"Ghostwriter to a Killer" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Manuel was in awe, a smile from ear to ear, his legs rubbery, when he heard Lauren...

...ascending the staircase, mumbling softly to herself. She was still naked, of course, as she casually made her way to the bed, crawled up in between her and her roomie's new lover's thighs, and dropped her head down to his crotch to begin licking and sucking at his now limp dick. She lifted her head, licked her lips, and called toward the open bathroom door, "I thought you ran out of the strawberry douche."

"I bought more yesterday!" Maddie called back. "You said its was your favorite."

She leaned down to Manuel's cock again, which was quickly becoming not limp, and continued to lick every little bit of it and his crotch, murmuring to herself, "It is."

The best fuck ever part of Lauren's bragging soon began to make itself known to the man. If Manuel had thought the former cheerleader's oral had been good, he was in for a shock with the barista. Lauren licked and sucked and fondled and repeated for upwards of twenty minutes, all the while telling Manuel, "Just relax … enjoy … it's not about the destination … it's about the journey."

Finally, when she felt that her guest was well worked up and ready for some conclusion, Lauren shifted around until she was in a near-69 over Manuel's muscular chest, her ankles under his triceps. She warned, "Don't put your mouth to me! If I feel your tongue or your lips of those wandering fingers of your anywhere near my pussy, you'll be finishing yourself off. This isn't about me."

Lauren's oral history with her roomies, as well as with both men and women before Maddie, made it possible for her to perform on Manuel for so long that by the time she began deep throating him, he was like a volcano that had been waiting a million years to erupt. Maddie had taken most of his cock into her mouth, toying its bulbous head near the back of her throat. But Lauren took his entire, full length down her gullet until her lips were without anywhere further to go.

She made full, slow movements from his base to his head and back with a consistency that had Manuel at the edge of ecstasy … but she didn't let him get all the way there! She listened to his moans, she felt his body language … and finally when she knew he was at a dangerous level, she pulled her face from his groin, threw her leg over him to sit on her knees beside him, grasped his shaft, and gave it a half dozen of so hard, quick strokes...

...and a thick thread of cum shot from his loaded weapon, out in a big arc over his belly to land like spilt glue in the little pit where his clavicles met mid-chest. Another spray of cum followed as the first was splashing down, landing on one muscular pec, then another nearby, and another, another, and another upon his six packs, getting every closer to the object that was shooting them into the air.

And all the time, both Lauren at his side and Maddie -- now drying her delicious body in the bathroom doorway -- watched the man's face for indications of just incredible this latest of orgasms must have felt. Lauren continued to pump Manuel's shaft until the last of its ejaculations made itself known, then immediately went to work licking up the mess she'd made. A moment later, there was movement on the bed, and a second tongue could be felt on the man's fit torso, lapping up the thick, salty jizm. Between them, they licked Manuel clean before Maddie used her wet bath towel to wipe him cleaner yet.

Then, indicating that his fun for the night -- which was very near to day as the sky beyond the windows was already turning red -- was at an end, they laid down on either side of Manuel, told him to go to sleep, cuddled in close to him, and pulled the covers up over them.

 

[Homerun2611]

Maddie had barely gone, when Lauren head popped up from the winding staircase, and her petite, naked body crawled out and made her way to the bed, crawling up between Manuel's legs. This night kept getting better and he had no idea to what degree. He was spent, limp to the point of being numb, but then Lauren began to live up to her self declared title. Perhaps the best fuck, perhaps not, depending on the definition. If broadened, fellatio inclusive, her assistant Kato, ie, Maddie, well, there was a very strong possibility.

Her tongue was magic, bringing his cock back like a corpse that had been cold on the slab for five minutes, perhaps his cock had made a deal with the devil. So be it, it was worth it. Suddenly she broke, and he laughed, his cock had apparently captured the essence of strawberry from the delicious pussy of Lauren's gymnast, cheerleader, contortionist roommate/lover. This was all surreal, each surprise better than the next. A dead cock turned granite hard, water to wine, scarcely less miraculous. And then, once in the desired rock hard state, the things she did, defied description, it was sustained, sexual euphoria, pure bliss. And then, as he began to pea she brought the orchestra to crescendo, she spun, and gave her the up close and personal view of the model for that masterpiece he had admired down stairs.

Everything she did was the best blowjob he had ever had, but as good as that was, as powerful and extended the climax, as she achieved optimized velocity and trajectory, using his tool to paint himself with majestic arcs of cum, splashing down across his chiseled torso. He looked at her, the dumbfounded look of a man who had just come for the fifth time, a personal best, with the last being the most intense as the show was done purely for him.

And then, with perfect timing, her partner was there, Maddie again in the house, joining Lauren, licking and swallowing his offering. As they curled into his arms, and he fell asleep, he had never felt better. He didn't acknowledge a singular moment, rather the totality of the experience. He was not trying to differentiate Space Mountain from any other ride, but the totality of the experience since Lauren had unlocked her door had lived up to the outlandish boast. He squeezed both girls, and then kissed one, then the next, "you didn't lie, this was the best fuck ever!" Both girls giggled, then he heard Lauren, "told ya! Now say goodnight Manuel."

He couldn't remember sleeping that soundly, ever, or being that satisfied, too satisfied. He woke up with a start, "Fuck what time is it?" How long had he slept? The girls were still cuddled and draped across his chest, just as he had fallen asleep, and it felt just as good. Good God, what a night! But he had to move, they had fallen asleep at 5 AM, and it was 11:30, he was supposed to be at the Four Seasons at noon, his notes prepared by mid afternoon, Jennie to arrive shortly thereafter.

He reluctantly extracted himself, "Mmmm, be a doll, take a shower if you want, we have a Keurig, just be quiet please?" both the girls had been talking a bit, and then they closed the gap he had left and their bodies intertwined, in an all to familiar and sexy manner. About to go down the stairs, he saw it, the easel was now upstairs, and there was a gorgeous erotic watercolor of Manuel with the two women! What the hell? It was of all three of them, exactly as they had slept, but if they were there, who did this?

There was no time. He passed on the shower, took them up on the coffee, and left a note in charcoal pencil. "Lauren, Maddie, thank you from the bottom of my heart and the depth of my manhood. Truly a night I will never forget. I am headed out of town Thursday night, back next week. I hope I am invited back, or can invite you out. I will be at the Cafe on Tuesday night next week, in the meantime, you know where to find me - Manuel 959-877-3205

When he finished his notes and got out of the shower, he looked in the mirror. He looked like a horse ridden hard, and put away wet, and it was shocking how true that was. When he walked uot of the bathroom Jennie was there, reading hs laptop. "Uh, hi, don't you knock or call at all?"

 

[PennySaver]

"Uh, hi, don't you knock or call at all?"

Jennie didn't look up from Manuel's laptop but instead simply lofted the key card to his room, as she had the first time he'd been naked in her presence. As with that time, she'd had an opportunity to ogle his form without his knowing: that first morning, the morning they'd met, she'd stood at the foot of his bed while he slept naked, the sheet forming over his body to reveal his fitness, his length, and his girth, though only enough for Jennie to know both were nice; and today, as she stuck her head into the bathroom door to announce she was here -- something she decided not to do -- and got a better look at him through the somewhat foggy shower door.

"I'm not happy with this part here, about the time Mister White decided to invite me into the Cabal," she said, getting right to the point. That invitation, of course, had been a kidnapping, followed by days of interrogation and generally uncomfortable treatment which, at one point, had become a beating. "You captured all the details, but … I don't really think you captured the fear and uncertainty I faced."

They talked about the incident in detail while he dressed, make coffee, and went to the door to accept the breakfast she'd ordered from room service while he washed his worn out dick with soap from the dispenser on the shower wall. He took some notes and changed some lines, but in the end Jennie still thought he was understanding the true depths of what was the first time in her life that she'd feared for her life.

"Never mind, it'll do," she said suddenly, standing and drinking down her third mug of coffee. "We have other things to discuss."

She retrieved a flash drive from her jacket, hanging over a chair in the suite's dining area. "This is a collection of names of people with whom I have had dealings over my career … victims, clients … liaisons who helped me, contacts I made … yadda yadda."

She handed him the drive, then said, "I want you to investigate these people for background. They will give the story life … make the reader understand that this isn't just a journal of killings. I want the reader to understand why I got into this job … and why, later, I was so disappointed with where it took me … to the Cabal."

Jennie threw her jacket back on and headed for the door, telling Manuel, "11pm flight out of here tonight … a car will be waiting for you downstairs. Driver has your name."

And with that, she was gone.

11pm:

"Mister Cordero?" the driver asked as he saw Manuel exiting the hotel. He opened the rear passenger door of the standard length Lincoln Towncar and informed him, "The jet is waiting and warm on the tarmac. The flight will be approximately six hours. Miss Craig is already there, eagerly awaiting your arrival."

The driver asked if Manuel wanted to put his things in the trunk or keep them with him, close the door, and curled around to take his own seat. He looked back over the seat with a smile, saying, "Relax, Mister Cordero … this won't hurt a bit."

Suddenly the door near which Manuel was sitting flew open and a man leaned in over the writer, pressing a forearm over his neck. With the tussle that proceeded, Manuel might not have even noticed the feel or sound of the jet injector pressed to his neck. It only took five seconds for the drug to hit his brain...

An indeterminate amount of time later:

Manuel was conscious for more than two hours with a black bag over his head and his torso, arms, and legs bound securely to a chair … while he listened to the torture taking place less than ten feet away. Although the victim was gagged, it was obvious that she was female by the screams against the cloth. There was the sound of fists against a face and body; the shocking snap of electricity; the flat crisp connection of flat leather against soft, bare skin … and despite all the presumed pain that was being administered, each time the person inflicting that pain asked, Where is the flash drive?, the female response into the gag sounded very much like Fuck you.

