"The Laundromat King" (closed)

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Alexis's face retained that somewhat politely please expression through Michael's rant at his friend. Through the window, she could see the Suburban's driver, who was looking back at her over the seat. She gave him a very slight nod, at which he turned, put the rig in drive, and -- as he sent the window back upward again -- drove away. Alexis turned Michael toward the other SUV.

"I have another good news, bad news item to discuss with you, Michael," she began in that same story telling voice of her. "Good news is that although Skeeter has made his exit from my sphere of trust … you haven't. Bad news is that you are standing on the precipice … teetering on that dividing line between where I loan you and your girl, Karen … or Hannah if you wish, as I am led to believe that the two of you have become … close…"

Alexis nodded Michael's attention to the goon standing at the door of her SUV; it was the limousine driver from his night at the casino. She went on, "That line between where you ride in the comfort of my jet for an incredible weekend on a snowy shore next to a beautifully iced over lake bay … or I have you stuffed into the cargo hold to be inconspicuously flown north to a hastily dug hole awaiting you in the tundra."

The man at the door opened it and helped Alexis into her seat; she reached her hands to her hips and pulled her skin tight dress upwards to more easily lift her first leg, then the other to access the tall vehicle. Once sat, she fixed her dress and looked to Michael again as yet another one of her men approached and offered out another soft sided bag.

"Five hundred thousand dollars, Michael," she said as simply as if she was telling someone the price of a latte. "You'll finish laundering the remainder of the three hundred grand … Hannah will help … she has some ideas. You will get this done by month's end--"

Today was the third.

"--and in doing so, you will reassure me that Skeeter's treachery is not contagious."

 

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Michael nodded to Skeeter as the SUV pulled away and the window went back up. Michael knew he was not out of the woods, and he was certain that Alexis knew her message was sent and received.

He followed her to her limo, listening as Alexis mentioned that she knew what had happened between him and Hannah. It was also the second time that she had mentioned Karen, and he did not want her involved in any of this. She was his best friend, and he wanted to protect her.

He knew that he had no choice in the amount or the time frame. His mind raced, and he knew that Hannah would be working with him to get the money laundered. Obviously, Alexis wanted him to be able to clean the money, and Hannah would want to please her boss.

"Ms. Frink, I know that I did not meet the first target, but I am confident that, moving forward you will be pleased with the work I do. I know that I am in no position to ask anything from you, but I am going to do it anyway. Please leave Karen out of any of our business dealings. You don't need to threaten her to ensure my loyalty. You have given me an opportunity to improve my business, and I will reward you for that... I guarantee."

 

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"I'm sure I will," Alexis responded when Michael told her that she would be pleased with his work from this point out. "I have confidence in you."

When he asked her to please leave Karen out of their business dealings, stressing that there was no need to threaten her to ensure his loyalty, Alexis only smiled politely, looked to her driver's reflection in his rear view mirror, and nodded. Just before the window began to rise, she told him with a polite tone, "Take care, Michael.

The big Suburban pulled away, the last of the goons having loaded up already. Less than thirty seconds later, Michael's burner phone chimed the arrival of a text message. It was from Hannah's phone and read only: Sullivan's on Fifth, 9pm.

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Hannah was sitting in the Irish pub's bar when Michael arrived; she wasn't alone but rather had an ancient looking Chinese woman sitting beside her. As he approached, Hannah stood … and walked away. The old woman gestured Michael to the seat across from her, saying in heavily accented, broken English, "You sit. I teach how works."

Without introducing herself or anything -- let alone explaining why the bookkeeper had simply left without a word -- the old woman began setting out one gift card after another until the table was covered in them. They were all prepaid versions of major credit cards -- VISA, MasterCard, Discover, American Express -- but by the logos it was obvious that they could be purchased from an endless number of retail locations, from 7-11's to Home Depot to OfficeMax and more.

"No one take money," she told him, meaning that he was to buy them from self serve machines only. "Put money in, card come out. Put money in, card come out. Put money in … understand, yes? Easy, yes? Need me tell more?"

She slid a little slip of paper across to Michael that had an account number on it. "PayPal. Put money in, card come out. Scratch back--"

She showed Michael the back of one of the cards and -- with a real index fingernail that looked to be almost two inches long -- she scratched the back until the security code appeared. She continued, "--deposit PayPal, burn card fire … no cut and garbage! Burn! Melt so no card for po-lice."

She mimicked the hand gestures of each of the steps again, "Go kiosk put money in, card come out, scratch back, deposit PayPal, burn, no cut! Understand?"

Her work here was done, and as far as she was concerned it was time to leave. If he had no questions -- and, honestly, even if he did -- she was going to stand and leave … but not before opening her purse, scooting all of the current cards into it, and telling Michael, "These mine! You get own."

