Saving the World One Bra at a Time

[poohlive]

It was good. Reese thought she was fucking brilliant. She started talking about her sister, the first thing coming to her head. She didn't look as if anything were wrong, that was helpful. He needed that time, that distraction.

She wiped herself off, moving, the envelope left at her feet. He was thankful, get her out of that room as much as he could. She stared at the steel, unnoticed. Yes, she knew, she knew everything. As she moved past him, uncaring, he moved into the bathroom, his eyes tight, glancing.

What was she saying? Reese couldn't understand it, not all of it. She seemed, what, disappointed? He didn't know, didn't care. He just wanted her out of danger, looking in the bathroom. The sink, with tiny cabinet couldn't hide anything. The bathroom curtain was open wide enough to see inside. No one in there either.

She grabbed his gun, putting it to her chest. Reese yanked it away, glaring at her like some child that had grabbed at the first thing that was shiny and golden. He gave her a hard tug, shutting her up in an instant.

How long could someone keep that ruse up. She looked absolutely peaked. Maybe all of this with her sister really had started to get to her. Reese couldn't deal with that now.

He opened the door wider, looking inside the bathroom. There was another closet, a small one where the towels and everything were held. He let two bullets slip through the empty wicker paneling. On the other end he head a grunt, and then a drop to the floor.

Opening it, showed a man dressed in too much black, a gun lay in his opened hand. Reese breathed a sighof relief. God, he had been so close to Sophia. A few seconds more, and he might not have seen her alive. The man was watching her soap herself up. Perhaps that is what kept her alive, her wonderful thighs and pouty lips.

A miracle is a miracle, don't try to examine it, just thank the gods and move on.

Reese unloaded the gun, placing the extra bullets inside the clip, as if the mission wee nothing more to him than two bullets.

The note he had been given lay discarded on the bed:
There is someone in your room. I saw him enter earlier. Take caution

"Now," Reese said, putting his gun away, "What in the world were you talking about?"

 

[FurryFury]

Justin looked at Rain, now naked on the counter. Her face flushed red from the warmth they had generated together. Clearly his pheromones and hers had played together on their epidermis and created a heady heated stew of attraction he couldn't fight.

She looked like sunshine to him, he thought, not for the first time. What sort of irony had lead to them naming her Rain he wondered again. He kissed her thin lips, his body cooling now that they had each found sweet release.

His mind was now going over what he thought of as romantic ideas. His fine brain was going over the scientific complexities of sex, romance, and body chemistry.

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Rain relaxed on the counter, feeling part of his warm wetness flowing out from between her legs.

"You sure are good, Justin." She said with a lazy smile. Her eyelids were at half mass and she looked warmly at him.

"I think I could do that again, and again and again." She told him in a low purr, him pulling him closer, playing with his body, trying to get him to consider another round.

"I have an idea, want to hear it?" Rain asked with a quirk of her lips.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She went into the bathroom and looked at the dead body on the floor. Moving around it she retrieved the envelope, picture and the note. “Shit, that would have fucked up my day.”

Moving back to Reese she sat on the bed. Sophia was doing her best to disconnect from the situation in their hotel room. She had ranted and raved while Reese had done something she should have done. Sophia mentally kicked herself for not staking out the room, even if it was the bathroom, it was huge.

Sophia sat on the bed looking at him, she rolled her eyes and laid back. She had to think, she wasn't trusting them, they had fucked with her mind to long. “Read the note, ” she said, handing it to him, “see if you have any explanations.“

She had decided while she had been moving around the room that she was in love with him. Sophia wasn't going to kill him. If he took her life then he took it, she was no longer working for them, unless something was in it for her. Right now, Reese was in it for her.

Moving to the tray with the food on it, she grabbed the cheese from it and then a soda from the bar. “Go ahead, take a look. I don't care, do what you want with it. If the room is bugged they heard everything I said, and it all just boils down to the fact that if they wanted me dead, they would have done it along time ago. Someone higher up wants me around, at least for now.“

She ate some of the cheese, flipped to the game channel and watched, Hollywood Squares. Waiting for her lover's reaction. She'd either be watching Hollywood squares till it was over or she'd be seeing her blood hit the screen before she had time to forget she loved him.

