, just beyond the unlockable door that connected them.

Niki took a badly needed shower, put on a light layering of makeup, left her still slightly wet hair down, and came out to wave her hands at the Walmart-bought outfit some WitSec flunky had purchased for her escape to safety.

"Isn't this the most hideous thing you've ever seen?" she asked the Marshall. "Who wears something like this?"

Gloria didn't hesitate to answer, "Everyday, normal, suburban women who aren't looking to attract any attention, that's who."

The Marshall looked Niki up and down and added, "You're not a high priced whore from Manhattan anymore, Niki. Hell, you're not even Niki Keen anymore, remember? You're Kimberly Jones from Chicago … now from St. Cloud. You're supposed to be--"

"Let's get a drink … and go dancing," Niki interrupted. When the Marshall just stared at her, she explained, "I haven't had a drink in two days. I haven't been in a real public place … a bar, a club, even a restaurant that understands what stars are, let alone has a rating of four or more of them … in ninety … nine … days!"

"You're not going--"

"C'm'on, it's the Holiday-fucking-Inn at the airport … in Minneapolis, Minnesota," Niki laughed. "You may have given me a new identity and turned me into..."

She looked down at the horrific outfit that was the only thing other than the clothes she'd just shed, a set of pajamas, and some undergarments that they'd allowed Niki to bring with her, fearful that someone might have slipped a tracker into a suitcase or a pair of high heels or whatever.

Niki continued, "...into this! But to the people looking for me, I'm still that high priced whore -- thank you very much for that, by the way -- whore from Manhattan who would never been seen in this … would never been seen in a Holiday Inn lounge … and would never be seen in fucking Minneapolis."

Gloria cocked her head as she studied Niki, remembering Rick's warnings about her. After a moment, she asked with a tone mocking Niki's own earlier words, "What's wrong with Minneapolis. I grew up here … thank you very much for that, by the way."

Without skipping a beat through the entire rant, Niki spat back, "I'm going to the bar downstairs to get a drink and relax for a moment and maybe flirt with the bartender and even have a dance with a stranger who doesn't know I used to be Niki Keen, doesn't know I'm now Kimberly Jones, doesn't work for the Cali Cartel, and doesn't care about anything other than the possibility of spending the night with a beautiful woman he met at a fucking airport lounge while he's waiting for the first day of the fucking plumbers convention … and no ...!... he's not going to get his chance to cheat on his wife by putting his cock in me because all I want … is a fucking drink and a dance!"

"You need to calm down … and quiet down--" Gloria began.

But she was interrupted by Niki literally screaming at the top of her lungs before going silent … gathering herself … taking and releasing a deep breath … and calmly saying, "Are we going downstairs for a drink, Marshall … or am I going to repeat that little outburst again and again until someone calls 9-1-1 … the local cops show up … someone gets video on their phone and posts it to YouTube … and then, you get to find Kimberly Jones a third identity?"

Five minutes later, after they'd gone over a whole other set of rules, Kent Harper was walking into the lounge to check out the situation before casually looking back to his partner and their charge to indicate that it was okay to come in from the hall.

"Oh my god," Niki murmured as she entered the dark room with late 1990's décor. She asked Gloria, "Do these people know its the 21st century. Hell, do these people know how to spell 21st century."

"Let it go … Kimberly," Gloria told her, beginning to lead the unhappy witness inside. But she felt Niki grasp her elbow, holding her back. "What? Change your mind?"

"No, I just don't want to be seen with you," Niki answered. When Gloria gave her a sharp look, Niki laughed and said, "C'm'on … look at you. You scream Fed! Do you really think that's the best way to keep me safe … sit with me like this."

"Marshall Madsen said--"

"Yeah, yeah, Rick the Dick said … I know," Niki cut in. She thought she actually saw a smile on Gloria's face at her use of the nickname she'd given her other babysitter. She pointed toward the far end of the bar and laid it out. "I'm going to go over there and sit down. I'm going to order a drink. I'm going to chat with the bartender about … who's the big sports team around here...?"

Gloria began to run down the names of the various professional and university athletic teams, but Niki -- no fan of sports, except for what she needed to know to please an interested client -- cut her off by finishing, "I'm going to get hit on by some guys who will quickly realize they are wasting their time and their money and will leave me the fuck alone."