 

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Michael watched Hannah walk away from him without saying a word. He was surprised that he did not acknowledge him. He figured she got what she wanted from him and that everything else was business.

He listened intently as the Chinese woman explained what he was supposed to do with the gift cards. He wanted to make sure that there was nothing that she said that he did not understand.

He understood about buying the gift cards. He was clear on the way the gift cards were supposed to go back to paypal. There was no doubt in his mind that he was to burn the cards; not cut them up and dump them in the trash.

He watched as the Chinese woman stashed her cards back in her purse. Michael put the slip in his pocket for use beginning tomorrow and then eased on over to the bar. He ordered a pint of Guinness, and waited for the bartender to make the perfect pour.

Once the beer was placed in front of him, Michael let it sit for a moment. His mind went through where he was in life. He was in a situation where he had the chance to become a wealthy person. Of course, he was also in a position where he could become very dead.

He sipped the bar and looked around the bar. He flirted for a little while with a redhead who sat down a couple of seats down from him. That all ended when her husband, yes, he had noticed her ring, sat down next to her and asked how her day was.

Michael paid his tab, got up from the barstool, and headed out of the bar. As he walked to his car, he called Karen, but she didn't answer. He left a message for her to call him so they could just talk. As he sat in the beat-up SUV, Michael texted Karen. He waited for a response, but got nothing.

The next morning, Michael began using the gift cards to wash money. He bought cards out of multiple machines at multiple locations. He spent the afternoon, scratching the codes off and depositing them to the paypal account. Then after a few cards were deposited, he would go out into the yard behind his building and burn the cards.

It was a tedious process, but one that was necessary. To take a break, he went to the laundromats and emptied the machines and went about depositing money. Money that would be withdrawn a day later and dumped in with the other washed money in the safe deposit box.

 

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3 days later:

"You're a fucking prick."

When Michael looked up from the umbrella shaded table at the food cart across from the new laundry, he found Karen staring at him with a Lorena Bobbit expression on her face. She repeated with even more venom, "You're a fucking … prick!"

"Language," a female voice said softly from a nearby table that also included three hot chocolate drinking tweens.

Karen gave the woman the same hard expression. She told her, "Yeah, yeah … the world's a fucking harsh place, lady..."

She looked back to Michael while still speaking to the woman, "Filled with profane people and liars. They got'em both here, so … consider this a free lesson about life."

The woman was already standing and hurrying her children back toward her car before Karen finished. Karen, for her part, launched into an assault on Michael regarding his lying to her. He tried to explain to her, but she wasn't having it, cutting him off every time he got two or three words out.

"I don't care that you fucked another woman, Michael," she said, still not restraining her voice despite the half dozen patrons staring their way. "Fuck, I don't even care that you were fucking her while you were on the phone with me! But you lied to me! I never thought you'd do that."

He was finally able to get her to sit down, just as he was able to get her to lower her voice for the continuing argument. Eventually, showing a bit of understanding for him, she pleaded, "Michael, tell me what's going on. This isn't about expanding your business and becoming some sort of Laundromat King. What's doing on...? You have to tell me."

 

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Michael looked up when he heard the woman screaming. Then, he realized it was Karen. She was screaming and cursing like a crazy woman. Not that he really blamed her, but it was very out of character for her.

When Karen started yelling at the poor woman with her kids, Michael yelled at her. "Stop. This is between you and me. It has nothing to do with them. Don't take it out on them because you are pissed off at me."

It didn't stop even when the woman and her kids got up and left. Karen still continued to call him a prick, and Michael continued to allow her to go off, figuring eventually she would settle down.

She kept going on about the fact that she didn't care that he had fucked another woman. She said she didn't even care that he was doing it while he was on the phone with her. She was fucking pissed that he lied to her.

Karen wanted to know what was going on with him. She wanted him to tell her what was going on with his business. Michael wanted to tell her what was going on, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't put her in more danger than she already was.

"Karen, I have a couple of people that want to invest in the laundromats. They want to take it from 2 locations to 20 or maybe even more. They have a lot of money and they see the possibility of making even more with me."

Before he knew what happened, Karen was up and shouting at him again. "Still the fucking lies. You WERE my best friend and you lie to me and you keep on lying to me. I don't ever want to talk with you again."

Michael tried to stop her, but before he could get up she was across the street and running out of sight. "Karen, stop. Let me talk to you. I am being honest with you. Please come back."

There was no stopping her. Before he knew it, she was out of sight. He went back to the table, picked up his drink and went back to work. He didn't have time for this shit. He had 650 large to clean and he couldn't be distracted from that task. Dealing with Karen, would have to wait, because it would take a lot of work to fix that.