 

[Rockingham]

The veins of his cock pulsed, vibrating within her cunt. She squeezed against him, and he mewled at the sudden pain that thrilled up his spine. She was teasing him, mocking him, humiliating him with her cunt. Showing him who held the power.

A gasp escaped him, as he bucked under her, holding onto her for strength comfort. Oh, god, he needed her. He needed her cunt more than anything. Perhaps they could switch the roles, perhaps he could play her little cock, see how far things went.

"Please," Whispered, needing, throbbing inside her, "Please let me fuck your cunt. Please use my cock as you want."

Dark ripples flashed across his deviled eyes, "I'll do anything. I want you so bad."

His cock grew strong as steel, pounding deep into her cunt, forging through her, the vise grip made him stop, mewl, his whole body shaking once more. She had him, totally, completely.

"Please..."

 

[FurryFury]

Gabrielle smiled at him then dove for his neck again.

"Awww what a good boy you are!" She chuckled. "Yes you are! I like that. I really do. I like it when you are a good boy and when you are bad." She rolled her body against his, her lips finding his, when she broke from him she spoke again.

"Now I've begged, you've begged, wanna keep playing silly games or you wanna fuck?" She cooed in his ear before she bit his earlobe and shoved her body back up his shaft hard.

She moved on him like a well oiled machine.

"I know you want it. I want it too baby. If you want to play I can though, it just might not end up the way you expect." She purred, biting his neck, sliding back again.

"Do you like a little pain with your sex? I think you do." She said still pumping back and forth on him. Nibbling at his neck again. She kept on getting him good and near coming. She grabbed at where she judged his wound must be and squeezed.

"So do I baby, so do I. Aren't you quite the find?" She chuckled, feeling him get even more excited inside her. She slammed into him over and over again with her tight wet body enveloping his dick riding him harder and faster.

 

[poohlive]

"They want you around. No one is going to get a note like this with your name on it, at least for a long time now."

Reese held the picture in his hand, gripping it harder than he should have. They wanted her to kill him, they wanted to pull heart strings and make her try to kill him now. A doctored photograph, a fake note, and an ally in the closet to make sure it went smooth as silk.

Sophia was to stay alive at all costs, that was part of Reese's mission. She was too important, too many people wanted her, needed her. Him, on the other hand? He was expendable, as the note said. He was the final lose wire in the situation. Even being in the same room with her cause more than a few eyebrows to raise.

She hadn't killed him though. The letter itself was authentic. It wasn't some low life like Tom playing tricks. This was from her people, asking to put a bullet in his head, and she refused. God, she had guts. A beautiful woman who would play by her own rules no matter what.

A sad thought hit him just then. Could he have done the same? If the letter were to take her out, make sure she had spilled her last secret, would he? They had rekindled something that had burned out years ago, true, but did that mean he was more loyal to her?

It was best not to answer that question. Best to let sleeping dogs lie. Complicated questions led to complicated answers, and right now he didn't need that in his life.

"So, what are you going to do with this, then?" He asked, handing the note back to her. What happens to the samuri that refuses her assignment?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She looked at the note once more and tossed it and the photo in the trash. "I don't know, I'm not going to kill you." Sophia popped another cube of cheese in her mouth, "I'm tired Reese, I played their games for a year. Maybe, I'll just go rouge. I have to get with Gabi though. I found something there and as soon as she okay's it, I'll let you know what all I found."

Sophia moved from the bed, "You know, after this mission, I'm looking for her, I'm not going back to them. You should know that. If you want out, that's fine. I won't expect you to come with me."

She touched his arm, "I've got my own contacts. People I have worked for on the side, nothing deadly, just a few things here and there. I can get jobs with them, go rogue if I wanted."

Squeezing his arm she closed the bathroom door, "See that was either for you or me. I'm thinking me, but not from one of my groups, but someone elses. Is there a third player we don't know about?"

Sophia moved back to the bed, this time facing the foot of it, her feet on the pillows while she layed on her belly.

"Look, after tonight, I'm gone. I'll head to the states pick up my things, lucky for me it is there are only two places that I know they haven't a clue about." She sighed, placed her head on her chin, "Then I'm looking for Gabi, using my people, not theirs."