Then … there was a gun shot … and all the other noise, including the female's whimpering, came to an end. A moment later, the hood was ripped from Manuel's head to reveal the badly beaten, badly singed, badly cut, and -- with an obvious wound to its temple -- the now deceased body of his former employer, Jennifer Craig. Her wrists were tied to the chair's arm rests much as Manuel's were to his own chair; her knees and ankles were tied to the seat and chair legs respectively; she was naked, her firm breasts and displayed sex showing evidence of the punishment she'd taken, including blood from a series of shallow cuts made to her bosom and belly that had resulted in streams of red running down her body to between her thighs and over her bared groin and labia.

One of the big brutes taking part of the torture grabbed the back of Jennie's chair, tilted it to its back feet, and drug it with this nails-on-a-chalkboard annoying metal-on-concrete sound out of this room and into the adjacent one. Once there, he simply let the chair fall onto its backside; Jennie's limp body bounced somewhat, leaving her in an awkward position.

"Now, let's start this over again, shall we, Mister Cordero?" a second man said in an almost polite tone as he came around to face Manuel. After the body-disposing brute returned, reared back, and slapped the shit out of the tied up writer, the other man asked, "Where's the flash drive?"

 

[Homerun2611]

IC: Manuel Cordero

Manuel had thought nothing of what was happening, quite to the contrary, things were going exactly as he had anticipated. He had enjoyed the discussion with Jennie, her bringing him closer to the anxiety and fear she had felt with the cabal. In hindsight he knew he should have been able to pick that up, and likely would have if his interviewing style was different.

He tended not to interrupt on the interviewees first walk through, experience had taught him that was counter productive. If he asked follow ups, got caught up in the emotion of the moment, huge and material facts were often forgotten. Instead he encouraged stream of consciousness, getting all the key facts in place. He had fully intended to come back to this moment, this and several others, likely more than once. When he did, he would try to drain the emotion, tension and feelings of those moments. Those discussions were draining, and most interviews broke after the intense exchange to regroup, both of them. Little did he know, he and Jenne would never get the chance beyond this session for any follow ups.

Getting in the car, he had been doing a quick inventory, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He had his PC, the flash drive was now securely downloaded in the encryption protected computer. The flash drive itself was at the Four Season's, nope it was after 5 PM, it was in some Fed Ex handler's possession, on its way to join his cell phone and computer in the Post Office Box he had waiting for him at home. Typically he would have just kept the flash drive, but he had been afraid of a maid inadvertently cleaning up and throwing it away. He also knew the information was important, and if something did happen to this ultra high security PC he was carrying, he wasn't sure if Jennie could easily recreate it.

He had been oblivious, first smiling at the driver, and then being taken and drugged with ruthless efficiency. Maybe he was still in a multi orgasmic stupor, but he barely resisted, he was more lover, than fighter anyhow, and these guys were good. So good in fact, that the eyes of Raul Menendez at first didn't realize anything was wrong. He was watching, when a man suddenly appeared, and it wasn't until he saw the man slip the jet injector syringe back in his pocket did he know, and soon he was on his own super encrypted phone calling Coumbia.

"Pablo, it is Raul, the kid has a problem. Yeah, I'm not sure, but you don't drug someone for their benefit....yeah, I told you the girl mentioned the cabal on Tuesday...yeah...I will follow them....but fuck boss...I thought we were just worried about the DEA hassling him....these mother fucker's are legit!"

Raul was very good...and took some chances whee he could have lost them, but didn't, he wanted nothing to do with the mother fucking cabal!

Manuel heard the tortue, smiled at Jennies replies, it was either that or cry. She was so brave, so tough, but her resistance was futile...she is a tough little bitch...and he liked her, quite a bit. It surprised him really, she was a killer...but sort of the Robinhood of hit men, hit women as it were. And of course the fact she was hot, and he latino...well there was that! His skin crawled at every lash, every scream, every stench of burning flesh. The shot was ear piecing and it reverberated in the room and body. Had they killed her...from the sounds he knew the answer, and he was suddenly nauseous. Not for his safety, which he should have been, but for her loss. The only sliver lining being she was terminally ill. Then his hood pulled off, and he was under the bright lights, next man on stage.

Suddenly there was a new voice in the rooom, he squinted at the bright light. He heard the woman, "Nice cock, he's a pretty one..." They all laughed, and as he looked down he saw his large flaccid cock being lifted on the flat edge of an exceedingly large knife. He was naked, and then he looked to his left and saw Jennie's lifeless body, and a tear, then a second rolled down his cheek. "He's sensitive too, he isn't going to like the entertainment we have planned." The men spoke with heavy eastern European accidents, the woman's voice was sexy, a bit Kathleen Turner like in Body Heat. Interesting observation to make from someone about to tortue you, and quite likely kill you.

The brute was back, this wasn’t Manuel’s first interrogation, but this was brutal. The electrical nodes were attached to his testicles, a knife at his throat. The tip of a second knife drew blood from his nipple. Again, Kathleen Turner spoke, fuck he wished he could see her! “Do what you want, just not the face or cock, at least until I say so...he is too pretty!”

Over the next half hour he was punched, cut, shocked and water boarded. “ I don’t have the fucking thing, ipI destroyed it! He lied for the umpteenth time. However, why he did, he wasn’t sure. For if he didn’t give them what they wanted, he surely wasn’t leaving alive...

 

[PennySaver]

The punches to the abdomen were designed for maximum pain but limited long term effect; Manuel's organs were spared any lasting damage, although, he was unable to retain control over his bladder, and a puddle of urine pooled between his thighs and the edge of the chair. One of the interrogators laughed about it, got himself slapped, and then punched his victim again even harder seeing how he couldn't punch the person disciplining him.

The cuts were made with a less than razor-sharp knife, once again designed for maximum pain. Nothing hurt more than having a dull blade sliced across the skin, but as they were, the cuts were only deep enough to draw enough blood for emphasis of the torture.

It was the electrical nodes attached to his testicles that induced the greatest pain probably. A male's manhood was one of the most sensitive parts of him, the very reason that once a male learned to masturbate, they often continued to do so through life, even when they had a partner -- male, female, both -- to cause them pleasure. The Kathleen Turner leader, though, had that particular punishment ceased, though, after just a few jolts through them.

"We wouldn't want to cause that beautiful prick any permanent damage, would we?" she asked from so near behind and to Manuel's left that she surely had a clear view of his cock sitting high in his crotch. When it became obvious that it was going to take more severe measures to get from him what they wanted, the woman told the men, "Take a break. I think our friend needs a few moments to reassess his options … before we take this to the next level."

The two men who'd been inflicting the damage set aside their knives and remote control power boxes and headed for the door through which Jennie's lifeless body had been taken, while behind Manuel the woman was still talking softly to him about how he didn't need to hold out any more … that if only he would give up the flash drive, the encryption codes for the laptop, and the password for the phone--

No sooner had the two brutes passed into the next room then the sound of rapidly fired bullets leaving a sound suppressed 9mm pistol echoed from wall to wall of the little outer room. One of the two men had still been standing in the doorway; blood and brain matter splattered out his back side and a multitude of bullets entered his frontside. As he was falling back out of sight, the second man was falling forward, atop Jennie's corpse...

...only...

...a moment later, Jennifer Craig peeked around the door, then stepped into it with her weapon seemingly pointed at Manuel Cordero. She pulled the trigger three times in quick succession … and behind the beat up writer came the sound of a body hitting the ground. Jennie rushed forward, her pistol with its silencer still aimed ahead. She passed right by Manuel, checked the body, checked a door, and returned.

She just reached her ghost when the light spilling in from the open door was shaded by someone entering it. Jennie looked to see another of the Cabal's men leveling an automatic rifle her way. She gave Manuel a shove, sending him -- still in the chair -- tumbling to the floor just as she herself dove the other direction. The noise from the non-suppressed weapon was deafening as it very quickly send the first of dozen or more bullets Jennie's way.

Her leap and roll to the side wasn't simply to get out of the trajectory of the bullets, though; when she came up to a squat, she snatched up the big knife sitting on the little rolling cart and whipped it through the air. It very easily entered the man's throat, right above his clavicle. He man's face instantly filled with the shock of pain, he jerked about a bit -- more bullets were fired because of his contracting trigger finger -- and he stumbled backwards, his blood spraying all about the doorway and floors on both sides of it.

As the man was dying, Jennie was running to the hall to look for other Cabal thugs she might have missed. She thought she'd gotten all 16 of them outside, but like cockroaches, if you missed one, you missed more. She snatched up the man's gun and disappeared; sporadic gunfire continued for a couple of minutes, then finally silence, then finally Jennie's return to Manuel.

"Manny … Manny!" she said in a panicked tone as she used yet another knife to cut loose the ropes holding him to the spilt over chair. He was conscious and he seemed to still have some control over his limbs. She began trying to get him to his feet, telling him, "We have to go. More of'em will be coming. This is their town, and we aren't welcome here."

 

[Homerun2611]

IC: Manuel Cordero

Manuel wasn't sure how much longer he would last. Pissing himself had been humiliating, but no man who was being shocked via his testicles could have withstood it any better. The punches and cuts hurt, none so awful individually, but collectively they took their toll. Waterboarding, he had heard about, knew it was supposed to be horrific, make you feel you were dying, and now he knew, it was every bit as bad, if not worse than advertised.

For the first time in his life, he cursed himself for being in such good physical condition. He had been a star soccer midfielder, and still played in a very competitive mexican league with several former pros. He was used to basically sprinting seven or more miles while on the pitch, and so endurance came easy, and therefore rather than passing out, his body could endure great punishment.

He was consumed by fear, exhaustion and uncertainty. When would his body give up, or when would they and just kill him. Why didn't he give them what they wanted? He wasn't even sure. Pride, ethics, machismo, or did he realize he was going to die anyway, and he could at least go out with valor. His father had told him as he grew up playing sports, "Leave with your shield or on it!" Yes it was a bit dramatic for AYSO soccer and a six year old, but personal pride ran thick in his veins, and if this was it, he was going out like a man, albeit a man who had just pissed himself, with defication likely not far behind.