 

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Friday night rolled around, and as promised Hannah came walking through the door of Michael's original establishment to fulfill her end of the business. She strode from the front entrance past a surprisingly large number of patrons up to the closed office door, knocking on it lightly. When Michael looked up an saw her, she let herself in without making him rise. Once the door was closed, she addressed him in a slow pace voice that he hadn't seen from her except during her intoxicated state while she'd had his cock in her mouth.

"I want to apologize for being the way I was the night we went to the casino, Mister Sheehan," she said, barely able to keep her eyes set upon his. "It was … it was very unprofessional of me … and … I just want you to know that it won't happen again."

 

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Michael watched as Hannah entered his office. He looked up and smiled at her as she closed the door behind her and sat down across from him. He listened as she apologized for what happened when they returned from the casino.

"Hannah, or Ms. King, you have nothing to apologize for. If I didn't want it to happen, it wouldn't have. As for it never happening again, I must tell you, that is very disappointing. I would not mind spending time with you again.. outside of business."

 

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Hannah peeked up at Michael from the floor where her gaze was dancing about, and her face exploded in a blush as a slight smile spread her lips. She asked meekly, "Really? I mean … what I mean is … men don't usually take to me. When I'm sober, I take like a parrot on speed … and … when I'm intoxicated, I … well … to be honest … I'm not sure what I'm like because..."

She looked to the floor again for a moment, then peeked up as she confessed, "Mister Sheehan … I, um … I don't … really recall … what happened that night. We had sex, I know that. I was … well, sore when I woke up the next afternoon. But … well, to be honest..."

Hannah drew a deep, anxious breath, then puffed it out as she asked meekly, "Did I have fun that night?"

 

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It was everything he could do to keep from laughing when Hannah asked him if she had fun on their night together in the limo. "Hannah, it is true, when you are sober you do talk like a parrot on speed. I have to tell you, when you are under the influence, you fuck like a rabbit on speed."

He watched her to gauge her reaction to his comment before telling her whether or not she had fun. "Hannah, I think you enjoyed yourself very much. I will tell you this, I had a lot of fun with you. You were pretty wild, and your appetite was insatiable."

 

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"...you fuck like a rabbit on speed."

An embarrassed chuckle escaped Hannah mouth, and her face and even her neck and a bit of her shoulders turned red. Her eyes were on the floor with just quick glances up at the man who was complimenting her love making.

"I ... I wish I remembered," she said meekly. She opened her mouth with the intention of saying Maybe we could try it again when I was sober, but she couldn't get the words to come out. Instead, she glanced toward the books, which Michael had already taken out for his portion of the entries, and said, "I should get to work."

 

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Michael did not want to push Hannah, so, he backed away from her and left her alone in his office to do the books. He hoped that she had some good news to report to him on his progress.

He went out and checked all of the machines, both laundry and change machines. He cleaned up the laundromat a little and then went back to the office to see how Hannah was doing. She waved him away without even looking up.

"I am going to the other laundromat while you are working, I will be right back. Want anything while I am gone?" Once again she just shooed him away without even looking up.

Michael drove to the other laundromat and, began to check on how things were working. This laundromat was much easier to manage because the equipment was much newer than in his original store.

When he was finished checking on everything, he went back to check on Hannah. On the way, Michael stopped to get a cup of coffee and thought he would get Hannah one, also. Then he thought for a second. What would Hannah be like on a caffeine high? Instead of coffee, Michael bought 2 bottles of water.

Walking back into his office, Michael sat the bottle of water on the desk in front of Hannah, and sat down across from her to wait for her to finish. "I am just going to sit here. I won't bother you."

An hour later, at 11 pm, Hannah looked up at him and smiled. "I am all finished. Can we get something to eat, I am starving and I don't mean like a date I will pay for my own food I just need something to eat and then we can talk about your progress toward the goal that Alexis has set for you. If you don't want to go get food with me that is fine but I am not going to be able to give you the report until after I eat."

Michael shook his head and smiled at her when she stopped. "Okay, I want to hear the report, but I don't want you to starve. There is a nice little place about two miles from here. You don't want to go anyplace around here. We will go to this nice Italian restaurant, my treat. You have worked hard tonight."

They drove separately to the restaurant; Hannah following him as he drove his beat up SUV. As they entered the restaurant, Michael placed his hand on the small of her back and walked in behind her. They were given a dirty look by the restaurant staff as they walked in. It was late and they were closing up.

"We won't be long. The lady has been working hard and just needs to get something to eat. We will not keep you long." He looked at Hannah, "unless you want to get take-out and go somewhere else to eat it." He saw the look on her face. "No, not the office."