 

[poohlive]

Reese stood there quiet for a moment, looking down at the trash can. The crumpled piece of paper looked at him, mocked him from its receptacle grave. He didn't like it, things were spinning too fast, gonig around in circles, and at each turn something new, something shocking.

There wasn't even a pattern anymore. That's what got Reese so confused about the situation. The complete randomness of it. To find her sister, to be ordered to grab her, find out she is dying, have to go across the country on an assignemnt with a partner who used to be her lover, and now held animosity.

"It's all about you," He said, bending down to pick up the paper, "This whole thing. It's all been about you. I dont' think there is a mysterious third party in our game, I think it's nothing but the third party. We don't know anyone that pulling the strings, except that they want to see how far they can push you."

He stuck the paper in her face, "They forced you to deal with your sister, and then they forced you to deal with me. They're forcing you to deal with your assignment while you're sisters in a hospital, and the moment you've dealt with me... we've found something, then you get a call saying she's missing, and this letter comes right after. This is so random, it's a pattern. You are the pattern. Someone is trying to push your buttons, see how far they can make you go before you snap. This assignment is bullshit, I will bet there isn't even anything in that fucking building."

He didn't matter. He was not a major player in this game, just a pawn that was a hairsbreath from being sacrificed. A pawn could grow into a queen, but it had a hell of a long way to go to do it. Impossible odds, horrid obstacles. It was easier to sacrifice a pawn for the good of taking the king.

But who were the key players, who was the king, and why was Sophia so important?

"I think... I think this is bigger than you and me."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She pushed the paper from her face, stood up and faced him, "What do you want to do then?" Sophia looked into the eyes of the man that either loved her, hated her, or just thought of her as a quick screw. "I don't know what else to do! Do we screw the job for tonight? Do we wait... and go in an hour ahead of schedule, an hour later? Tell me, because I'm fuckin' out of ideas."

Sophia grabbed a beer from the mini bar and slammed it down on the table, "Damn it, I need a walk." She couldn't drink she had an assignment unless Reese decided to forgo it. She had nothing they wanted, nothing they needed. "Fuck it," she said as she grabbed her gun, tucked it in her back waist band, then put on her jacket.

"I'm getting out of here for a while. I need to think. I can only think of one reason they want me, and I'll be damned if they are going to get it, I'll need Gabi first."

She opened the door of the hotel suite and marched out. Her mind thought of the contents she had lifted from Gabi's safe in her burned out apartment. The disk and the diamond those were the only reasons she'd be hunted, but did they gain all this interest in her, because of Gabi's brain tumor, or because they hoped she had the items. Also, Sophia thought, which items did they need or want.

Walking out into the cold mountain air Sophia shivered. Noticing the ski lift, she rented a pair of ski's and hopped into the next lift, the attendant held it, waiting for the signal to send her or for another skier to join. Her eyes focused on the hill ahead, she just needed out, needed to find a way to get to Gabi.

 

[Rockingham]

A moment of dragged on pain escaped him. Tom crashed into her, digging deep, his hips pistoning in and out of her. A tear fell from his eye as his teeth bared, only the reflection in the mirror knew it. Those two bodies moving together, her bare back moving around his body, closing in.

ANother moment of pain and pleasure sweeping through him, digging deep as he fingers did. He cried out, louder than before. The walls were not sound proof, and more than a few people knew now what was happening. Tom did not care though, he was buried deep within a tight cunt, an orgasm rippling through him.

He grabbed her tight, cried once in her ear, and let loose. His whole body rigid as his cock burid deeper and deeper, shooting its load into her. Warm, accepting, milking him for all he's worth.

 

[FurryFury]

The day had been long but seemed so quick to Justin and Rain. The time after lunch just melted away while they were busy with each other's bodies, making the other feel warm or cold, tight or loose as they played and played.

Little furry rodents didn't understand that they were having a reprieve of sorts nor did they care. They only slept, squeaked, ran on their wheels, ate, drank and tried to chew their way to freedom.

The cares of duty and regimen slipped from Justin and Rain as they explored each other. Neither was thinking of the virus now. They were only thinking of flesh and wetness, feeling only emotions.