Niki looked around at the occupants of the lounge; there were maybe twenty patrons including two or three couples and the rest males, sitting alone or in pairs with one small group at a big corner table.

She finished, "Then, finally, when I'm ready to break down and sob at what the hell's become of my life, I'm going to ask you to escort me back to my room where I'll cry myself to sleep … alone … as usual!

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick & Holly

He had no idea what he might walk into, she had hinted at a most intimate evening at the airport, and standing here outside her hotel room door was certain a good sign, but one never knew until...she opened the door, "Mmmmm" he moaned, and then smiled in appreciation. "Please excuse my appearance, Rick,...I hadn't quite finished dressing. You can come inside … you know, if you don't mind having to see me like this." He laughed allowing his eyes to slowly scan and come back up, he figured, probably correctly, that was what she wanted and so he indulged and enjoyed the incredible offering she provided. "Holly, if you had given me any choice in how you would have dressed for tonight, I could not have possibly been more pleased..." He then watched as she slipped off the robe and then the barely there panties, and he smiled even wider, "...now there you go, making a liar of me already, now you are dressed exactly as I would have ordered!"

My God what a specimen she was, and here he was a sailor on leave, he hadn't sniffed, or even looked at a woman he could actually have in almost two months now, Niki didn't count, he had to consider her off limits from any type of the interaction that this evening promised. She was simply spectacular, long, lean, he smiled at the little strip, no one wanted to land there more than he, and her tattoo, a promise of what the next pilot would enjoy. Her every move poured kerosene on his fire, and his pants were tight, barely constraining his massive hard on, that he tried in vain to adjust and reduce the incredible ache only letting his boy out to play would relieve. He moaned, captivated as she beckoned him with her finger, and then sat down, on the edge of the bed.

Spreading her incredible thighs, he stepped forward, he chuckled, he was a Game of Thrones fan, a true warrior, and the symbolism was not lost on him as he willingly and greedily bent the knee to pray and worship at her shrine. Her pink lips called to him, an irresistible syren's song, but the way they were already glistening, wanting him was not lost. "I see she is almost as aroused and excited for my touch, as I am hungry and needing to have her.

He peeled off his jacket and threw it on the chair behind him. Unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up, he prepared to begin his manly obligation. Truth be told, he loved going down, drinking of a woman's honey, dining at her "Y". But like a wine connoisseur about to sample the rarest bardeaux, he looked at it, inhaled it and then ran his hands all the way up and down the insides of her legs, from ankle to calf to knee to thigh and finally to soft, succulent lips. He ran his thumbs up and down her outer folds, and moved in and kissed her still slightly closed lips. Using those same thumbs, he spread the lips open, and slid his tongue up and down her gorgeous, satiny pink slip.

Her juices washed over his tongue, and he hardened it and slipped it inside. At first slow, and tender, he pistoned his slick hardened muscle in and out. Thumbs slid up to introduce and coax little button from its hood. He smiled as it, she responded to his touch, and he pressed harder, massaged ever more aggressively as he began to tongue fuck her. She was amazing, delicious, and his cock thundered with every lick, taste and swallow of her nectar. He drove his tongue deeper and hard, takng and fucking her with his greedy tongue. His mouth and cheeks glistening with his saliva and her juices he looked up, fire in his eye, almost panting with need, "Holly, you have an absolutely spectacular cunt, thank you for inviting me to dinner!"

 

[Homerun2611]

Alice, Nicki & Kent

She was a pain in the ass, there was no doubt. Gloria knew she was playing with them, but in a way, she was the customer and so they indulged. Actually, as Gloria watched her partner, Kent more than indulged. Gloria understood, sort of. They had been together for a long time, and they were friends, nothing more. She also knew, although she kept in excellent shape, she would never again have that new sparkle that Niki, or even that sexy pilot Holly, that Gloria assumed the handsome Marshall Dick, she laughed at her use of Niki's pet name, was currently balls deep into for the first of several times tonight.

He was cute, not her partner, and she wouldn't have minded taking a spin herself. She had no delusions of love or relationships, but what woman couldn't use a nice, fuck of a hardbody like him. Lacy though was a kid, twenty years younger than her partner easy, he wasn't crazy about the predatory way he stared at the girl's ass and body, and even seemed to touch himself when he knew Niki wasn't looking and assumed Gloria wasn't either. She wasn't sure he was completely right on either count.