 

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Hannah was a bit relieved when Michael excused himself to go tend to the other laundry. Her normal routine just didn't work around him right now; she'd gotten drunk, sucked his cock, and fucked him so hard and so many times that everything about her lower half and midsection had hurt for three days. And she remembered virtually nothing of it! What the fuck?

This just wan't Hannah. Oh sure, she'd found herself hungover in a guy's bed once or twice while in college. But she worked with this guy ... and he was laundering money for Alexis … and if things went awry … well, hell, she didn't even want to think about that.

Around 10pm, her cell rang. It was Alexis herself, unusual because -- as with Michael, too -- her boss usually just appeared out of nowhere as if she was tracking Hannah. Was she...? Is she? Hannah wondered. She wouldn't doubt it at all. Alexis asked how the books were going, which led to a moment of silence from the number cruncher's end of the call. She explained, which then led to a moment on the other end of the call.

"Will he meet his goal?" Alexis asked with a concerned tone.

Hannah contemplated the numbers, the time left before the 1st, and how many hours there were in the day and answered simply, "No."

"How short will he be?"

It only took Hannah three seconds to do the math. "Thirty-five percent. Maybe … maybe more."

There was a pause in the call so long that for a moment, Hannah thought Alexis had hung up. Then her boss said vaguely, "Introduce Michael to Angel, please."

Hannah's heart missed a beat. "Angel...? Are you sure?"

This time the silence that followed did result from her boss ending the call from her end of the line, if you could refer to a cell call connection as a line, Hannah had often thought to herself. Ten minutes later, Michael was back, and an hour after that they were on their way to dinner, not because Hannah was truly hungry -- her purse always had healthy snacks in it for work time -- but because she had been charged with introducing the laundry owner to the next phase of his career.

When they realized that a sit down dinner at a nice restaurant was out of the question, Michael suggested they get take out and go somewhere else. She turned him away from the restaurant's grimacing hostess and told him, "I know a place."

Ten minutes later, they were stepping out of Michael's beat up vehicle before a bar in one of the roughest parts of town. Out in front of Stubby's, a dozen bearded and tattooed bikers milled about the entrance and sidewalk, drinking beer, smoking, and clutching scantily clad women, some of whom were topless with micro-dresses or ass and crotch clutching shorts. As she took Michael's hand, reassured him that this was fine, and lead him toward the entrance, some of the bikers and Chicks greeted Hannah by name with friendly or at least respectful tones; the men only glared at Michael. Some of the women, however, gave Michael hungry looks or greeted him with sweet nothin's more often heard in the bedroom; one even told him, "Any friend of Montana get's his blow job half price."

Hannah's face exploded in a fiery blush, which fortunately was more difficult to notice in the dark out before the biker bar. She clutched Michael's hand tighter and urged him more quickly forward as she told him, "Ignore that."

Once inside, it was obvious that this was truly a rough and tough, Outlaw Bikers strip club. Although the bottom rockers on some of the bikers cuts -- full leather jackets, vests, or embroidered sweat shirts -- featured a number of origin cities from all about the Great Lakes, the Plains States, and even the Northeast, the top rockers all featured a single MC's name, The Clan, while the Colors -- the patch in the middle -- featured a ferocious, anthropomorphic dog, possibly meant to be a werewolf, that was carrying a severed head in one hand and a large, blood-dripping blade in the other.

In here, Hannah was again greeted with smiles and polite words as she made her way toward the far end of the bar. A stripper stage with two poles was off to the left; a bosomy stripper who would lick her lips and blow a kiss at Michael had dozens of ones, fives, tens, and twenties in the waist band and even in the front triangle of her tiny, sequined thong.

"Is Angel here?" Hannah asked the female bartender as she was gesturing Michael to one of the empty stools at an otherwise filled bar. The bartender scrutinized Hannah's companion, but when the bookkeeper told her that Alexis had sent them, the large breasted woman nodded her head and wandered toward a back room. Hannah looked to Michael, informing him, "You can order a drink, but … they won't serve me here."

She wanted to add You probably understand why, after the limo, but Hannah kept that to herself. A moment later the bartender returned, told Hannah that Angel would see her only. A moment after that, a topless stripper with at least a dozen tattoos in interesting places about her torso and thighs slinked up close to Michael, slipped a hand around his waist, and whispered suggestively, "C'm'on … I have a room waiting for us."

Hannah met Michael's eyes; she had a knowing expression on her face. She told him, "Go with her, it's okay. Actually … its necessary."

She could have explained that the woman was taking Michael to a small, private room for a lap dance but didn't. She could have also explained that the woman's hands would roaming all over Michael's body looking for a wire, but she didn't explain that either.

 

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Michael was shocked by where Hannah was taking him. She gripped his hand tighter to reassure him. It was very obvious that she was know here... known very well actually. He had a feeling it was because of Hannah's business with Alexis, but when he heard someone call her Montana, he wondered what else was going on.