They were startled when the huge dinner bell was rung. The sound supposed to make it all over the compound. Quickly they cleaned up put back on slightly crumpled clothes and smiling like Chesire cat's made their way to the dining hall. The smell jolted them. In their passionate time together they had forgotten about anything but carnal bliss.

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Gabi felt him get bigger inside her. Yes! The pain, made his passion rise even higher, she had sensed that about him. She felt him getting closer to coming. Gabrielle pushed harder at him with a deep chuckle.

"Hurt me back baby. I need the pain too. Just like you." She said in a broken voice getting a great deal of excitement from his cock which was growing inside her.

"You're mad aren't you? I can feel that. Let me have it baby, give me your pain and your anger now!" She said as he erupted inside her. He went deeper in her then. She was close, so close she just needed pain to seal the deal.

 

[Rockingham]

Tom gave her a dark smile, nodding. She needed pain, and he would give it to her. He would punish her. Refusing to accept him, spreaidng her legs for an old flame. Yes, he would punish her.

Tom's teeth came out, biting her hard in the neck. He squeezed, ihs teeth digging in. He pushed against her, filled cunt and still hard cock slipping with each other, sliding without their movemnts. Slow and determined fuck.

His hands grabbed her nipples, pinched, squeezed and pulled them beyond the limits. He felt her body stiffen, in pain or pleasure he knew not which. There didn't seem to be a difference anymore. Two sides of the same coin.

"Cum for me," He growled at her, biting again harder, "Cum for me."

His cock pushed into her.

 

[FurryFury]

Her mind quieted for just a second, the pain and pleasure mixing, swimming against each other in strong and stronger circles, until they combined to let her feel free for just a moment. Floating on a wave of pure fresh sensations, she went into her orgasm with a ferocity she had not felt in a long time.

She rode the wave, rode the sensations and him. He was simply delicious and perfect for what she needed right now. All was right with the world for those perfect seconds of pure sensation overflow. Her body was undulating inside and out with her pleasure and pain.

Yes! She thought when her mind returned. It's good to be dying! It's good to be alive! It's good just to feel something so incredibly physical.

"You know what?" She panted when she could talk again. "I like how you fuck. I might even ask you, your name if you keep being so damn good baby." Then she chuckled again and smiled up at him, her full lips curving up, her clear blue eyes bright and for once clear of the tell tale red lines that usually embellished them due to her busy fucked up life.

She kissed him hard one more time. It might have felt like she was bruising his lips she was so rough.

 

[Rockingham]

Tom started licking at her wounds. He could taste blood, sharp and coppery on her skin. He could feel her shudder against him. Moving down to one of her bruised and sore nipples, he licked at that as well.

"You may call me what you want. This is a fantasy, is it not? Fantasy fuck on an airplane. I am your lover and you are mine. You may name me what you wish, and I will always answer."

One nipple, mewling over her wound. He was not apologetic about the wounds, but relished in them. The feel of her pain enticed him all the more. He switched to the other. She still splayed out before him, deep and sexual, need and fulfillment crossing each other inside the tiny bathroom.

 

[FurryFury]

There was something about him licking at her blood. The blood on her neck, from the wound he had made with his teeth, that made her shiver. She liked it a lot. Gabrielle had enjoyed this little diversion more than anything she could remember doing in a long while.

He licked at her right nipple pushing her shirt aside. They might be bruised those nipples but it felt good, the throbbing of pain and his warm tongue soothing them.

"Sounds good lover." She told him wryly. "I dub thee Sir Victor, then. You may also name me as you wish." She said in a faux formal way her eyes crinkling up while he tended to her other nipple. She let another deep chuckle out and sighed with pleasure.

"I feel alive now and I thank you for that Sir Victor, my fantasy lover. You are a great giver of a fantasy fuck full of pain and pleasure both." She said playfully. He was making her passions rise again. She leaned back in the tiny space, letting her neck loll back a little. A thought went through her then, piercing and cold, just exactly at the same time the cold of the mirror reached her scalp through the wig.

He could snap my neck now and I just wouldn't care. Course it would be nicer if he was fucking me at the same time, yeah, what a way to go! She thought to herself.
I must be getting tired of all the games. That is dangerous.

