Page 41 of Justified
“They are expensive and limited editions,” he spouted as he attempted to educate me on the significance of his shoes.
I shrugged.“Whatever.Listen, be safe and I’ll be in contact.”
“You be careful, okay?”
“I always am,” I reiterated.
I climbed in behind the wheel of my mean machine and pulled out of our hideout, which also had some upgraded security measures like cameras and failsafe back-ups in case the first stage of our defense was compromised.Out of all the places I’d lived, I liked this one the most.I hit the road, heading towards Nancy’s townhouse in one of the nicer areas of the city.
Since taking out Mr.Jingles, there had been four other murders committed on that site for the pleasure of these rich and over privileged bastards.I was taking names and keeping score.Some had better tech than others and Jordan had a harder time breaking through their firewalls; by the time he got close, the murder was done and they bailed.Also, we realized they didn’t come on every time the site was running.So, those were just a few obstacles we had to go through.
So far, we knew about four members.The mayor being one, and the rich asshole Mr.Jingles gave up, Richard Tate, plus two more.The two new ones were a movie producer who lived in L.A.and a prince who lived in Dubai.Neither one was going to be easy to get to.Therefore, they were moved lower on my list, but they were still on my list.Besides, they weren’t the players I wanted the most.It was the motherfuckers who were running the site that I had a hard-on for.They must have been hackers themselves because Jordan still hadn’t been able to uncover who was behind it yet.Which was why I had to do the grunt and grind leg work.I had no problem getting down and dirty with these motherfuckers.
As for Mr.Jingles, the media has been going crazy over him and his whereabouts.The media knew he had been attacked twice in his home, but didn’t have any real suspects.The bodyguard whose identity I’d assumed was absolved, since he’d been found still unconscious and naked by the police that day.I took comfort in knowing he didn’t get in trouble.The police also knew that an E.H.was behind the abduction, but that was it.
As for Mr.Jingles, he had to be stinking up the place pretty good by now.It wasn’t like I tried to hide him or my handy work.I was actually thinking about tipping the police off my damn self.I wanted him to be discovered, if only to put a jolt of fear into this sick ass murder ring.Maybe ruffle their feathers a little so they would make a mistake.People tended to fuck up when they were afraid of being caught.Even the cleverest of criminals made the right kind of errors by thinking they were too smart for the police.
I hit the expressway, making sure to keep to the speed limit even though I hated doing so.With as much horsepower as my baby had, it was a sin and a shame to domesticate it.But I didn’t need any cops pulling me over, so safe was how I played it.I made it to Nancy’s townhouse in half an hour’s time and climbed out.She probably wasn’t expecting her girlfriend tonight, but I was sure she’d be happy to see her, and that was going to get me in the door without any issues.
I stepped up to the front door and rung the bell.It took Nancy a few seconds to come, but when she did, she was smiling from ear-to-ear.“Hey, baby,” she beamed.“Come on in.”
I smiled and stepped into her home.Nancy closed the door, then whirled me around by my arm and kissed me deeply, tongue and all.It was actually only my second time kissing a female.The first time I had, I was sixteen and experimenting.It wasn’t my worst experience sexually, but it did clarify for me that I was strictly into dick.Even now, Nancy was horny.I was sure her pussy was dripping wet at the sight of me by the way she was kissing me, all possessive and shit.But my nether region had a tumbleweed blowing through that motherfucker.
She pulled back, grinning.“You sexy bitch, why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?”
“Well, I wanted to surprise you,” I said.Boy, she had no idea what a surprise this was going to be.
She smiled and pulled me in closer by my waist.Apparently, Nancy was the top in this relationship.Or butch, or whatever the fuck women called the dominant one.“Color me surprised,” she grinned.
Not yet, you aren’t.“I want to have a little fun with you tonight,” I purred, then reached into my purse and pulled out a pair of furry handcuffs, which I’d purchased for this moment.“Up for a little naughty play?”
Nancy’s brown eyes sparkled with all the lust she was feeling.“You kinky little minx,” she teased, then leaned in, kissing me again.I deserved a fucking Oscar my damn self because I was one hell of an actor, if I may say so.“Fuck yeah.I’m going to eat your pussy like pumpkin pie, baby.”
“I’m going to give you a choice,” I teased back.I had no intentions of letting her eat a fucking thing on me.I let her lead me to her bedroom where I intended to handcuff her to the bed, because that was when the real fun was going to begin.When we got there, she was all over me, snatching off my clothes and everything.She slipped her hand between my legs, stroking my pussy, and I gasped.Yeah… okay… that had felt good.
“Yeah, you like that, babe?”she asked, then licked my neck.
I didn’t know why I thought lesbians, or women in general, weren’t as horny as men… boy was I going through a learning curve!“Yeah,” I said, then pushed her on the bed.Before I let her get too damn frisky, I needed to take control of the situation.I climbed on top of her and grabbed her wrists, pinning one above her head.
“I love that you’re so kinky,” Nancy said, grinning and grinding beneath me.
I love that you’re making this so easy for me, I thought.“You look damn hot right now,” I told her instead.Anything to keep Nancy’s guard down.I handcuffed her other wrist to the bed, then moved down to her ankles, using the set of ankle bindings I’d purchased.The whole time I did this, she was getting more and more aroused.I could see her pussy juices slicking her thighs.I guessed if I was a straight man, or even a lesbian, I’d be ready to eat some pussy pie, but I wasn’t.No arousal for me.I was all business.
“You better make me cum hard after all this, Mercedes,” Nancy said, giggling.
I pulled the ball gag from my purse and sat on the bed by her head.“I’m not Mercedes,” I said, causing her to frown in confusion.
Then I put the ball gag in her mouth to keep all her screams muffled.I had a change of guy clothes in the trunk of my car along with my costume, but I thought it best to stay in this form.She was looking at me, eyes wide, and confusion and panic played on the seesaw in her mind.You could tell she didn’t know whether to believe that I wasn’t her girlfriend, or if I was her girlfriend, that I was just fucking with her.
“Nancy, your girlfriend, Mercedes, is at home, heavily sedated because I drugged her red wine.I needed to assume her identity to be able to easily infiltrate your home and get you exactly where you are.At my mercy.If you play along, I will let you live, you might even be able to avoid being tortured.”I paused and chuckled.“I’m talking about real torture here.The kind that fucks with your psyche and leaves scars.The kind where safewords don’t exist, but submission is expected.I’m very good at it, too.”
I reached over, grabbing my purse and pulling out my favorite filet knife, and her eyes grew wider.Yeah, her mind was still confused, but panic was definitely taking control.I needed her to know that I was serious about not being her girlfriend and about being a threat.So, I leaned over and she started squirming, trying to break free, but those bindings were keeping her in place.I grabbed her arm, running my finger over her smooth, delicate, and very fragrant skin.
“So soft and flawless, I almost hate to have to mar it, but I need for you to believe that I am not here to play games with you,” I said, then I aimed the blade at her skin and added a bit of pressure as I sliced her flesh.A thin red line of blood appeared over the wound.It wasn’t a deep cut, merely a scratch, but enough for her to know that this was no BDSM game.Nancy whimpered as tears started to flow from her eyes.
“I’m glad I have your attention.Now, I want to know about your employer, Mayor Cecily Danvers.She has been linked to an illegal site where murder is the game everyone is betting on, including your boss.Now, I want to know everything you know about her.This can go really easy for you.It can be painless as long as you don’t try to play me.”I leaned over her, and her eyes were wide and full of fear as she stared back up at me.“Are you going to play along?”
She nodded.I wondered if she still thought I was her girlfriend, Mercedes, but thought Mercedes was some sort of spy.