While at the bar, she told him it was okay to have a drink. He decided not to. He wasn't sure what was going on, so, Michael wanted to keep his wits about him. He looked around the place trying to figure out why they came here when Hannah said she was hungry.

He saw the topless stripper heading her way, and focused on her tattoos more than on her tits. When she moved up close to him and put her arm around him, Michael looked at Hannah. Hannah told him it was necessary for him to go with the stripper, which told him that, if he didn't, he would be forced to go physically.

He followed the stripper who took his hand and led him into a back room. She pushed him forcefully onto a sofa and then began to dance seductively. As she started moving, she slid into his lap. Her hands moved over his body, coming close to, but not touching his hardening cock.

The stripper moved her hands up his body under his shirt. She moved her fingers around his nipples as she smiled at him and then pressed her tits into his face. He didn't dare do anything but sit there and allow the woman to perform her skilled lap dance.

As quickly as she started, she stopped. She got up from his lap and led him through a door into an other back room. She left him standing there and disappeared. Sitting in front of him, across a table was a rather large man. Standing next to the large man was Hannah. On the table were large bricks of what Michael assumed were drugs.... probably heroin.

 

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The stripper looked to the tattooed man behind the drug covered desk and -- before turning and leaving -- said about Michael, "He's clean … no wires."

"I'm Angel," the biker with President on the front of his cut told the other man in the room. He tossed a burner phone across the room to Michael, telling him, "The transfer is at noon tomorrow. You'll get a call ten minutes before that with a location. Don't be late."

He looked to Hannah, who quickly reassured him, "We won't be."

A second biker who'd been standing nearby with a big semi-automatic pistol dangling at his side set the weapon on a file cabinet and began stuffing the bricks into a gym bag that was so old it had the St. Louis Rams logo on the side of it.

If Michael had nothing more to say or ask, Hannah would urge him to take the bag and head out the door to return to his SUV.

 

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Michael was starting to feel like he was way in over his head. The stripper giving him a lap dance was simply checking him for a wire, and now here he was with some biker gang guy telling him he had to deliver some goods telling him he shouldn't be late.

He heard Hannah tell Angel they wouldn't be late, but he wasn't sure what she meant. he gave Hannah a death stare. He knew this wasn't her fault, but she led him here. He also was starting to think there was more to Hannah than the innocent accountant she tried to portray. Was Montana in Alexis' fold deeper than she indicated?

Shaking his head to indicate he had no questions, Michael grabbed the bag and made his way out of the club. He had no idea if Hannah was following him out, or not. When he exited the club, his life took a turn for the worse... if that was even possible.

Looking at his SUV, he was shocked to find it up on cinder blocks and all four wheels missing. "What the fuck. They stole my cheap wheels and bald tires. Either they were the dumbest fucking criminals around." He screamed it to nobody in particular.

He held onto the blue and gold bag and saw Hanna behind him, "or is this all part of Alexis' plan." Here he was in a bad part of town, carrying a bright colored bag that screamed rob me, and the bag contained bricks of heroin. He might as well have signed his own death warrant.

 

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"What the fuck."

Hannah was trailing behind Michael as he exclaimed and didn't see what was stressing him out until he was already saying, "or is this all part of Alexis' plan."

"This isn't Alexis, Mister Sheehan," she responded, her own stressed out self returning to the name with which she'd first addressed him. Trying to calm both him and herself, Hannah moved up close to him and said, "Michael, please … they're … they're just having fun."

She reached an arm out before him and pointed to where all four of his rims and tires were stacked in a column, with a biker chick doing a go-go dance atop them, pulling her shirt up to show off her obviously enhanced DDDs.

"C'mon," Hannah said, tugging at Michael to continue onward, "We'll come back tomorrow and, who knows, maybe they'll be right back where--"

A sharp, loud whistle cut through the night, drawing Hannah's eyes in an instant. A biker tossed something through the air to her, and she more snatched them to keep them from hitting her than actually reached out to intentionally catch them. They were keys, and the biker nodded toward a nearby, jacked up Ford Bronco from the 70s.

"Thanks, Ripper," she said, showing her obvious familiarity with the man. She tugged at Michael, and soon they were driving off into the night in the borrowed truck. She talked at him almost nonstop -- she was Hannah in the laundry again -- about all that was happening; the gist of what she shot at him rapid fire was that everything was going to be just fine if he just trusted her. She pointed across him at one point and told him, "Turn left here."

He did as directed, then did so again three more times until they were stopped in front of a nice looking 12 story condominium building. Hannah uncharacteristically went silent for a long moment.