Not just to me but to everyone around me and certain people in the business of secrets. Secrets want to be free, they want to be seen. They want to be smeared in peoples faces like shit. It's been my job to keep them, make people die for them. Now that I'm dying who cares? Okay I still want to save the world but now I need to save me if I can and if not die the way I want to go out. There is nothing they can hold over my head anymore. That was the final key.

"Don't be a selfish bitch!" Momma said.

"I am fucking here Momma butt the hell out!" Gabi said in her head.

"Yes I noticed but where is your sister? Where is the cake? WHO are you fucking?"

"You know what? You can't be here. You are dead. You left us when we were four."

"Not because I wanted to."

"Right! I'm so sure! Privacy please! Now!" Gabrielle roared in her brain back at Momma. Momma was quiet after that.


"Yeah Sir Victor, you can name me and I will answer to any name you give me." She said again. She was shaken. What did Momma mean by all that? Where was Daddy? He was never home, not for long. Why couldn't he come talk to her like Momma? Not now of course. Didn't Daddy love her too? She clutched onto her new friend suddenly before letting go of those thoughts and him.

Damn diseased brain, she thought, if only I could remember what I've lost. If only I...fuck that. Fuck everything thing, fuck him? She smiled at him again. Death and sex were so closely related in her mind on some primal level. She could fuck him or kill him with the greatest of ease but he wasn't even a player in the big game. She had no orders on him. No, what she was doing now was for her.

 

[Rockingham]

"I can be your Victor," He said, meaning it in every sense of the word. He reached down, pulling up his slacks. He straightened himself as best they could. It was a shame to end in the middle of things, but the plane would land soon, and they could not to much else than fuck in this tiny bathroom.

"Perhaps Sophia," He said, staring at her, kissing her deeply. His tongue came to meet hers, grasping and then letting go. He stepped away from the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"You certainly had fun," One of the flight attendats gave him a wandering stare. Tom only gave a weakened shrug.

"If you would like to join us next time, just ask," a blush crossed her face as he made his way back to his seat. They would indeed land soon, he could hear the captain on the comm telling of their decent and how soon it would be before they landed. The little seat belt picture flashed, Tom bent to buckle up.

 

[FurryFury]

Her heart froze when he said those words. Her mouth did not play with his. She was simply stunned.

"Perhaps Sophia."

Yes, of course, I'm here with a stranger and he uses her name! The name of the same sister who at this moment is on an op with Gabi's partner, the man Gabrielle thought she could love. She is probably fucking Reese right now!

The same twin who took their cake and hid it in a way that ruined it so they could never eat it. The same one who threw herself off a porch and broke her arm, not even letting Gabrielle get a second of Momma and Daddy's time or sympathy. The drive to the hospital to check on Sophia had killed them.

The long lost sister, mostly forgotten who had, along with Reese, it seemed, checked her into the hospital so that a corrupt Doctor could dig out part of her brain. Yeah that Sophia.

Was it just a coincidence? No, there were none. Not the way she lived.

She cleaned up, pulled on her clothes and exited the bathroom. The stewardess still had bright cheeks from her exchange with the one who had most likely been sent to kill Gabi.

Smiling at her, her name tag said Judy, Gabi spoke brazenly.

"He's right you know. You could have joined us Judy. If only the bathrooms were bigger!" She said feigning a carefree attitude. Gabrielle walked down the aisle and buckled up right beside "her Victor."

The one who belonged to her sister is some way. Sophia always took all the cake and all the toys. That didn't matter right now. She'd settle with her sister when the time came.

What mattered right now was that "Victor" was working for someone who probably wanted her dead. She had to lose him or kill him before he took her out.

She gave him a silly grin as if she were besotted. Too bad he was a great fuck. Then again there were plenty of those around, particularly when you taught them what you liked and made them service you like the little whores all men were.

"So now you see." Momma said.

"Yes I do, I see Momma. I know what you were trying to say. Only thing I don't know is, why the fuck Sophia gets everything and I only get to taste the icing before it is pulled away? Huh?"

"Your sister is the key, don't think that way about her. You aren't thinking right."

"Sure, only, you love her more than me, because she came out a little smaller and later. You've always doted on her Momma, you and Daddy both."