His only reprieve was the sexual admiration of Kathleen Turner, "We wouldn't want to cause that beautiful prick any permanent damage, would we?" This halted the jolts to his balls, and the bladder issues, although his cock still buzzed and was semi hard. He was not aroused, but she apparently was, and his cock was now his primary source of salvation. He heard her again in his ear, "Take a break. I think our friend needs a few moments to reassess his options … before we take this to the next level." Manuel let out a deep breath and tried to regroup, he watched the men shuffle out, listened to her good cop whispers...and then the action started.

Pop, pop, pop....he heard the muffled shots, moans and thudding of bodies. They were under attack, or was he being saved, or could there possibly be someone(s) even worse? Suddenly, she was in the door, "Jennie, what the fuck?"..." and she was aiming at him, he panicked, "...no...don't...I haven't talked..." Pop, pop, and he felt the bullet buzz by, barely missing his ear, but clearly finding its target in the individual who had just been trying to coerce or was it seduce him?

He was so disoriented, in pain, adrenaline rushing suddenly, he wrote about shit like this, he had no desire to live it, NONE!!! Jennie moved with the grace and speed of a world class gymnast, or Bolshoi ballerina. Checking the body. Measure twice, cut once, but she knew, Jennifer Craig didn't miss. She was as impressive as she was fierce, and apparently resurrected. Or, who was the dead Jenny, not exactly a job anyone would volunteer for?

Manuel saw the new man, at the same moment as Jennie, but her reactions were amazing, his were not. Suddenly he was tumbling, luckily his knees and shoulder took the force of the concrete floor and not his head. It hurt, but could have been worse. He looked up and saw the knife fly into the man's throat, watched his spasming, final shots ricochet off the ceiling and walls, and suddenly felt Jennie at his side releasing him. He had a million questions, but she didn't even have to say, He already knew that. "My legs are shaky, and I have lost some blood, so I am a little light headed, but I can move." Realizing he was still naked, he saw his clothes in a small heap, next to his rifled through bag and backpack.

He had to move quick and did, tossing his disheveled shit back in his duffel, which he took, while Jennie grabbed the backpack with the encrypted, secure PC. She tried to help him, but he waved her off. Blood was seeping through his clothes for the cuts, and he knew he wouldn't last long, but for a very short period, he could move fast. Limping, with an odd gate, he move shockingly fast, letting her lead the way, holding her hand. Three minutes later, she found a car, a beat up old Accord, and hot wired it. He took inventory on his wounds. "I need some antiseptic, gauze and tape...ice would help too." She pulled into a CVS, and was back in two minutes...Manny passed out shortly after, and when he woke up, his shirt and pants were off, and he felt the sting of Jennie stitching up one of the wounds. "Where are we? What the fuck happened? God, I am glad to see you!"

 

[PennySaver]

"Where are we? What the fuck happened?"

"We're safe, Manny," Jennie said without looking up from her work, threading a needle in and out of skin of his belly, just below one muscular pec. "We're just a bit outside of Quitovac..."

She saw in Manuel's face a lack of recognition and clarified, "...about 15 miles south of the U.S./Mexico border … halfway between Nogales and the Sea of Cortez. You probably know it better as the Gulf of California."

Jennie was just playing with Manuel at that point, hoping some comical levity might help with the pain. "I shot you up with some morphine and anti-biotics, but I didn't have a local … so … that's why it's hurting."

She reached for an open bottle of Tequila, offering it to him. "This'll help."

Whether he took it or not, Jennie took a big swig before and after, then resumed her work on him.

"God, I am glad to see you!" he said.

"I'm glad to see you again, too," Jennie agreed. She leaned down to his chest and bit the thread, telling him, "Last one."

She wetted a cotton from an unlabeled bottle of antiseptic and dabbed at each of the wounds again, then set to bandaging them. When she was done, she sat him up and helped into a new, clean cotton wife beater tee shirt, to protect the bandages she told him.

She began serving up the fresh foods she bought from the only store in the little town of about 20 structures, half of which were residences. Only then was Jennie ready to talk to Manuel about what happened. She'd learned that the driver she'd sent had been murdered; she made some calls and found out that the Cabal had learned of her location, which likely meant they'd learned of Manuel; then clue after clue -- some discovered using threat or violence or both -- led her to a Nogales safe house, "Where I found you sitting around naked with another woman, rather than doing your job."

She retrieved his backpack from a nearby chair, pulled out the laptop, and set it on the tiny desk. "Got this back, thankfully. Do you, um … do you want to talk about what happened, or … do you want to forget about it and move on? I can guarantee you, this won't happen again. I, um … well, after I found you -- you've been out for two days, by the way -- after that, I made some calls … and I made a deal … so, no one's coming after us."

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny could feel the morphine and he was definitely groggy. But what she was saying, seemed to make no sense, and he did not like the sensation of losing time. "Mexico, we are in fucking Mexico???" He didn't laugh at her joke, nothing about this was funny. Here he was getting stitched up in a town whose water was probably some sort of biology experiment gone wrong, being stitched up by his amateur Florence Nightingale. He took the tequila, and took a swig. It was really smoothe, he looked at the bottle, it was Gran Patron Piedra. Manny liked tequila, studied it a bit, and he knew the extra aged anejo was about as good and as expensive as it got. This little girl didn't fuck around...now that brought a smile.

"Ouch!" he grimaced as the needle agan pierced his skin, he didn't want to complain, she had saved his life, of course she was also why he was in danger. He let her finish, taking a few more swigs of the premium tequila and letting it mix nicely with the morphine. She was very business like, and as she went about her work, he tried to piece together what he could remember.

He ate a little, his stomach was still unsettled to say the least, and he listened to her talk. He shook his head, "NO...I don't want to forget about it, I want to know everything. When you found me, I was in Nogales? How did I get...How did you find...?" So many questions. "So that was the cabal, I figured as much. But they killed you, killed someone? Who was that? If it wasn't you, it sure as hell looked like you. Same hair same sexy....uh, body? The face was all bloody, but...who was that? Did you know my torturers?" He stopped and thought a minute.

When we walked out, before I passed out, I assumed we were in Seattle somewhere, all those warehouses, didn't we go to a drugstore, steal a car?" He was woozy, but his head was clearing a bit. "Jenny, no, I don't want to skip over it, I want to know where I was, how you found me, and what the fuck you promised to make us safe? ...Yoo know I never signed up for this...but, now that I am here, I am not backing away...but I don't want to gloss over anything..."

He could feel some anger boiling within him, that shit had gotten personal, "I want to know what happened, and who else might be looking for you?"

 

[PennySaver]

"NO...I don't want to forget about it," Manny countered when Jennie tried to brush off what had just happened to him. "I want to know everything."

She cleaned up the bloody mess, tossing all of the blood covered textiles in the trash, along with some of the tools of the first aid job that would no longer be needed. She left the anti-biotics and morphine out handy, along with some less powerful and yet still effective pain killers. Just for the help of it, she popped one in her mouth and swallowed it down after snatching the Tequila.

"Now's not the time, Manny," she told him, handing him the bottle back. "You're not going to remember much of what I say 'cause of the drugs and the alcohol that nine out of ten doctors would say you shouldn't be drinking with morphine … the tenth being that one out of ten docs who self medicate."

After he'd taken another swig, Jennie took the bottle again, drew on it, set it aside, and -- as forcibly as he made it -- settled him back into the less than comfortable bed. Shaking the bottle of pill type morphine at him, she said, "You have to rest … and if you fight me on this, I'll shove enough of this down your throat to put you in a coma for a week … so, lay back, close your eyes, go to sleep … I'm not going anywhere … nor are the details about which you are asking."

76 hours later:

The sun was just falling behind the rocky hills to the west when the door behind Jessie opened and Manny made his way out, wrapped in a blanket; it had been so hot -- the nighttime low had been 74 and the day time high 98 -- and the tiny air conditioner unit had been pumping out cold only half the time it was on, so Jennie had just left the man laying there in his underwear for three days.

"Need to pee again?" she asked, not with humor but with a serious and somewhat empathetic tone.

In addition to checking his wounds and bandages all this time, Jennie had been helping Manny get to the outhouse situation some 30 yards away down a dirt path. She hadn't had to help him actually do the deed, thankfully, not that getting another look at that above average cock of his wouldn't have been a benefit of being his nurse all this time.

"It's been six days, and you need a bath, Manny … seriously," she said in that same non-comical tone. "Your wounds are healed enough to get some air … so … I think I should remove the bandages and give you something a little more substantial than that half assed sponge bath I've been doing."

She was sitting in an old wooden rocking chair in the little bit of shade provided by an old dead tree, and looking back over her shoulder she finished with, "Unless you're too modest to be naked in front of your nurse."

 

[Homerun2611]

There were ups and downs, even moments that Manny thought he might still die. At first Jennie refused to answer his questions, she was right he wouldn't have remembered anyway, hell he passed out again almost immediately after asking.

Fevers came, and broke, delirium came, and left, but every minute he had consciousness, she was vigilantly watching, cleaning and redressing wounds, forcing water and then food down his throat. He did appreciate it and now that consciousness was a constant he looked at her. "I do appreciate how you have cared for me...I really do." The next two days he still slept a lot, waking for drinks, minimal food, and the adventure that was the outhouse runs, at least initially runs, being the operative word.

But by the third day he was awake, the sixth overall, he and his system were coming back to normal. And before she ever said anything he knew he was ripe. "It's been six days, and you need a bath, Manny … seriously," she said in that same non-comical tone. "Your wounds are healed enough to get some air … so … I think I should remove the bandages and give you something a little more substantial than that half assed sponge bath I've been doing...Unless you're too modest to be naked in front of your nurse." Manny smiled, " When you got it flaunt it right..." He tried to make a joke that seemed to fall flat, "...Seriously Jennie, I don't have any secrets left...I'd appreciate your help." There was a public shower, down the block, and when they walked in together, he was surprised when she stripped down naked as well. While it wasn't sexual, it was intimate, as she carefully washed over his stitches, and he washed her back and admired her tight, perfectly rounded ass. "Would you like me to do your hair...I mean you have cared enough for me, I'd like to return the favor."