"This is where I live," she finally said, soft and slow. She was staring at her hands as she cleared her throat and asked in barely above a whisper, "Do you … do you want to come up, Michael … for a night cap … or … not alcohol...?"

 

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Hannah pointed out his stacked wheels and tires with the big-titted woman dancing on top of them. "What kind of fucked up people am I involved with Hannah?" He looked at her quizzically.

He heard the whistle and saw the keys tossed to Hannah. Once again, it was obvious that Hannah was more involved in this operation than he first thought. It was the perfect cover; shy accountant.. numbers cruncher. Who would think she was hip deep in Alexis' operation?

She gave him the keys to the Bronco, and off they went. Hannah gave him directions, while Billy navigated the big truck while keeping one eye on the bag on the floor between them; that bag was his life.

He pulled up in front of the condo building and put the vehicle in park. He listened as Hannah meekly asked him if he would like to come up to her condo. He thought for a second, turned the Bronco off, and followed his accountant into the building.

They stood quietly together on the elevator as they went up to her condo. Once inside, Michael looked around. "This is the neatest place I have ever seen. How do you have time to keep it this clean and this orderly?"

Michael placed the duffel bag on the floor near the door and made sure the door was locked and the dead bolt was on. He didn't know if he was going to be here minutes or hours, but he wanted to make sure they were as secure as possible.

He walked toward Hannah. "You certainly travel in a very interesting circle. It isn't what I would expect from a meek, little accountant." He stared down at her. "Now, about that nightcap... and no, I don't mean alcohol."

Michael took Hannah in his arms and pulled her close to him. His eyes were fixed on hers as he moved his lips closer to hers. He placed his hands on the small of her back as he kissed her gently.

 

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"You certainly travel in a very interesting circle," Michael commented.

Hannah diverted her eyes, not wanting to give away what she wanted to say: Oh, if only you knew.

"It isn't what I would expect from a meek, little accountant."

This time she actually responded, even before she contemplated the ramifications. "Maybe I'm not as meek as you think, Michael."

She spoke the words with a sexually suggestive tone and was using his given name again. Whether it played a part in what happened next or whether what happened next had already been destined she wouldn't know, but before anyone could really contemplate whether it was a good idea or not Hannah was in Michael's arms and they were engaged in a passionate kiss as their bodies crushed together.

"I … I don't … I don't know how to do this, Michael," she said when their mouths separated. She urged him to release her and backed up a couple of steps, her eyes on the floor between them. Her heart was pounding and her chest was rising and falling with excitement. She clarified with a soft voice, "I don't know what happened in the limousine … I don't remember I mean … but … I'm sure it was nice … and I'm sure I enjoyed it … but … Michael … I've never … I don't know how to explain this..."

She turned away and headed quickly for the kitchen, snatching an already open bottle of wine before turning to face him again. She pulled out the cork … but then only stared at the container. She looked to Michael, and her eyes were glazed over with threatening tears.

"I've never been with a man … been intimate with a man," she said. It wasn't true, of course; she'd been with Michael in a way that went far beyond intimate. She drew and release an anxious breath, then tried to explain, "I've never been intimate with a man … when I was sober. I … I'd like to … but … Michael..."

She set the bottle on the kitchen island, took a step toward him, and looked him in the eye even as tears were escaping her own. "I'd like you to be my first..."

 

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Michael watched as Hannah broke away from him. He saw her run to the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine. He followed her and grabbed the bottle of wine from her. "Okay Hannah, here is the deal... me or the bottle, which will it be?"

He didn't give her a chance. He sat the bottle down on the counter and took Hannah back in his arms. He looked down at her and smiled. "Tonight is going to be something new for you... relax and enjoy."

Releasing her, he took her hand and looked around the condo. Locating the bedroom, Michael led her there. Once in the bedroom, he placed his hands on her hips and leaned down and kissed her... softly at first.

As the kiss deepened, Michael began to slowly unbutton Hannah's blouse; allowing his fingers to brush her skin as his hands moved lower. Once the blouse was unbuttoned, Michael slid it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

There was going to be no rush tonight. Michael was going to take his time with Hannah and make sure that she enjoyed the first sexual encounter that she would remember.

He kissed her shoulders as his fingers found the button to her pants. His lips moved to her neck as he unzipped her pants and pushed them down her legs. Helping her step out of her pants, Michael then let his hands move to her ass and he began to caress it through her panties.

Walking her backward to the bed, Michael stopped when Hannah's legs hit the bed. he undid Hannah's bra and tossed it to a chair. His hands caressed her breasts softly and he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

After kissing each breast and licking each nipple, Michael laid Hannah down on the bed and removed her panties. He kissed back up her legs and allowed his tongue to drag along her inner thighs. His tongue then found her silkiness and he dragged his tongue flat across her lips.