For Kent it was different, he didn't like to admit it, but he liked younger girls, really liked them. It had been a while for him as well, and his last time, had not exactly been a rousing success, in fact he had a hell of a time getting aroused at all for the call girl he had arranged on one of his rare day's off. But she had been older, Niki was young, and from the way she talked, she had skills, mad skills. He hadn't felt quite like a man since that night, and well, he wanted to feel like a man again. Like that fucker Rick, who they all knew was fucking the pilot every guy in the Marshall system was talking about.

Gloria actually felt bad for the girl as she put on the Wal-Mart outfit. For many women it would have been fine, but this girl had been wearing Armani three months ago, and was now in something even Gloria wouldn't buy on her pedestrian salary. She let her play out the temper tantrum, but she and kent had already discussed it, they were going to take her down stairs anyway. She was right it is the "Fucking airport Holiday Inn", what could happen. Kent had been particularly enthusiastic, which did trouble Gloria a bit, but the quick canvass was clean and they started in. It didn't take long to regret her decision, big shocker right? "No, I just don't want to be seen with you,...C'm'on … look at you. You scream Fed! Do you really think that's the best way to keep me safe … sit with me like this."

Unfortunately, she sort of had a point. She also listened but didn't completely buy her little speech. Rick's warning ran over and over in her brain, she was likely playing them, but what was her plan. Suddenly though as they sat there, Kent stood up, "Where the hell do you think you're going cowboy?" Gloria asked sarcastically as they had a job to do, and two eyes keeping track of the little minx were a lot better than one. 'Well...she did say she just wanted a drink and a dance...and I'd like to dance." The senior, a bit overweight marshall was moving quicker than she had anticipated, and she let him go rather than create a scene. Niki would handle it, she was pretty damned confident the interest went one way, unless there were some Daddy issues Gloria didn't realize. She was almost amused as she watched him go over, trying to be Mr Smooth, and she couldn't help but laugh as he put his hand on Niki's shoulder and saw her reaction....

 

[Alice2015]

Holly and Rick

Holly had had no doubt that Rick would rise to the opportunity offered him; few men ever had. Oh, this wasn't a regular sort of thing for her, inviting a man over for dinner and then presenting her pussy to him as the entrée. But she had a look and way about her that drew men in like moths to a flame, and when she made that decision to open herself to them, they never failed to jump in with obvious eagerness.

She purred happily at Rick's caressing of her inner thighs, then of her sensitive folds. Holly's eyes never left him, studying him as he went to work licking and sucking and penetrating her yearning pussy.

"Holly, you have an absolutely spectacular cunt," Rick said from his position down between her thighs. "Thank you for inviting me to dinner!"

She chuckled at his compliment, telling him, "Eat up, Rick. I made it just for you."

Holly laughed again, then leaned her weight to one hand so that the other could reach out to intertwine her long, thin fingers into his hair. She urged his face back into her groin, but then released her hold on him and demanded, "Give me your hand."

When he did, Holly turned his hand palm up, curled all but his index and middle fingers down into a fist, then urged him to insert the extended fingers into her. She told him, "Tickle my inner wall … in the front, right behind my clit."

Then she lay back on the bed, reaching out to grasp handfuls of bedspread in tightly clenched fingers. As she directed him to quickly wiggle his fingers against her vaginal wall, she ordered, "Lick me again, Rick. Lick me hard … up and down … make me cum, Rick. Make me cum."

 

[Homerun2611]

"Eat up, Rick. I made it just for you." He leaned back and laughed, "Are you the perfect girl? Perfect girl, perfect cunt, makes sense!" He felt her play with her hair but the intent was clear, 'shut up lover and do your job.' Who was he to disagree, he loved bringing a woman to orgasm over and over. With the right lover, at least with him, he had found most women multi orgasmic, and he was a giving lover, he loved leaving women a puddled mess of orgasmic goo, nothing made him feel more like a man.

When she requested, he gave her his hand, and felt her extend her two fingers. She beat him to the punch, she wanted her "G Spot" pleasured, and he took this as a good sign as well. Women who had learned to fully enjoy that were generally wildcats in bed, and the more active, the more all over, attacking wanting to enjoy everything each other could offer the more he loved it. For him, great sex was exhausting and he hoped to limp back to the hotel and work in the morning, sated and drained.