By the night of the seventh, he was famished, and some tequila to take the edge off the still reverberating pain from his wounds would be appreciated. It was finally a cool night, cold actually as only the thin desert air can sometime muster. Earlier that day, a sweet little Mexican girl, probably in her early teens, if that, had come by with a cart filled with fresh food, and bottles of tequila. You have to love Mexico! She was cute, a small cart, a bright pink mexican dress. For Jenni and Manuel her offering was a veritable feast compared to their recent diet. Jennie gave her $50 American for everything and they planned their night

Manuel used his scouting background, to build a fire to grill the food and vegetables for the impromptu fajitas. The one thing they had in this town was tortillas, corn, flour, fresh and delicious. He was just taking a bite when he looked at her, looking at him. She was beautiful in the light of the campfire, maybe he was healthier, as for the first time since the night with Lauren and Maddie, he was getting hard. Given the electrodes, it was a welcome relief. He swallowed his bite, and poured them each a glass of tequila and handed her one of their slices of lime, and the salt. "So, I say we enjoy a drink or two...and then let's start from the beginning, can we...who was that girl, was she really killed? Fuck I thought it was you...."

 

[PennySaver]

When they reached the public shower, Jennie helped Manny out of his clothes, slowly and carefully. He had healed remarkably well, but he was still stiff and soar from six days of her not letting him move about except for his occasional walks to the outhouse or to the chairs out around the unused fire pit. When he was down to his underwear, Jennie simply pulled the front of them carefully out over his cock, then reached to his hips and continued lowering them. She didn't directly look at his cock, though, most people would have thought curiosity would demand it. But then, she'd already seen it up close and personal that first day when he'd been unconscious and she'd checked it for serious damage from the torture.

"The water's not the hottest," Jennie told him as she urged him away from the bench where his clothes were and under the weak but steady stream. "but its more than enough for comfort"

With his back to her, Jennie didn't hesitate to begin stripping herself. Manny was naked in front of her, so … why shouldn't she be in front of him? Besides, her suspicions that first morning about one day being romantically involved with Manny had evolved into a certainty that they would fuck sooner than later. She'd simply been waiting for his body to heal enough to enjoy the encounter.

He turned to wet his back and got his first look at Jennie topless. She peeled her bow shorts off as well, setting them atop her clothes. Turning to him, she revealed herself as being clean of hair at the meeting of her thighs, something she'd taken care of the night before right there in their little one room cabin while Manny had once again been out cold on pain killers.

"Get back to your shower," she said playfully as she approached him and waggled an impatient finger at him. "There's not enough water for you to be dawdling, and besides … I'm not naked for you … I'm naked for me. I'm in fear of getting a bit ripe, too."

Jennie turned Manny back to the water and set about gently running a soapy washrag all about his backside. She began up high, working her way down; she didn't hesitate to caress the cloth over his muscular bum and in between his thighs, even making some incidental contact to his dangling sack. But she didn't overtly try to stimulate him in any way.

Turning him, Jennie did the same for his front side, carefully washing and rinsing his face without getting the primitive, locally made soap in his eyes before continuing down his body, taking great care around his wounds, from which she had already removed the bandages.

She had already wrapped her hands to the front of his legs when she was behind him, so she didn't have to drop to her knees right before his semi-hardened cock. Instead, she looked into Manny's eyes, pressed the cloth into his hands, and told him with a devilish smirk, "Clean your own cock, ghost."

While he did that, Jennie retrieved a fresh wash rag and two little plastic bottles from her purse. She laughed when he asked what they were. "This is Tea Tree body lotion soap, and this is … well, I don't know the brand, but its shampoo. You don't think I'm gonna use that local crap on my skin, do you? It's probably made of sheep or goat fat or some weird mud from a local bubbling hot spring."

She laughed as she lathered up the rag and began running it all over her body. Jennie didn't look to Manny as she washed herself, but she knew he was watching her run the cloth over her shoulders, down her arms, all about her bosom and belly and buttocks and finally between her thighs.

"Would you like me to do your hair?" Manny asked when she gestured him out of the streaming water. "I mean you have cared enough for me, I'd like to return the favor."

She rinsed her body off, turned her back to Manny, and handed him the second bottle. "It doesn't take much. It's pure."

Jennie turned to the streaming water, let her head fall back, and enjoyed the cascading water as it fell down upon her front side. She put her hands upon the cinder block wall and simply enjoyed the feel of the man running his hands through her scapula length hair. It had been a long time since a man had done this for her while she was naked under a delicious hot shower, although, to be honest, a woman had done so only a few months earlier. She didn't want it to end any time soon.

Manny didn't seem to be in a hurry doing so either. He washed it twice, claiming the first hadn't gotten out all the desert dust and natural body oil. Even when he did finish the second time, Jennie let her head fall back even farther, telling him with an almost erotic tone, "Massage my scalp, will you? It feels so good … thank you."

Jennie realized that her body language was beginning to become erotic, and she realized that she was getting very close to simply turning toward Manny and taking him right here … when she was saved by the sudden realization that the hot water had run out and she was standing under a quickly cooling stream.

"We're done here," she said with finality. She turned to get her town without really even facing Manny; Jennie was afraid she might see him stiffened and feel obligated to attack him. She tossed him one of the two old, raggedy, but still functional towels from the cabin. "Get dry, and I'll help you dress again."

She waited until she herself was fully dressed before she turned to help Manny. He'd somehow gotten into a pair of clean boxers she'd bought from the little Mercantil in town, so she didn't have to look at anymore of his cock than the bulge of it pressing against the soft cotton.

They took the short, block and a half walk back to the cabin, along the way halting for Jennie to speak to a little girl sitting outside the mercantile. Manny carefully put together a fire in the previously cold pit, and as the flames were starting to flicker into the cold night, the little girl arrived with fresh food, tequila, and a little something extra that Jennie kept to herself. She paid the girl handsomely before she departed, and after the two of them got into their meal, Manny asked the questions he'd been anxiously asking to have answered.

"Let's start from the beginning, can we...? Who was that girl, was she really killed? Fuck I thought it was you."

"I'm not sure how to tell you this part of my story, Manny," Jennie said after contemplating her answer for a moment. "I could tell it to you in a way that makes me look like the big hero, swooping in like some Avenger to save the day … to save you..."

Jennie downed another shot of the Tequila, refilling both her glass and Manny's before continuing, "Or … I could tell you the truth."

(OOC: I am posting another reply in about 30 minutes. I have to step away for a moment, and I just thought you might want something to read while I was gone.)

 

[PennySaver]

Manny didn't have to tell Jennie he wanted the truth; it was in his expression. She finished another shot, refilled the glass, and began.

"I knew the Cabal was onto me … onto us. I wasn't sure whether or not they knew my location … if they'd found me. Looking at Seattle was probably a gimme, now that I think about it. I had, um … I had let it be known that I was going to tell me story … that I was looking to expose the truth … so … I should have known they'd be looking for me there, seeing how that's where it all started.

"Thinking there might have been a chance they had found me, I made some arrangements. There was a woman I knew, in Denver. She'd acted as body double for me a couple of times … helping me in situations where I needed to be in two places at one time. She'd been a great help to me on a number of occasions … then … she betrayed me. She got caught up in a drug deal gone wrong and tried to sell my identity to the Feds. Thankfully, she didn't have my true identity, so … all they got was my stash house and my fingerprints, which didn't do them any good because I'd never been printed before, 'cept for those Amber Alert, protect your children preparation things they used to do for you in elementary school, and those are kept by your parents, not given to the Authorities for their data bases.

"Anyway, point is … I knew she'd turned me in, but she didn't know I knew. I had flown out to Denver the night you had your romp with Barista and Cheerleader Barbie … yeah, I know all about that … and picked up Charlene … and when I got back here, I made sure that we were seen sitting together in an outdoor coffee shop … where I passed her a flash drive and told her to take it to the cops. I told her then that I knew she had turned on me … that I was terminally ill … that I wanted to turn State's … and that I'd left her half a million dollars in my hotel room for what she'd been through because of me.

"That's where they snatched her," Jennie said without a hint of regret. She dunked another round of Tequila and went on, "I was still certain they knew nothing about you … but … Manny I'm sorry, if I had believed you were in danger, I would have alerted you, I mean that."

She stood and moved to stand closer to the fire, just a bit out of the line between it and Manny. She was wearing only her panties and a thin, loose fitting cotton dress with a waist tie that she'd undone earlier for comfort. The effect was that the fire silhouetted her shapely form, giving her the appearance from Manny's point of view of seeming almost naked before him.

"I came for you as fast as I could," she continued. "I wouldn't have let them hurt you like that on purpose."

She didn't say she'd come for him and Charlene, but would he notice? Would he care? Probably; he wasn't the cold hearted bastard -- bitch? -- that Jennifer Craig, professional assassin, could be when she'd been double crossed. Jennie had known there was a good chance the other woman would be killed or at the least seriously harmed when her captors asked for the flash drive, she told them it was in her purse, and they found that it wasn't … because Jennie had picked it out of said purse as she was hugging Charlene, telling her it was good to be working with her again.

"I'm cold," she said out of nowhere, turning to face Manny. The fire behind her emphasized her narrow waist and hinted at the folds of womanly flesh at the meeting of her thighs. "I'm going in."

Without response from him, Jennie grabbed up the bottle and headed inside. For the last week, she'd been sleeping on a ratty old couch with a relatively clean bedding set on it, to give her injured patient the totality of the small twin bed. Tonight, though, Jennie pulled her dress up over her head, dropped it to the floor, and slipped under the covers of the bed.

"I'm not ready for us to be lovers, Manny, but..." she began when he entered the room, "...maybe we could just sleep beside each other tonight?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Even though it was just washing her hair, for Manny it felt good to do something for Jennie, and her thick, dark hair felt good as he ran his fingers through it over and over. He had also allowed himself to enjoy the view of her body. He had always been strongly attracted to petite, fit women, and Jennie was fit, and sexy. But it was more comfort than sexual, maybe it was because he was still healing, or maybe he was beginning to care for her so strongly as a friend and companion, it was suppressing his natural libido.

