“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know how you feel about working for one client, but it ain’t all that bad, man. I mean our company is paying me a helluva lot better, but sometimes I miss my days of working security for Roxxy. The single-client haul can be lucrative, too, especially since Rustanov’s got offices in three locations. And get this, when I told him you were in Chicago taking care of business until further notice, he told me he’s been thinking about opening up a Chicago branch of Rustanov Enterprises.”
“Right now I can work from anywhere I choose. I don’t take that freedom lightly.”
“Yeah, I like the flexibility, too. But these D.C. trips—listen, I grew up in the Bronx. We don’t trust the cops down the street, much less the government. These G-men like us now, but what happens if a mission goes bad? Or if we accidentally cross them? At least we know we can trust Rustanov, and the money he’s offering ain’t bad at all.”
Suro, who’d actually been the one carrying out the hits, had had similar thoughts himself. As much money as their Washington contacts paid them, the clandestine nature of their relationship didn’t give them job or, more importantly, life security. And if Rustanov was serious about opening a Chicago branch…
“I’ll think about,” Suro told his partner.
“You do that. And I’ll let you know if I can turn anything up in Philadelphia.”
After he hung up with Dexter, Suro glanced at the clock on his computer. It was half past six, which meant Lacey would already be back at their apartment, making something good to eat.
And indeed, as he entered the apartment a few minutes later, he found a crock pot full of gumbo simmering on the stove, but Lacey herself was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen or front room. He went into the bedroom and found her rummaging through her nightstand drawer, looking increasingly confused as she shifted its contents around.
“Looking for something?” he asked from the doorway.
She jumped. Then said, “I need to put a bell around your neck or something. You move way too quietly.”
“You were looking for something.”
Lacey slammed the nightstand drawer shut. “No, no. Um, I thought I left something in there, but I guess not.”
“Something like what?” he asked.
“Nothing important,” she answered. “Really, I opened the drawer to get a notepad to write something down, but then I was surprised because this other thing wasn’t in there. But it doesn’t really matter, because I wasn’t planning to use it or anything.”
“Maybe I could help you look for it.”
“Suro,” she said. “Let’s just drop it, okay? Like I said, I don’t really need it.”
“But I think you do.” He walked over to the part of the closet he had claimed as his own and pulled her small vibrator out the coat pocket he had stowed it in the day he searched the apartment. “Is this what you were looking for?” He waved it slowly like a small, pink flag.
She covered her eyes with one hand and peeked out at him. “I can’t believe you stole that.”
“I’m very pleased it took you this long to realize it was missing,” he said, coming to stand closer to her.
“Like I said, I didn’t need it. I was looking for something else when I noticed it was missing.” She held out her hand. “Can I have it back now so we can end this awful, embarrassing conversation and eat dinner?”
“Will the gumbo burn if you don’t get to it right away?”
“No, gumbo’s kind of made to simmer as long as you want it to. And it’s in a crockpot, so it’ll be all right. But you’ve got to be hungry.”
“I am hungry,” he assured her. “Just not for dinner.”
Then he turned on the pocket vibrator, and its small electric whirring sound filled the space between them.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Lacey,” he answered. “Trust me.”
BEFORE LACEY COULD ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS, he had her pants unbuttoned and slipped the pocket rocket inside her panties.
“Suro,” she whispered. The vibrations immediately started working their magic. In fact, they seemed even stronger with Suro using his entire hand to press the small machine into her dewy folds.
“Shhh,” he said.
He rubbed the vibrator up and down her slit, causing her to gasp. It had been one thing to do this to herself while thinking about Suro, it was another to have her fantasy working the instrument into her pussy.
It felt so wrong, but oh so erotic.
He shifted the vibrator, so the head buzzed against her sensitive clit, and the only thing that kept her upright after that was his strong arm around her waist.
“Don’t stop now,” he said. “You’re almost there.”
She was almost there. It embarrassed her to come this quickly with less than five minutes of rubbing on his part, but his hand in her panties, working the hard plastic vibrator against her pussy—it was too much.
“I’m… I’m…”
Before she could finish the sentence, he shoved the vibrator into her quivering tunnel and then swallowed her cries with a hungry kiss as she came harder than she ever had using her pocket rocket alone. She could feel rivulets of her own cum, running down her thigh.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she breathlessly told Suro.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
The next thing she knew, she was on her back, her legs spread open, with the vibrator still lodged in her convulsing womanhood.
Suro made quick work of unbuttoning her blouse and removing her work pants. Soon she was completely naked, save for her panties and the vibrator housed within.
“So much cum,” he observed, as he got out of his clothes and put a condom on before climbing onto the bed between her legs. “I like looking at your breasts when the nipples are hard and wet because I’ve been sucking on them, but now I’m wondering what they look like with your own cum on them.”
He took the vibrator out of her now sopping wet pussy and rubbed it over her nipples, spreading her sticky essence onto each breast. She could feel her nipples standing up and arched her chest into the vibrator loving how good this nasty act felt. “Oh…”
Suro must have liked what he was seeing, because she could feel his dick growing even harder against her leg.
He let out a low appreciative rumble. “Yes, just like that.”
Despite having just climaxed a few minutes ago, she could feel more sticky wetness streaming out of her pussy then. And apparently, so could Suro.