"Lick me again, Rick. Lick me hard … up and down … make me cum, Rick. Make me cum." He slid his fingers in sawing and rubbing her inner wall, playing with those small folds which were her G Spot. Sawing and sawing, his tongue went to work, up and down up and down, then with his other hand, he massaged her clit. He was into it, loving it, and each movement he did aroused him more. His cock was ready to explode, but his mind was on her.

Eating her, sucking her, liking her, he feasted on her sex, never slowing down his work on her inner walls, working and working, he wanted her to know that he was an incredible lover, only wanting to push her to the greatest enjoyment possible..."Mmmm, baby, you are fucking delicoius, just incredilbe...oh fuck I want you so bad!"

 

[Alice2015]

Niki left Gloria's side and passed by Kent as he was checking the security deeper in the lounge. She gave him a flirty smile as she headed for her seat at the end of the bar. It was an instinctual thing for her, flirting; she hadn't meant anything by it. But then he sat on the stool next to her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

She immediately laughed and whispered, "Not in a million years am I going to sit here with you on my first day of freedom."

Niki gave him a shoo gesture, then actually said to Kent, "Shoo! Shoo!"

She didn't mean to hurt his feelings, of course; she simply wasn't going to spend this night socializing with one of her Government babysitters. When the bartender came down to take her order, Niki leaned in closer and said in a soft voice, "Wait for it."

The bartender's expression was one of slight confusion as Niki began a quiet countdown, "Ten … nine … eight … seven..."

On six, a man's voice asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"

Niki winked to the bartender, who was now smiling with understanding. She looked the newly arrived man up and down. He had a handsome face and an okay body, but these really were of no concern to the now former escort. What stuck out was his suit, which because of its fit, wear, styling, and fabric told her that the man was either too cheap or too broke to buy a new one or he'd borrowed this one from someone a bit smaller than he because he likely hadn't had a reason to own one until recently.

"I'm sorry, but no," Niki said softly to the man, adding, "Trust me … you couldn't afford me."

The man understood Niki's suggestion almost immediately. He backed a step, wished Niki a nice evening, and not only walked away from the bar but left the lounge entirely. She watched him depart, then looked around the bar for who -- or what -- was truly of interest to her. She set her eyes on a man who had already been ogling her; he was sitting in a back corner booth with six other men, obviously here for some sort of convention.

She smiled to him for a brief moment, and that was enough to cause him to rise and come to her, sitting on the stool next to her without hesitation. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes, please," Niki responded, feigning a bit of a shy response.

He introduced himself and began a conversation that would, in part, confirm that he was in fact here for a convention downtown. They chatted for several minutes, with Niki occasionally glancing toward Gloria and Kent and quickly looking away as though she was afraid they'd seen her looking to them.

The man caught what she was doing and looked to the Marshalls, too. He asked Niki, "Do you know those people?"

"Yes," she answered in a timid whisper. She looked to Gloria and Kent again, then told the man in a soft voice, "They're following me."

"Following you?" he asked in surprise. He looked at them, then turned back to Niki, asking "Why? Who are they?"

"They're private investigators," she lied with a very convincing tone. "They work for my ex-husband. He's a banker … one of those guys who was part of that big scam last year … tricked thousands of people into donating money for a new stadium for the Minnesota Vikings that was all just a lie."

Niki had only just heard about the scandal tonight while listening to Minnesota Public Broadcasting station on the radio in the hotel's bathroom. But she'd heard and repeated enough details here and now to piss off the man sitting next to her.

He looked back to them again, then to Niki, asking, "Why are they following you?"

"My ex-husband wants custody of my little girl, even though the judge gave me full custody and denied him visitation," she continued the hoax. "She's upstairs in a room with my sister, and I need to get to her, but … I'm afraid they'll follow me and--"

"They won't," the man growled low and mean. He looked back to his table full of friends, then to Niki and said, "We'll stop them."

"Really...? You'll help me get away from them?" Niki asked, really hamming it up by now. When the man told her not to worry, she stood off of her stool and wrapper her arms around his body, hugging him tightly, before pulling back and kissing him on the cheek. "You're an angel. You and your friends. You're my savior."

"Give me a second," he told Niki, reaching out to grasp her hands as he stood. "I'll signal you when we're ready."

"Thank you, thank you," she told him, her eyes beginning to glaze over as if tears were about to fall.