Cooking up the food over the grill had been fun, a sense of normalcy, however, Jennie's thin cotton dress, made him rethink his thoughts about them being stuck in the friend zone. He was finally feeling a bit full when she began to fill in the details. He was curious about Charlene. How much money would someone need to be a body double for a professional killer? Really, other than being a decoy, what other purpose could she serve. And if that was the goal, and she were truly good at her job, she was in as much or more danger than Jennie, with no where the same capacity to defend herself.

However, it did make sense in terms of the girl. He thought back to yesterday, seeing Jennie naked in the shower, and the dead corpse he had seen in the chair. There bodies and key facial features, as best he could remember, were identical. It wasn't worth asking, when he heard the girl had double crossed Jennie, he knew she likely had no regrets. "Just so you know, I hear most of her interrogation, and she was tough. Maybe she learned from the first time, but she could have denied you, tried to convince them she was a stand in...and she never did. At the time I thought it was you, but looking back on it, given the circumstances, it is pretty exceptional really."

He ate some more. "I know you would have warned me, and even though it was reactionary, you did risk your life to save mine....Jennie, I know I have chosen a very risky territory for my writing. Given my interviews, I am probably lucky this didn't happen earlier. But I will admit, I was scared shitless..." Suddenly he remembered pissing himself and he was embarrassed. "...I don't want to experience that again. When we are done with this...I may take a hard look at where my career is going."

They were near done, but he had two final questions. "So, have you been or have you had me followed? How did you know about Lauren and Maddie?" He used the proper names who had provided him such an amazing night of pleasure. "...and, how exactly are we safe now? I thought you had a few groups following you...is there anyone else I need to worry about other than the cabal?"

They drank some more, and Manny was getting cold too, but it was just the night air, and not a return of the fevers. Jennie's silhouette looked incredible outlined by the firelight, so he did not disagree when she announced, "I'm cold...I'm going in." He was ready for bed as well, they were full and had enjoyed nearly a half bottle of the tequila. No, it was what happened next that surprised him, watching her peel off her dress and hop into his bed, were they changing spots now that he was recovering, it seemed fair, but, "I'm not ready for us to be lovers, Manny, but..." she began when he entered the room, "...maybe we could just sleep beside each other tonight?"

Manny smiled. "That would actually be nice..." He took off his jeans, and then his t-shirt and boxers, and then looked at her, "I always sleep naked, is that a problem?" He slid into the bed next to Jennie, raising his arm so she could rest her head on his chest. It did feel good, curling p together, now running his one hand through her hair, the other petting/tickling her back. "Jennie, I want you to know, even through all of this...I am happy I took the job, I am glad you chose me to tell your story, but more than anything, I am glad I have gotten the chance to know you!"

 

[PennySaver]

Unlike in the shower, when she hadn't intentionally gazed upon his naked body, Jennie watched Manny intentionally and conspicuously as she stripped to his bare skin.

"I always sleep naked, is that a problem?"

She only waggled an anxious hand at him, encouraging him to come to bed. He slid in next to Jennie, and she carefully cuddled up next to him; he was warm and comforting and inviting ... maybe too much so, but Jennie was determined that they would pass this night without becoming sexual with one another.

After they'd gotten comfortable, Manny told her with a genuine tone, "Jennie, I want you to know, even through all of this...I am happy I took the job, I am glad you chose me to tell your story, but more than anything, I am glad I have gotten the chance to know you!"

"Me, too," she responded simply and softly, caressing a hand over his torso to add to her answer. In the dark, as he'd undressed, the light hadn't shone down well upon his groin, so she hadn't been able to tell whether he was limp or hard or somewhere in between. Laying here in the bed now, with the left side of her face pressed against his chest -- she picked this side to avoid the multiple cuts on the other -- she could see how the tent in the bedding over his groin. She ever so gently caressed a finger tip over one of the slowly fading bruises atop his rib cage that had been giving him problems and asked, "This is the one that still hurts, right?"

When he acknowledged her with an affirmative answer, she poked it hard, causing him to cry out in pain. Looking up into his contorted face, Jennie smiled and said, "Just a reminder that I can do more harm to your cock than they did … if you don't keep that thing to yourself tonight."

She laid her head back down upon his chest and -- though she didn't mean to -- giggled to herself. Then, just as he was caressing her back, she began caressing his chest, just lightly with a single fingertip. After a few minutes of realizing that she wasn't yet sleepy enough to actually go to sleep, she contemplated a question he'd asked earlier in the evening, an inquiry he'd let slide after another one of those tale for another day expressions that he'd been seeing a great deal.

"There is a man in Chicago named Harvey Wittenburg," she began talking quietly. "He is an Alderman … sort of a City Councilman … and for the last two decades he has been supplementing his income as a politician and small businessman by laundering drug money for the Cabal. It was recently discovered that he's been skimming money … a lot of money … almost $130 million dollars."

Jennie hesitated a moment to allow Manny to imagine what was coming. He was no idiot; he would know. "The Cabal told me that if I took care of this for them … including finding the accounts in which this money is hidden … they would forget you ever existed … and, surprisingly … they said they would even let you finish and publish your book, so long as no current members of the Cabal's Council … the big dogs at the top … so long as their names were not disclosed."

Again she paused for a moment, then finished, "I told them I would take the job … and I told them that you would find a way to protect the identities of those men."

 

[Homerun2611]

She didn't flinch, he didn't expect her to, the word might not even be in her vocabulary. Instead, with a certain devilish look, and the crook of her finger, she answered by inviting him in. So, with cock ever so quickly hardening, he slid in next to her and carefully felt her curl, but most definitely curl in and embrace him. His hand played, and lightly tickled her back, even getting perilously close to the curve of her ass, and just thinking about that now had him at full erection.

First she acknowledged their mutual relationship, daresay friendship, and he smiled, she was a tough little emotional nut to crack. Truth be told, so was he. Oh, he was charming, and a flirt, he knew the words to excite and bait the hook, close the deal, and bed the girl. But honest emotion and feeling, rare, but he felt it here and thus those silky words, so well practiced, were not used here, he legitimately cared too much. Perhaps that made one of them.

Her soft caress turned into a stinging, and pointed attack. "Just a reminder that I can do more harm to your cock than they did … if you don't keep that thing to yourself tonight." He was hurt and a bit offended, they had shared a moment of caring, and she drove a spike in it. He knew it was a defense mechanism, but a girl could be soft and tough, it only made her all the more intriguing and sexy. His answer was brief. "I have never forced myself on anyone, I don't have to...I thought I had made that as clear earlier, as you had that you have no interest in me, that way. I haven't changed, my morals, are you changing your preferences?"

Yet, after that exchange, they both belied their words a bit, unable to avoid gently caressing, caressingly one could describe as lovingly. He finally asked, "Why? Do you ever trust anyone, let anyone get really close. I like you, more than really like you, you don't have to push me away. You don't have to fuck me, but you also don't have to build fences, you know it is okay to have someone legitimately care for you, right? For you to care back? You're 30 years old, may not see 31, I hope you have had great loves, I haven't but I still have time. You may not have passionate love again, but you can have love, you don't have to die alone. I cared for my mother at the end, held her hand. It helped both of us. She is the only person, well she and my sister I have really loved. I am like you, I put up barricades, but you don't have to with me. Honestly, if you want your real story told, it isn't just the facts of the killings, your feelings in the moment, even your rationale for accepting the job. It is also the person underneath. The drug lords, the mafiosas, they let me see their soft underbellies, and I made them human beings. Human beings with ridiculous dark sides, but also with passions and loves. People want to read about people, it is those facets that make them interesting...I'm not sure if you can let those walls down?"

She told the story of her deal, and then she got to the bottom line as far as he was concerned, "I told them I would take the job … and I told them that you would find a way to protect the identities of those men." He smiled wryly, "I thought we had one rule, no rules, tell it honestly..." He then hopped off his soapbox, "...you know there was a day I would have been upset, morally outraged to any type of censure....but that day is gone. I want you to live safe, and I would like the same for me. I want you to die on your terms. I saw what those men are capable of...I want no part of it for either of us. After you, after this book, I may be done with this, lifestyles of the FBI most wanted. I have an outline of a manuscript into a couple of publishers, my dream is to write fiction, the great American novel, a modern day F. Scott Fitzgerald. If our book is a hit, which I am almost sure it will be, it is just to salacios a story not to be, you will have given me the final credential to likely get my shot...an advance, the whole deal. I have also had a couple of TV news shows calling me, but I think it is more my looks than my skills, and that kind of pissed me off. If felt like selling out...I don't know...anyway I will hide their identities and still tell your story...be careful, I may be growing up a bit...but life requires some compromise...part of that sucks...part of that is wisdom....I will write your story...if you promise me one thing...your friendship until the end?"

 

[PennySaver]

"Do you ever trust anyone, let anyone get really close."[/b]

The answer to Manny's question, of course, was a simple no. Jennie hadn't let anyone get what most people would call close since her high school years, when her first real boyfiend cheated on her. It wasn't that event that had jaded her, of course; it was simply the last time she'd put her heart out there.

"I like you," Manny went on, "more than really like you, you don't have to push me away."

He talked about their relationship, then about her imminent death, and about his own travails in love and life. Jennie listened to it all and empathized with much of it. She contemplated the aspects of her own life which in some ways were similar to his and in other ways much different.

"People want to read about people," Manny said about the book they were writing together. "It is those facets that make them interesting...I'm not sure if you can let those walls down?"

All Jennie could do with this was say softly, "We'll see."

He didn't much like the idea that his work was going to be censored in respect to the names he could use, but Jennie didn't have a work around for that. The Cabal could kill her for releasing the names and she wouldn't have cared; she was dead man walking, literally. But she wasn't that interested in seeing Manny deal with a price on his head for doing the same.