Michael slowly ate her sweet pussy slowly as his finger rubbed her button. He was taking his time to make sure that Hannah enjoyed herself. She was going to remember an incredible night.

Standing up, Michael undressed in front of Hannah and then climbed onto the bed between her legs. he kissed up her body and across her breasts as his hard cock brushed over her wet pussy.

When he entered Hannah's tight pussy, Michael took his time. It was her first time.. sober, anyway.. and he was going to take his time. Slowly, he pushed his hard shaft into her. He whispered to her, "you are so tight. We fit so well together. relax and enjoy it Hannah.. this is going to be incredible."

 

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"Tonight is going to be something new for you... relax and enjoy."

That was going to be easier said than done for Hannah. She was 24 years old, and not once in her life -- at least, not with a man -- had she engaged in anything more than a bit of hand play inside her panties if she hadn't been totally blitzed. She'd always attributed this aspect of her life to the simple fear of being too shy and naive to engage in sex to its end result.

But Hannah wanted to be with Michael in a way she hadn't been with another man. And while she was trembling deep down inside like a teenage girl about to lose her virginity on prom night, she let Michael do as he saw fit to get them to where they were going. He was so cautious and gentle with her, which was likely the only reason Hannah didn't at some point tell him to stop and leave. His mouth and tongue and fingers maneuvered all about her body in such a loving, sensual way.

She was still a bit uneasy with being naked before him, though, and when he stood to make himself as naked as she already was, Hannah laid one arm over her tight bosom as the hand of the other reached to between her thighs to hide that part of her body as well. When he came back to her, though, Hannah let him urge her thighs apart as her hands found his back and a moment later his muscular ass.

"Careful," she murmured as the head of Michael's cock penetrated her tight opening. She wasn't a virgin -- far from it -- but she wasn't entirely ready for his penetration … and, in her mind, this almost seemed to be the first time she'd ever done this. He whispered to her, "You are so tight. We fit so well together. relax and enjoy it Hannah.. this is going to be incredible."

"I will," she whispered back to Michael, lifting her head to softly kiss his lips. She corrected, "I am."

Soon, her body language told Michael that she was ready for him, and he began thrusting into her in a way that was making Hannah cry softly at each thrust. She sunk her modest nails into the flesh of his ass, urging him to fuck her even harder and faster. This was all so new to Hannah, even if it wasn't; suddenly, she was remembering prior fucks, as if her subconscious had suddenly been opened to her. And while she couldn't recall any of the faces of the men who had been inside her while blitzed, the knowledge of thes past encountered had a very dramatic effect on Hannah: it relaxed her enough so that after a couple of minutes of Michael's thrusting inside her, Hannah wrapped her arms tightly around Michael's midsection … and exploded in orgasm for what was essentially the first time.

 

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As Michael moved in and out of Hanna, slowly, she started to relax, and she started to move her body with his. Her nails digging into his ass urged him to move faster... to fuck her harder.

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. He could tell she was enjoying as she wrapped herself around him as his hips thrust into her; his balls slapping against her ass as he filled her deeply.

Feeling her body shake, and her pussy spasm, Michael continued to pump his hips to Hannah... filling her again and again... fucking her through her orgasm; making sure to maximize the pleasure of her first sober sexual experience.

Michael rolled over on his back while keeping his cock buried in Hannah's pussy. He looked up with her to see how she was doing. He knew she had cum four times during their limo encounter, but this was different. He was going to give her the opportunity to continue or to call it quits.

 

[PennySaver]

Hannah's reaction to finding herself atop Michael was the flipped coin opposite of that night in the limousine. Her sober mind led her to be loving and gentle while still erotic and passionate; she moved her body with Michael's slowly to cause them both the greatest of pleasure, without the driving need to achieve a new record of climactic explosions.

And they kissed. Hannah didn't know this, of course, but the two of them hadn't once pressed their mouths together that night coming back from the casino. Michael's mouth had been on her pussy, her mouth had been wrapped around his cock, but other than that those mouths had done little more than open wide to release the expected sounds of ecstasy as orgasms ripped through them.

Now though, here atop his body as they clutched tightly, Hannah kissed Michael with the joy and intensity of a teenage girl who'd only just learned to French Kiss. She found it … oh, so fucking hot, even more so that the in and out thrusts of her lover's hard shaft into her welcoming pussy. She shuttered again in orgasm after longer than Michael had probably expected, and after she'd felt his cock leaping inside her, she accelerated her slow love making to arrive at a third climax that he was urging her to claim.

They lay there like that for … oh hell, for how long Hannah couldn't know. She didn't want to leave this position; she shifted her legs a couple of times to prevent cramps, then even slipper her knees between his, which had the effect of clamping her pussy around his cock and solidifying it a bit, causing her to giggle.