The man stood and headed back to his friends, and as he did so, Niki turned her back to the man … and began going through the wallet she'd lifted during the hug. He wasn't loaded -- there was only a bit more than $300 cash -- but he had a multitude of credit and debit cards. Later, as Niki continued to rifle through the wallet, she would find that he'd written the ATM card PIN on a folded PostIt note, along with other passwords and codes that would be of no or little use to her.

A moment later, the 7 men stood up suddenly and moved as a pack toward Gloria and Kent. They had no reason to think anything was wrong, that these men were a threat. But suddenly, the 7 were all standing over the top of them, mouthing off to them, chastising them for their chosen professions and in particular their current patron, and threatening them with bodily harm for even their slightest connection to a scandal involving the home of their favored NFL team.

Gloria quickly pulled out her badge, as did Kent, and after a moment of dealing with the men not believing the story of being U.S. Marshalls, Gloria simply whipped out her sidearm and told the men, "Back the fuck off before I start putting holes in your dicks … Dicks!"

There was confusion amongst the men as they tried to decide whether or not the pair were real Marshalls or not, but eventually as Kent pulled his weapon, too, the men backed away and yielded ground and a reclaimed view of the end of the bar...

...where Niki was, of course, no longer sitting.

 

[Alice2015]

Holly and Rick

The Marshall was working Holly's pussy with a skill and dedication that she sometimes found lacking in lovers. When invited to do so, Holly's lovers nearly always performed as she asked of them. But more often than not, when their fingers or tongues or lips began to tire, they were ready to put their cock into use, even if Holly hadn't achieved the orgasm for which she'd been guiding them.

Not Rick, though; he worked his fingers inside Holly's canal and his mouth upon her lips and clit for far longer than any man before her had. The pleasure rose and rose, leading Holly to wrap her legs around Rick's head and hold him in place, again as if she was afraid that suddenly he might quit to take a different direction.

And then … she was there!

Holly's gentle moans that had become soft whispers that had become sharp cries ceased as the writhing beauty drew a deep breath and held it for an untold number of minutes … until finally … eruption. The orgasm exploded through Holly's body, waves of ecstasy that resulted in her letting the held air out in a loud, short scream of delight.

"DON'T STOP!" she demanded between gasps of air, adding as she could, "OH GOD … PLEASE … DON'T … STOP...!"

Holly's body was trembling deep down to the core as the climactic waves continued to surge through her. She couldn't know whether or not is was one long orgasm or a multitude of them. All Holly knew was that she didn't want this to ever end.

Eventually, it did, and her body slowly transitioned from tight and tense to relaxed and limp. Her ankles -- which had crossed behind Rick's neck as the orgasm neared -- parted and her legs fell to hang over the edge of the bed. Her hands -- which had held onto the bedding for dear life -- opened up, though, they only lay there in place.

She would have been happy to just lay there for the rest of her life, feeling the pounding of her heart and the pulses of blood in her ears. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them now to look at Rick. She said with a soft voice barely above a whisper, "Okay … dinner … is over … time ... so … time … for dessert. Roll me over … and … put your dick … in me … Marshall."

 

[Homerun2611]

Nikki, Gloria & Kent

She was gone, fucking gone. God damn it, Gloria had tried to be nice, not heeded Rick's warnings, fallen for her cock and bull arguments and....god damn it all to hell, felt sorry for the little scheming bitch. She reached for her cell phone, and put it back. It did no good to call Rick, she had been the one to tell him to go off the grid. Little did she know that she, experienced Marshall Gloria, would be taken in by that young, recovering whore!

She looked around, where was her dickhead partner. This was his fault too. Rather than thinking with the little head, he could have helped her, watched what was playing out between her and the good looking man who they thought she was playing for fun. She had damn near shot the guy. "Dude, you just got played by a whore and I am tempted to bring you up on charges too, but being criminally stupid and horny unfortunately isn't a crime. Although, if I called your wife, my guess is she would think otherwise. His cock shriveled up to microscopic proportions, he and his gang of 6 slinked out of the little bar as soon as they could.

"Now to find her." She said to no one in particular. She couldn't put out an APB as that would blow her cover. The only good news was it was now 1 AM, and unless she was going to hoof it back over a mile to the airport, there was nowhere to go. She yelled out orders to Kent to start searching floor by floor, and then she went to the front desk. "Do you have any surveillance cameras, if so, I need to see them quick, we have a a lost girl we need to find!"