"Go to sleep," she demanded when she simply couldn't -- wouldn't -- think on the many issues anymore tonight. She rolled away from him, taking his hand with him and -- pulling him to his uninjured side -- urged him into a spooning arrangement. His cock had settled down during their conversation, but as his naked body pressed against her body, in only a pair of tight fitting panties, she felt him very quickly harden again. She smiled to herself as she told Manny, "Tell it to go to sleep, too."



In the middle of the night, Jennie's nearby cell phone began buzzing. She didn't pick it up to look for a call or text or email, though; she knew there was no coverage here, which was one reason why she hadn't bothered turning it off and taking out the battery. The other reason was what was making it vibrate in the first place: someone had set off one of the wireless motion detectors set up outside the cabin.

Jennie retrieved the suppressed pistol sitting nearby and moved to the window. In the moonlight, she could see a dark SUV just coming to a stop some forty yards away in the direction of the little town. She moved back to the bed to gently shake Manny awake.

"We have to go … now!" she whispered to him as she tossed the blankets back. In the soft light of a candle she'd left burning over the cold fireplace, Jennie could see that Manny's cock was again hard, likely from the combination of a pleasant dream and the warm body that had been sleeping next to him. She smiled and said, "I thought I told you to tell that think to go to sleep."

In a flash, they were both dressed and -- with some obvious pain and muted sounds of pain -- Jennie helped Manny out the south facing window. In the moonlight, it was relatively easy to fade away over the flat, arid terrain. Half a mile later, Jennie turned Manny toward a little house with a barn, and in the barn she pulled a tarp back from atop a desert running dune buggy.

"Never be without wheels when your foe has them," she explained as it became obvious that this belonged to her. They were inside the 4x4 vehicle and heading off into the night seconds later, following what was little more than an off road vehicle path toward the southwest. "Four miles of this, then a relatively nice dirt road, then the highway. We'll be in Puerto Peñasco before it begins to get warm outside. Sit back, buckle in, and relax … I got this."



Just before 10am, they pulled into the parking lot of a motel on the outskirts of the city of almost 65,000. They walked around the building, down the alley, across the street, and up to the office window of yet another motel, though; Jennie hoped that who ever was looking for them would look in Nogales in the opposite direction of Puerto Peñasco, but she couldn't be sure.

She got them a room under a fake name, paid for with cash, and immediately set to checking Manny's wounds after the rough ride. He'd popped a stitch and begun bleeding, but otherwise was in good shape. She commanded that he lay down while she left to move the 4x4 farther away.

When Jennie returned an hour later with her hands full of food, bottled water, and tequila, she, too, laid down to sleep. When she finally came to after a handful of hours, she went into the bathroom and -- without closing the door -- stripped bare and took a badly needed shower. Coming out in only her bra and panties and once again complaining about the lacking air conditioning, Jennie dropped into an arm chair to eat and drink.

"So you want to know more about me and my inability to trust," Jennie said, reminding Manny about their conversation from many hours and many miles ago. "Fine … let's do it."

She waited for him to turn on his cell phone's voice recorder and spend almost four hours talking about the people who had hurt her in her life. She knew that very little of this would go into the book; Manny told her there would be a chapter dedicated to it, of course, and that little bits of it might come up here and there when it was appropriate. It wasn't a oh, everyone should feel bad for me sob story, and Jennie made sure that Manny understood that it had little to nothing to do with why she had become a contract killer. Honestly, her life hadn't had any greater number of negative relationships than most people, but still Jennie and Manny were glad she'd talked about her life because there had been incidents that would enhance the readers' understanding of who Jennifer Craig was.

They got Mexican food -- around here simply called food -- from a little stand a couple of blocks away, and finished off the bottle of tequila, replacing it with some locally brewed beer. The sun was going down and with it the temperature. They took a short but cautious walk to a park that looked out over the Sea of Cortez and talked about this, that, and the other thing.

"I would like to see more of the book, Manny," she said when they got back to the room.

She had him dup' some of what he'd written to the cell phone, and while she read, he wrote up some of what that about which they spoken today. When she was done reading a couple of hours later, she tossed the phone aside and just studied him while he was tapping away at a speed she'd never learned to do herself. He was impressive in so many ways; she'd only needed to be impressed with his writing in the beginning, but Jennie had learned there was a lot more to him than just his words.

Suddenly without any hint that she was about to do it, Jennie stripped her tee shirt up over the top of her head and pushed her shorts off her hips. Manny was looking at her by the time she popped loose her bra and then slipped her panties down and away from her now naked body.

"I thought maybe if you were interested," she began, laying in the middle of her bed with a knee hiding her sex from his view, "It's been a long time since a man used his mouth on me … and … I just thought that, maybe..."

With that, Jennie lowered the obscuring knee and lightly parted her knees to reveal her folds just as the fingers of one hand found them and began gently moving about between them, wetting her finger tips before slowly twirling about her swollen clitoris.

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny had tried to tread carefully, but it was a conversation that had to be had. He had asked her t open up, let him in, and allow herself to trust him, or at least be vulnerable. He knew as he asked it, she would rather face a small army of men with uzis than do what he asked. But they had talked, and then she was done...talking that was, "Go to sleep," she commanded. But ten pulled him over and spooned back into him. He almost wished she didn't feel so incredibly good and soft, and feminine. His cock hardened, and there was nothing he could do...she was kerosene, he the flame. "I hope it is okay to tell you, I like holding you, having you in my arms...." She might have mistook his genuine statement of caring, or maybe she was just lightening the moment, "Tell it to go to sleep, too." He smiled and said no more, he could stay quiet, close his eyes and try to sleep, but his cock being hard, that was really more on her than on him, no pun intended.

If she had thought they were safe now, the middle of the night proved otherwise. He was surprised when she woke him, "We have to go … now!" She was not an alarmist, if she thought danger was immanent, then it was. Adrenaline and fear shook any cobwebs. He fumbled a bit getting up, his hard cock once again in his way. Although the situation quickly ended whatever pleasant thoughts and sensations had taken him there. He tossed on jeans, a t-shirt and a grad school hoodie, his back pack, and was quickly on foot following her lead.

She flipped the tarp off the dune buggy. She looked at him, but he was of mixed feelings at best. They needed to get away, but he was already shivering from being awoken and losing the warm body beside him, and now they were about to head out into the frigid desert night with nothing to shield them from the cold, wind or dust. Not to mention his body was not exactly heeled enough to participate in this X games version of a getaway, he assumed was about to take place. Jennie cut to the chase, "Never be without wheels when your foe has them," of course she was right and he was a bit embarrassed for being such a little girl, it was time to suck it up and stay alive, a seemingly constant theme when engaged with his new client.

They headed into the night air and it was every bit as cold and uncomfortable, of course she thought nothing of it. "Four miles of this, then a relatively nice dirt road, then the highway. We'll be in Puerto Peñasco before it begins to get warm outside. Sit back, buckle in, and relax … I got this."
Manny only nodded, but he watched her. She was without a doubt the most fearless and capable woman he had ever met. And that, combined with her obvious physical attributes, made her the sexiest woman he had ever met. But she was more. She could be a little girl, just for brief flashes, but it was there, the way she had wanted, almost needed, nonsexual spooning. BUMP BUMP BUMP, he grabbed his stomach, trying to hold his healing wounds in place, this was going to be a long ride though.

He tried to sleep, but it was useless, but the view of the sunrise coming up over the top of the mexican hills and mesas, took the pain away. "Jesus Jennie, look at that, isn't it amazing." He reached out and held her hand in hs, just wanting to enjoy mother nature's morning show. He wished circumstances were different, but he enjoyed sharing this with her, it would be one of the memories he held onto the longest.

At 10 AM, they pulled into the lot. She had the misdirection routine down to a science. "When was the last time you didn't worry someone was coming after you? When you actually felt safe?" They checked into the cheap motel, but it was clean, and the older woman at the front desk smiled at them, "¿Son recién casadas?" Manny smiled, "¿Cómo adivinaste, sí, soy un hombre afortunado!" She patted him on the hand and smiled at Jennie as she gave her the cash. As they walked out toward their room, Jennie looked at him. "She asked if we were newlyweds, and I told her I was a lucky man....at least part of that was true."

As quick as they entered she was off, hiding the buggy even farther away, while he showered and tended to his wounds before crawling into bed. She came back with food, and slid in next to him, this time it was he who initiated the spooning, and they both quickly were asleep and safe. He wasn't sure how long when he awoke he was watching her towel off her naked body and come out in her bra and panties. She was certainly comfortable being naked or barely dressed around him, and he was enjoying the show, even if she didn't want any more.

She talked about losing trust, but nothing traumatic, yet enough tidbits he could make her more human, someone people cared about, but didn't pity. The got up, got dressed, ate at a little stand, and didn't immediately feel any dysentery, so all was good, and they even took a walk and enjoyed the sunset to bookend the day. It was chilly, so he put his arm around her. "I hope you don't mind." And then as they started to walk home, as they got to their room, she said, "I would like to see more of the book, Manny," he nodded and unlocked the door. Normally he would have objected, this wasn't close to the book, or necessarily chapters, it was scribblings, notes, an occasional paragraph or five, of something he had an idea on how he might want to capture, but might completely rewrite or throw away completely later. Yet, given her life, her pursuers, she might not ever see the real book, even the completed first draft, so he indulged her.

He looked over at her from time to time, smiling at her smiles and scowls. This was her life, in his words, and sharing that had an incredible intimacy, just as intense, but so different than physical intimacy. She finally finished and he saw her look at him differently than he could remember before. He didn't ask, but hoped she was pleased. She certainly wasn't angry, as she stood up, and stripped naked before him. Before going and laying down on her back on top of their tussled sheets and looking at him.

"I thought maybe if you were interested," she began, laying in the middle of her bed with a knee hiding her sex from his view, "It's been a long time since a man used his mouth on me … and … I just thought that, maybe..."

With that, Jennie lowered the obscuring knee and lightly parted her knees to reveal her folds just as the fingers of one hand found them and began gently moving about between them, wetting her finger tips before slowly twirling about her swollen clitoris.