"Thank you," Hannah whispered after what seemed like an eternity of having Michael inside her, semi-hardened but still obviously present. She lifted her face from his chest where it had become planted and kissed him in his sternum. "That was the best thing to happen to me ever … sex … not sex … doesn't matter … I will never forget this night, Michael."

She laid her head down again. Hannah was as content as she'd ever been, and if Michael pulled the bedding over them now, she could lay here with him for the rest of her life … or, at least, until they had to shower and dress for the transfer of hundreds of thousands of dollars of uncut heroine tomorrow.

 

[BeachBum25]

As Hannah laid down on him after her third orgasm, Michael began to softly caress her body as he kissed her neck and shoulders. His fingertips moved slowly up her spine, caressing each individual vertebrae... his lips tasted every inch of the flesh on her neck and shoulders.

Michael enjoyed laying there with Hannah. He loved having her naked body pressed to his. He would be happy if they fell asleep like this. His hands and mouth continued to explore Hannah.

There was something very different about tonight with Hannah than any of the times he had been with Karen. With Karen the sex was like a job; it was something they each needed to do, and when they were finished, they rolled away and each fell asleep. With Hannah tonight, it was something totally different. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her body on his, and would welcome it as long as possible.

With the covers over top of them, Hannah fell asleep with Michael's body as her bed. Michael laid awake for a time after he noticed Hannah was asleep; his hands still enjoying her body.

Michael woke up with the sun and laid looking at Hannah until she woke up. "I guess we have a job to do today, don't we Hannah?" He kissed her softly and slid out of bed; taking her hand and leading her to the shower. "We have plenty of time to get ready. I want to wash your body."

 

[PennySaver]

Hannah was nervous about the drug deal taking place later today, but Michael did his best to relieve that stress once they'd had some coffee, day old but still edible pastries, and stepped into the shower together. She loved the feel of his soapy hands caressing the bar over her body and of his cock inside her as she grasped the handrails, arched forward, and welcomed Michael inside her from behind. The heat, the water, the steam, and the man's touch was simply overwhelming; Hannah exploded yet again and would have collapsed to the shower floor is Michael hadn't given her support.

They were on the way down to the loaner vehicle when Hannah realized that she'd left her cell phone upstairs. She told Michael to go ahead and fire up the biker's car and she'd been right behind him. When she got back down to the lobby, though, and looked out to the parking lot, she found Michael standing at the front of the Bronco, his hands on the hood, with a plain clothed cop frisking him. Without showing herself in the entrance of the condominium building, she looked around as best she could … but the gym bag full of heroine was no where in sight.

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Two hours earlier:

Taylor Riggs was just entering the front of the precinct as her partner, Paul Wilson, was flying out, grabbing at her arm to spin her around as he then let go and continued onward. She asked him with confusion, "What the fuck?"

"Your boy Skeeter," the Detective began without further explanation, telling Taylor as he got into their unmarked car, "C'm'on, get in."

Once inside, Taylor said, "He's missing. Has that changed?"

"No, he's still missing," Paul said, hurrying the sedan out of its parking space, out of the lot, and out onto the street where he was very quickly going 15 over the limit toward the nearby freeway ramp. When Taylor pressed him, Paul said, "But that note we found that led to that marked bill which in turn--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, get to the point!" Taylor snapped.

"Major drug sale, happening now," Paul said, adding, "And I have the vehicle."

Shooting the car around a corner and onto the ramp, they talked details. They shot through the city to an off ramp that would take them down three streets until the slowly pulled up behind a black and white that was sitting on the Bronco, a block and a half away. "It belongs to one of my snitches inside The Clan Motorcycle Club."

They waited ten minutes or so but saw no activity that seemed suspicious; just people coming out to go to work or school or make their way to the nearby bus stop. Then, a man emerged and just stood on the sidewalk about 20 feet from the Bronco. They could only see him from the waist up, and while he could have been carrying something -- perhaps a bag full of heroine -- they weren't able to confirm it at all.

Then, "Fuck."

Taylor had been watching Michael Sheehan through a small pair of binoculars when his attention seemed to settle on the black and white that was still sitting nearby for backup. When the man looked like he was turning to leave, she told Paul, "Go now, go now, he's rabbiting!"

The detective shot the car out of it spot next to the curb, and a moment later the black and white followed. When the arrived at the building's parking lot, their subject was standing at the locked door, apparently not having a key. All four cops leapt out of their rigs and moved in, guns drawn. Taylor looked for some sign that the man was carrying a bag of drugs or cash, but his hands were empty.

They invited Michael over to the Bronco, began frisking him, and looked through his wallet for some indication that he was connected to the case in which they were investigating.