 

[Alice2015]

The guy behind the front desk was more than happy to help once the Marshall had flashed her badge and gun. Unfortunately, it would take far more than the man's eagerness not to be shot or arrested … or both. They had to find the key for the Security Office, which was typically locked by 11pm. Then they had to call the General Manager for the password to the computer that ran the security camera system. Then -- because the front desk guy had forgotten to deenergize the silent alarm on the Security Office door before opening it -- they had to deal with the local cops who came in with guns pulled, thinking the hotel was being robbed.

It was almost 15 minutes after they'd lost Niki before they found her again on the security cameras … walking calmly right out the hotel's front entrance, flirting with a guy outside for a smoke break, then simply walking off into the night.

They spent another 10 minutes trying to figure out who the driver was, but there were no camera shots of his car's license plate and no one remembered him as being a guest.

Plain and simple, Niki was gone!

Then, they caught a break: the cigarette guy from the front entrance dinged the bell at the front desk, and when the cops and Marshalls responded, he said with an annoying tone, "Hey, I can't be certain of this, but I think some woman snatched my keys from my jacket pocket. My car's not in the lot."

………………………

Niki was still laughing as she pulled the stolen car up to the loading zone at the airport. She got out and was heading for the terminal's entrance when one of the pre-Check In guys called out, "Hey, you can't park that there."

Remembering the Bill Murray line from Stripes, she paraphrased, "I'm not parking it … I'm abandoning it."

She headed inside, looked for a particular bit of signage, and took a left. A minute later, she was standing before the Fashion Boutique. They'd closed at 10pm, but there was a Manager inside, finishing up some bookwork for the monthly report.

Niki tapped the glass, attracting the woman's attention, but the Manager only shook her head. That wasn't going to stop Niki from getting something different to wear than this sad suburban housewife outfit, though; she held up an American Express Platinum card, then pressed two $100 dollar bills to the glass and mouthed the words For you … tip.

The Manager contemplated the offer for a moment, but ultimately opened for the woman. Twenty minutes later, Niki walked out of the store feeling almost sexy.

She followed signage again, and a couple of minutes later she was sitting at a bar ordering a drink. She caught a handsome man giving her the eye from a small table in the corner. He was dressed in a Brioni herringbone suit and had a MontBlanc around his wrist; just the kind of man Niki Keen liked.

"Coming or going," she asked with a playful tone.

He must have sensed she was looking for a little short term fun; he responded, "Does it matter?"

Niki gave him a flirty smile, then stood and took her drink with her to his table. She asked if she could sit, he said yes, and she studied him for a moment before saying more quietly, "I prefer my men cumming."

They both smiled a bit wider at the suggestive talk. He told her, "I'm on an indefinite layover. Cancelled flight."

"Layovers are nice," she continued, using that suggestive tone she was famous for. "Especially extended ones."

He did some studying this time, taking in Niki's face, neck, collar bones … bosom. She wore no bra, and her perma-hard nipples were well displayed within the thin, cotton fabric. Then, revealing that this wasn't his first interaction with a woman such as Niki, he told her, "I haven't bought my ticket yet. I hate having to stand in line. If, let's say ... I were to ask you to go stand in line for me … buy my ticket for me … how expensive do you suppose that ticket would be … you know, what with my not having a reservation?"

"Depends," Niki responded, lifting her drink to sip at it before continuing. "On how far you are wanting to go."

He smiled again, answering, "Oh … I'm wanting to go all the way."

"First class, I assume."

"With all the benefits affording it," he said almost before she'd finished.

Niki hesitated before answering, taking a casual look around herself before looking back to the traveler and telling him, "Well, the short flight … two hours … the ticket for it runs $600 … plus room fees."

He quickly asked, "And the long flight?"

"Oh, the long flight is nice, of course," she responded, keeping up the sexual innuendo. "It takes longer, obviously … it doesn't get in until sometime tomorrow morning. But it's the best way to go. Well worth the $1500 ticket price."

Niki could see a bit of surprise in the man's eyes when she quoted her half day fee to him. And yet after a moment, he sucked down the remainder of his drink, picked up his briefcase, and stood. He told Niki, "I think I want to take the long flight. Shall we?"

"We shall," she said, standing as well.

For the first time since she'd seen Chuck killed, Niki felt like she was normal again.