She clearly liked to control things, they had been edging in this direction, and at least he knew the sexual interest was no longer one sided. He go up and felt the wince from the recently replaced stitches, but he was a former division one college athlete, he could play through pain. he crawled up on his hands and knees between her thin, toned legs, and he slipped his palms, face up, under her thighs and curled he open legs up against his shoulders. He looked at her, "You've shown and teased me with this naked pussy all day, I was wondering when you might share?" He rubbed the tip of his nose on her cleanly shaved mound, an Eskimo kiss, and then he kissed her open, glistening lips, and teased her clit with his tongue.

Manny loved eating pussy, his jaws never fatiguing, his tongue doing tricks as it played in her inner and outer labia, lapped at he nectar, and enjoyed her clit to taint, and back and forth over and over. He loved how she moaned love this view of her sculpted tummy, and hardened nipples. He hardened his tongue and tongue fucked her, driving his tongue deep, and then sucking and kissing her clit. Over and over he teased, brought her to the verge, and edged away, only to ramp it up further on the next assault. "I know it has been a while, but is it as good as you remember?" He was rubbing her lips and clit with his tongue as they talked. He kept his fingers working her clit as his tongue ventured south and dared to rim her....her body would tell him what she wanted more or less of, and like any really good writer, he was an excellent listener!

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC to any potential readers, as well as to my writing partner: Clicking on the link of Jennie in my previous post, I noticed that sometimes Imgur won't let the link open, likely because of adult content. Has this been the case all along? If so, please PM me and I will attempt to show the pics in another way and/or PM them to you somehow, so that you can enjoy the wonderful view that is Jennifer Craig. Oh, and btw, I use Zoe Saldana as Jennie's body double.)

It had, in fact, been a long time since Jennie had had oral performed upon her, and that alone would have left her writhing about on the bed, but it turned out thankfully that Manny was as good at licking pussy as he'd bragged, almost from the moment they'd met that morning in Seattle. Jennie grasped handfuls of the sheet below her and dug her heels into the mattress as the man worked his tongue, lips, and fingers upon her sensitive womanly parts.

He didn't hurry, and she didn't rush him; she loved to climax but wasn't one of those women who felt the need to rush to ecstasy. But when it was finally time, Jennie knew just how she wanted Manny to finish her off. She arched up to reach one of his hands, turned it palm up, and urged his middle finger inside her while the adjacent digits flanked and spread her outer labia.

"Touch me there," she told him directing him to use the tip of his finger in a curling, uncurling motion against the front of her vaginal canal. She drew a sudden and deep breath, then released it with a gasp as she fell back into the bedding. "Fu-u-u-ck … that's it … that's it, my God … now … now … use your tongue … and, fuck … finish me..."

She arched her back and grasped her B-cups in fiercely clutching fingertips as Manny went back to work with his mouth. The pleasure welled up within her to amazing heights, and a minute later -- after her moans had become ever louder cries -- she released a scream of delight that led to a neighbor two rooms down calling out, "¡Deja esa mierda o ven aquí y al menos comparte algo de eso!"

Although she was thinking it now, Jennie would remember later that Manny spoke Spanish and -- if he had heard the man over her own scream -- would have known that the man had bitched, Knock that shit off or come down here and at least share some of that! She would laugh about it later, but right now the only thing of interest to her were the waves of euphoria lighting her up. One of the greatest orgasms she'd ever experienced would leave Jennie laying back in the bed gasping for air as he heart pounded violently in her chest.

 

[Homerun2611]

She was the type of lover he most enjoyed, one not afraid or embarrassed by her own enjoyment. She was loud and vocal, and let him know when he hit the right buttons and he listened and followed her verbal and non verbal cues...he may not get another chance, and he wanted to make sure she remembered him.

He was relentless, because he wanted to be. He shared some common desires with the young barista from earlier in the week, and one was he truly enjoyed giving enjoyment to another. Jennie made it clear he was performing as he hoped, She arched up to reach one of his hands, turned it palm up, and urged his middle finger inside her while the adjacent digits flanked and spread her outer labia.

"Touch me there," she told him directing him to use the tip of his finger in a curling, uncurling motion against the front of her vaginal canal. She drew a sudden and deep breath, then released it with a gasp as she fell back into the bedding. "Fu-u-u-ck … that's it … that's it, my God … now … now … use your tongue … and, fuck … finish me..."


All that swimming, training for deep scuba diving, paid off, and he dove in, and worked her pussy, and clt until he heard and felt her climax. She was almost there and heard the voice down the hall. "¡Deja esa mierda o ven aquí y al menos comparte algo de eso!"


It was all he could do not to laugh, but she was so close and he needed to feel her finish as much or more than she did. She was glorious as she came, unbridled, such freedom to pursue hedonistic pleasure. He let her ride it out, the faithful servant to the end, he had owned the stage and enjoyed every last encore.

She was no laying back gasping for air, and he was smiling at her, crawling up next to her. He had one rule, the only gratitude he would accept, a great kiss from his very satisfied lover. He hovered over her, and put one arm on the other side and kissed her, long and slowly and passionately. "I know you think I want my turn, but I don't. I so wanted to give you that, but a real man lets the lady enjoy it...enjoys watching her body peak and come down. You were incredible...no wonder you are so lethal, your body is the most sensitive and aware I have ever had...truly amazing...." He laughed and winked at her, "I do appreciate you cumming before that guy came down and demanded his share...I swear to God...I was not going down on that dude!"

 

[PennySaver]

"I swear to God...I was not going down on that dude!"

High on the euphoria ripping a path through her like a tornado tearing through Arkansas, Jennie didn't immediately understand Manny's comment. Then, the motel patron's Spanish declaration sunk in, and Manny's playful interpretation of it as a request for his services had Jennie laughing hard as she pulled the writer close to her naked body.

"I needed that," she whispered to him after a long embrace, and after another bout of silent clutching, said, "I gotta pee … I'll be right back."

Jennie didn't know whether or not Manny caught sight of her gathering up her clothes as she headed for the bathroom. She did as was needed, including cleaning away her juices and his saliva from her sex and thighs, then fully dressed and came out again. She studied Manny for a moment, commenting on what he'd said about his turn, "Would you find it unfair if we continued this at a later date?"

She listened to his answer, then told him, "I need to go out for a bit. I need to find out who was after us in Quitovac. I can't believe the Cabal would make that deal with me and then come after us. But … I did killed 12 of their people that day to get you back, so..."

They talked about the lack of security and backup here in Puerto Peñasco, and Jennie suggested Manny not go out at all. "I'll arrange some food, water, and drink be sent here. I'll pay for it and tell them to leave it at the door. I'll tell them you have the flu and aren't to be disturbed."

Before she left, Jennie crossed to the bed to give Manny a deeply passionate kiss before playfully telling him, "You have a book to finish."

She was gone almost six hours, but when she returned Jennie had good news. With a casual, unbothered tone, she told Manny, "It was just an FBI-Federales cross border task force, no biggie."

She saw his reaction and laughed. Making a dismissive pffft sound, she told him, "Ain't no law enforcement agency ever caught me yet."

Jennie dug into the food that had been delivered and started reviewing some of Manny's most recent writing, in particular his ghosted account of the time the Cabal had taken and kidnapped Jennie herself. She told him she liked it; she complimented that it was getting better, too. "I know you're still recovering from the damage done, but … honestly … I think the experience of being kidnapped and tortured gave you a better sense of what I went through when it happened to me."

It was probably an insensitive thing to say, but then, Jennie had never been called an overly sensitive kind of girl … unless she was being pleasured toward orgasm, anyway.

"I need to shower," she told Manny, popping a roasted cherry tomato into her mouth as she hopped up and began stripping. Bare to her skin again, she looked to her partner and said with a suggestive tone, "When was the last time you showered?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Jennie laughed hard, once she realized Manny's joke. "I needed that," she whispered to him after a long embrace, and after another bout of silent clutching, said, "I gotta pee … I'll be right back."
He'd be lying to say he wasn't disappointed when she came back fully dressed. He got out of bed assuming he should get dressed too. She gave him a long look though, "Would you find it unfair if we continued this at a later date?" He winked at her. "I honestly did not do it to continue, I did it to enjoy you....However, if you would like to continue later...yes, I would like that very much...very, very much!"

She described her short term plan..."I need to go out for a bit. I need to find out who was after us in Quitovac. I can't believe the Cabal would make that deal with me and then come after us. But … I did killed 12 of their people that day to get you back, so..."

They talked about the lack of security and backup here in Puerto Peñasco, and Jennie suggested Manny not go out at all. "I'll arrange some food, water, and drink be sent here. I'll pay for it and tell them to leave it at the door. I'll tell them you have the flu and aren't to be disturbed."

He was famished, and could used the time. He had been running through some sequencing of his thoughts and when he had that going he was incredibly efficient and prolific in his writing. That and he didn't worry about typos or even spelling, he just wrote. The combination of his proofreaders and technology would catch any errors, he wanted to keep his stream of consciousness flowing.

Before she left, Jennie crossed to the bed to give Manny a deeply passionate kiss before playfully telling him, "You have a book to finish." He liked that, they were both seemingly longing for intimacy, and it wasn't just the circumstances, Manny was sure he would have felt this way back in Seattle too.

The food came, but he was deep in writing mode, he grabbed a soda and some chips and kept going. She was gone six hours and it felt like about 20 minutes, except he had written nearly 120 pages, many of which were just cut and pastes from earlier writings that he now was mapping to a storyline. In total he had about 200 pages written so far, and his expectation was he would end at about 400, that editors would turn into a very fast paced, 280-300 page read.

There was a big hole so far, "young Jennie" the Jennie before she became a killer, he hoped they might focus there when they started again. When she got back she had a pretty good idea what happened, what was less clear was if they were still in any real danger or if the FBI had lost their trail. He laughed at her cocky, "It was just an FBI-Federales cross border task force, no biggie....Ain't no law enforcement agency ever caught me yet."