Gabi stroked Victor's leg lightly going over where she was sure the wound was. Was he injured in an op? Why was he injured? She wondered. Gabrielle wanted to pull his lungs out of his chest and paint the plane with them.

"I love both my girls just the same Honey."

"Bull shit Momma! Let's not lie now while I'm dying okay? I'm not a little girl anymore. For once just be real. As real as a dead woman can be." Gabi thought back.

"Okay, we had to give her more attention she was more fragile than you. We still loved you. You are NOT going to die. Just find your sister and bring the cake."

"Yeah okay. I'm nearly there Momma, nearly there, but first I have to loose this fucker right here."

She leaned against "Victor's" broad chest feigning exhaustion, which was easy because really, a girl in her condition, was tired anytime the adrenaline let her down. He was on pain meds. He was limping. These things would help, in her next goals, once the stupid plane landed. For now she closed her eyes and got as much rest as she could. It wasn't sleep just rest so she would have as much energy as she needed to make good her escape. She was ready for any move he made and she knew, sooner or later he would make a move.

 

[Rockingham]

"Yes... sleep my little Sophia, sleep," Tom held her close, watching her sleep next to him. The breath inside her deep and comforting. She trusted him so, just like Sophia should. Yes, very trustworthy indeed. He could snap her neck right now.

His hand went to her neck, circling it. For a moment he wanted to just squeeze, watch the life run out of her, watch her beg for breath, beg for him. He would watch Sophia ask him to let her live, so she could serve him better.

In a moment he simply brushed his hand away, as if petting her, pretending to love her. He did though, even if she was not Sophia, he loved her because she was the next best thing. He could use her to get what he wanted, as she could use him as well.

Another ten minutes and the plane landed. Tom woke up his little Sophia with a kiss.

"Sophia," He whisped, lips sweet and tender, "Wake up. It is time for us to go."

 

[FurryFury]

Well, he seemed to think she trusted him like a dolt. Yes, he seemed to think she was going to be easy to control, easy to kill. That was good. Having your opponent underestimate you was nearly always a good thing. It made it easier to crush him when he finally had to be destroyed. Each time he said Sophia it made her see red. Made her heart contract with pain.

She felt his hand on her neck. Gabrielle could almost read his thoughts. He was thinking of killing her. "Victor" was thinking it would be so easy. He probably thought she was asleep. That he could think she'd be such a fool was almost amusing. Then again, he was injured and on drugs. Perhaps that is why he let her see his hand so blatantly. Was there any way she wouldn't find his choice of a name telling?

He had held so many cards in their little life and death game of poker but for some damn reason he had revealed too much to her. Why? Was he as tired of the spy games as she was? Or was there more layers here that she was not catching onto. If only her brain would function in the orderly fashion she felt it had before. No, now she had to rely on intuitive bursts, fits and starts that seemed to be unrelated to one another but weren't.

Oddly enough though, if she looked at all the pieces just right, they all fit together and told her the truth. It was scary but it did work. If only, she thought I had been the one born ten minutes later, how different my life would be. She wondered what Sophia looked like now. They had never looked alike, not like identical twins.

I'll bet she never lived out of garbage cans and on the street. I bet the family that adopted her were nice and rich. I bet she never lived with the sort of monsters I did. Hell I'll even bet she joined up with her cell because she wanted to do good, not because they told her she was dead to the work and could so easily be destroyed. Yeah, just ten minutes, that's all I want. She thought.

She felt his hand now on her face and hair. Good choice, not trying to choke me right then Hoss, she thought. Good damn choice, continuing to rest and feign sleep Gabi waited contingency plans racing through her head. Ten long minutes slowly went by, then he kissed her and in spite of everything she felt warmth.

"Sophia," He whispered, lips sweet and tender, "Wake up. It is time for us to go."

"Wha? Oh yeah. Thanks." She said sounding and looking out of it. She straightened her clothes and hair and got ready to go. She smiled at him like a stupid git in love and kissed him again.

 

[Rockingham]

They leaned on each other, for comfort or support Tom could not say. When he did lean on Sophia though, his limp was not so bad, and she seemed to keep up with his pace. They were borders on the keystone, keeping each other afloat for the time being. If one fell, the other would surely tumble.