She was hungry and wanted to read more of the drafts, it was so odd for Manny to have his subject read early like this, but she had satisfied him, that the narrative, good or bad, didn't change how she spoke with him, and so he indulged her. He kept looking out of the corner of his eye, and was pleased to see her smiles, even once a tear, he was at least capturing her, the humor and vulnerability inside the assassin.

"I know you're still recovering from the damage done, but … honestly … I think the experience of being kidnapped and tortured gave you a better sense of what I went through when it happened to me." He laughed, and teased, "Ah yes, the not so willing sacrifice we artists make for our craft." She turned but he was sure he had gotten a playful rolling of the eyes.

Then she popped up, in her ADD sort of way, "I need to shower," she told Manny, popping a roasted cherry tomato into her mouth as she hopped up and began stripping. Bare to her skin again, she looked to her partner and said with a suggestive tone, "When was the last time you showered?"

He saw in her eyes and little grin, his hygiene was not the primary motive, and if this was the offer to continue, the answer was yes. He didn't answer, he just followed her in, stripping as he walked, and as she left the door open, turned on te water, and hopped in looking at him.

This time they started with a kiss, and the soap and water was just a means to justify incessant groping. He turned her back toward him, and ran soapy hands over firm breasts and firmer nipples, feeling her groan and push her ass back against his very hard, very big cock. Both their bodies were slippery with soap when she slipped her hands up and down his sudsy shaft, "It has been a while sice a shower for me too."

With that she grabbed the wall, safety handles, and leaned over presenting her ass, and spreading her legs. Before she could even say, "Fuck me" he did, sliding his slippery, mushroomed head into her from behind and driving himself balls deep before grabbing her hips and letting his body completely go, passionately fucking.

Her cunt was tight, and felt so good, wet and a tight grip, and he enjoyed every inch over and over as the rim of his head, teased her G spot. Groaning and moaning they fucked like animals, horny, glorious animals. "Oh Jesus Jennie...oh God that is good." He was enjoying every inch of her...he realized how long he had wanted her...and how much he wanted this!

 

[PennySaver]

The last person to go down on Jennie's pussy had had a pussy of her own, and as she'd told Manny before he performed on her orally, it had been a long time since she'd had a mouth on her labia and clit. So, that meant that the last time she'd had a cock in her had been even longer than that, and when he began forcing himself into her, Jennie found herself tighter and more resistant than she would have imagined.

She loved getting fucked from behind, and she loved sex in the shower, but the position prevented Manny from getting to the true depths at which she knew he would make her explode in ecstasy. Carefully -- she had no interest in breaking her neck and dying in a cheap motel's bathroom -- Jennie lifted one foot and wrapped it around the back of Manny's thigh. Once she had a good hold of him with that leg and foot, she repeated the movement with the other. Between those wrapping legs and her grip on the safety bars, Jennie had all the security she needed.

Manny continued to ram deep into her, now getting all the length he needed to cause Jennie to start moaning, then crying out with each plunge of his shaft. She pressed the top of her skull into the corner of the tile and let him drive her to a deeply satisfying orgasm that had her scream echoing through the bathroom.

"Don't stop, again!" she told him, explaining that she was multi-orgasmic if only he didn't slow down. "Again … again!"

 

[Homerun2611]

It was erotic, athletic and almost ballet like as Jennie began to change their position. Manny ad ben needy and lustful, and from the beginning, just entering Jennie's tight, wet pussy had been electric. But Manny was big, and he was only able to get a little more than half of his big cock inside of her. So be it, he thought...it can still be great. The water was splashing down on both of them, and the effect of the water on her shimmering body, made her darkish, nearly flawless skin, and tight, hot little body, even sexier.

Manny's body had been through hell since his last sexual adventure, yet even he was surprised, how really good it felt to fuck. And that was before his little sexual contortionist began to weave her sexual net. She had the body of a prima ballerina, and her moves were so flowing as she raised one foot and wrapped it around him, then the other, her sex now spread wide and fullly accessible, her body suspended in air...a glorious commitment to exquisite fucking.

Truly the Bolshoi would be proud, and who knows how their audiences might rave to see the china like dancers, with cunts splayed open, each being taken by big hard cocks, all done in perfect and obscene unison. Manny had never witnessed a sexier move, and his body immedately responded. "Damn you...if you will let me fuck you like this...you are ruining all other women for me."

Manny was hard, rock hard, and he wrapped his hands around the thin muscular thighs wrapped arouond him, and even on an ass you could bounce quarters off of, he shook her, pounded her, and gave her the depth, girth, and intensity she seemed to crave. Her first orgasm came quick, but, maybe it was the injuries, but he was rock hard but not close...Manny was enjoying the view, position and how his cock was now lathered in her juices and cum.

"Good, multi orgamic works...the question is what holds out longer, your ittle arms, or this hot, tight cunt!" In the throws of passion Manny liked the "C" word, it was dirty, sexual and HOTT! And that was what he wanted right now...a woman wanting to be a whore and push both of their sexual boundaries. POUND, POUND, POUND he pounded his entiirc cock into her until his balls slapped her ass. "Fuck you're good...really good....how many times can you cum for me, before I can't hold out any more!"

She thought there was more to Manny, he had every intention of showing her just how much more there was!

 

[PennySaver]

Jennie was in excellent, physical shape, with strength and endurance that belied her petite status. But Manny had been right; by the time her second climax struck and had her body trembling against the shower's tile wall, her arms were beginning to give out. It was time to quit, but thankfully Jennie had heard and felt her lover enjoying his own orgasm at her backside.

Carefully, they lowered her back to her feet; Jessie told Manny to hold onto her for a bit as her knees were weak after the incredible orgasms. She turned to face and kiss him, then they set about actually showering. Once done and dried, they went out to the bedroom, where Jennie maneuvered Manny to the couch so that they could get right back to it. As Lauren had done to him that night on the couch, Jennie now positioned herself in Manny's lap as he reclined back, fed his erection into her, and rode him hard and long until they'd both cum within just seconds of one another.

That wasn't the end of it, though; after they'd simply clutched one another for the longest time, letting their hearts and lungs return to a somewhat normal working order, Jennie turned herself around, sat upon Manny's still hard cock, and drove herself to yet another eruption, helped along by her own fingers toying with her swollen clit. With her hands moved to Manny's knees to support her through the post-explosion moments, Jennie said over her shoulder, "If you're ... if you're not done ... you can take me ... on the bed. I ... I won't fight it."

She giggled at that last, wondering whether she could ever get tired of having the writer's cock thrusting deep inside of her. Once they were finally done for the night, though, she would collapse onto the bed and pull his arms around her, eager for the warmth he brought her, both in body and soul.

 

[Homerun2611]

Manny loved how she moved, responded, arched, drove and screamed. God he loved how she screamed. The first position in the shower was so intense, the face she held it through two, body convulsing, ear shattering orgaasms was a testimony to her toughness, her stamina and her femininity. She had told him at the beginning he could fuck who he wanted, just not her...and now here they were in a position that defied gravity and they weren't just fucking...but like the line in Risky Business, "time of your life, huh kid!" One Jennifer, "Jennie", Craig, professional killer...was giving young Manuel, "Manny", Cordero, esquire, and wannabe fiction novelist, the time of his life! He had only cum once, but it had been as intense and passionate as he could ever remember, and the night was still young.

He helped her regain her equilibrium. She might be noticing a trend, he had a knack for being there when she needed him, always solid, always dependable, but more than anything, he wasn't afraid, wasn't intimidated, in fact there was no place he would rather be than this two bit mexican hotel with this incredible, smart, resilient, gorgeous, amazing...sexy, you gotta add sexy, stone, cold killer. They cleaned each other, softly sweetly the calm between sexual storms.

She led him to the couch, he wasn't objecting, not when she pushed him down, not when she mounted him, and certainly not when she grabbed his cock. He actually reclined back, "I am glad your not finished either, and you definitely know where that goes. 0 to 60 in 2.8 seconds, they were rocking and grinding, bucking and fucking, her little body pounding up and down on his eager and responsive pole. "We are good together, you know that right....I mean we both have had many, many...and well....we are really good together....her kiss was passionate, then her back arched, and her response succinct, "FUCK ME" Again they came hard, at nearly the same moment.

This was glorious, bodies sweating, hearts pounding, an epic contest, and only a bit past halftime. They took their break, and he loved the kissing, and clutching, gasping and groping. Cardio regulated, she spun and again gave him the view of her gorgeous backside, her incredible ass. "Do you ride horses frontward and backward too cowgirl?" He had news for Lauren, she wasn't the best fuck ever, not even with the Maddie combo. Where was this cumming from, not her, him? She was multi orgasmic, self proclaimed, he was a man, refractory necessary, yet somehow she knew the exact minimum to change the tempo, and for the third time she easily got the cream from the eclair. The baker thrilled.

Yet, there was no give up in either, "no regrets baby, nooo surrender" The Springsteen lyrics rang in his head as Jennie tuned and looked over her shoulder, "If you're ... if you're not done ... you can take me ... on the bed. I ... I won't fight it." Her words perfect, she would let him be the man, she was enjoying it, but make no mistake, if she did fight it, she would win. That was the last thing about Manny, an incredible lover, not intimidated by the superiority of his lover's certain skills.

He pulled her close, kissed her, ran a finger up and down her cheek and then ran it down her body, teasing her nipples while he regrouped. New magazines in the glocks, he picked her up and tossed her back on the bed. As he crawled on top of her, he lifted one leg and placed her heel on his shoulder. "Let'st try this..." And his cock once again dove inside her well tended slit....fucking recommenced, moans than screams soon followed a final climax...making it on the night...FOUR for him, a few more for her...but who kept score when everyone is a winner!

As they curled up, spooning again, she let him believe he was protecting her, and he liked it. He liked her here, like this, so very, very much. Sleep came quickly and peacefully. She was still in his arms when they woke up. "I'm hungry but would really like to write a bit. Could you grab us some breakfast...we could shower...seperately probably a good idea, at least this morning...and then, I want to get to know the girl...the one who existed before that first kill?"