Outside, he hailed a cab, got one at once. He helped her Sophia in before scampering himself.

The cab driver sped for the train station. It was another hour or so back to where Reese and that little tart were staying, and Tom hoped to be there as soon as possible. He gave a small smile to Sophia.

"I hope you don't mind. I am going deeper into the mountains I am afraid. If you want I can drop you off somewhere, Sophia, but I would rather enjoy your company this weekend."

He kissed her, long and hard, his hand going to rake over her hardened nipple, pressing through the flimsy shirt.

 

[FurryFury]

She let him take the lead. He leaned on her and she on him. Oh yes she could play the part. This role was easy because, she liked him in spite of everything. It was too bad she would most likely have to kill him soon.

"Yes of course my Victor. Nothing I'd rather do. It seems we are going the same way, how fortuitous." She said after he released her. Gabrielle had kissed him back with passion that could only be partly feigned. It must be the not knowing that was firing her up. Death being so much closer yet to her and him heightened everything.

 

[Rockingham]

"Perhaps we are going for the same reason," Tom found them a private coach on the train. Two small benches and a window to a bright crisp day outside. He shifted himself down in the seat, relaxing. The flight had been long, and half the time his ass had been lodged into a bathroom stall doorknob which hadn't been as king to him as his new found toy had.

Sophia seemed so weak, so fragile. He could only wonder, doing what she was doing. Most could not even stand, much less fuck their brains out. She had a lot of strength, and too much trust. It was a perfect combination.

"You seem so tired," He said, rubbing against the bulge still apparent in his crotch, "Perhaps you are too tired for round two?"

He watched his Sophia with sparkled interest.

 

[FurryFury]

They transferred together to the train. Gabrielle should have killed him or escaped from him by now but something held her back. She wasn't sure what it was.

She sat on a bench noting how he seemed to want to keep her so close. He was keeping tabs on her for the job or personal reasons, she couldn't be sure which, it was probably a little of both.

"Perhaps we are going for the same reason." He said.

"Really? What reason would that be?" She asked her face slanting up at him with a smile that seemed innocent and sweet. Gabi waited for his answer.

"You seem so tired," He said, rubbing against the bulge still apparent in his crotch, "Perhaps you are too tired for round two?"

"First answer my question. Then we can talk about why I seem so tired to you and why you are limping my Victor." She countered watching him rub himself.

She pulled her legs up on the bench and leaned on the window. The pane of glass felt cool on her face.

 

[Rockingham]

"I thought you knew," Tom said, his brow furrowed, looking at her for the first time. He took out his I.D. card, showing it to her. He kept his thumb over the name though, so they could keep their game going, keep up their fantasy together.

"I'm supposed to protect you. That is my assignment, to make sure nothing happens to you. No one knows why you're going after your sister, but we know you need help. That's where I come in."

A half truth was better than no truth at all. In this game, people settled for a half truth. It at least contained bits of what they needed, information that could be used, manipulated, charged against. In a world filled with lies, a half truth was nothing short of gold.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabrielle laughed a little. Looking at his ID card she nodded, not bothering to demand he move his hand so she could see his name. She had worked out who he likely was, and really it didn't matter.

"Victor? You know what? I don't believe you. I am not someone your agency should want to keep alive. I am not valuable to them and that means you are here to kill me. Now I'm guessing that you worked with my dear long lost sister and either fucked her or wanted to. So you took a little deviation in your duties didn't you? Hum? You wanted to get some back for you? What did she do to you? I bet she did something right?" She licked her lips and reached out, hooking a hand around his body, she pulled with some strength, bringing him a little closer to her.

"Want to know why I'm going to find my sister, my faux body guard ,my angry fantasy fuck, my Victor?" She whispered in his ear. Her hand now took over for his, rubbing his budge.

"Have you ever fucked someone while you chocked them or they choked you?" She whispered again her breath making heated ripples inside and across his ears.

"You and I fit together so well. Usually I have to go to the bother of training a guy to do what I like, doesn't it suck that we are supposed to try to kill one another? Maybe we should combine business with pleasure." She spoke in a normal but wry voice, her lips stroking his, nibbling for a while she pulled her face away and let him have the air to answer her questions.