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Mission Impossible?
Chapter 4
The cab pulled up to the front entrance of the nightclub, where a large
Heaven neon sign greeted Amber. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she
fished in her purse and handed the cabbie a $20 bill. While Amber walked
toward the end of the queue, she attracted some attention from the other
club patrons. Amber turned and primped in the mirrored window of the
nightclub. She flipped her hair from her eyes and examined herself, with
a critical eye. Her golden blonde hair, which was parted down the middle,
framed her face and fell just above her bare shoulders. Dramatic eyes
shaded with subtle hues of brown and outlined with kohl looked back at
her, while her lips were traced in a bright pink. Amber followed her
reflection down to the hot pink dress she wore. A thin spaghetti strap,
tied behind her neck, held the pink spandex knit dress up; the dress
clung to her breasts emphasizing them and hugged the tiny curves of her
belly and hips. Her hands moved across her belly and down to mid thigh
where the dress stopped. Amber's long, bare, tanned legs made the dress
look much shorter than designed. The dress's thin material prevented her
from wearing hose or even undergarments with the exception of the
invisible gaff. Her toes peeked from pink sandals with 4-inch heels;
several of them adorned with gold rings, while her French manicured
toenails gleamed in a pink shade that matched her long feminine
fingernails.
Amber continued to admire herself in the window when a heavy hand touched
her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder and looked up at a huge black
man wearing a tuxedo. With his free hand, he motioned her past the other
waiting patrons. She flashed a smile up at him as he escorted her to the
club's entrance followed by catcalls from the males in line and sneers
from the women with them. A pounding Euro beat met her at the door and
she made her way deep into the club. She snuggled up to one of the many
bars, ordered a Gibson martini, and examined the crowd. Mostly young and
well dressed, the crowd was attractive. Couples of mixed and same gender
danced or sat at tables along the wall. She couldn't see if they drank or
talked since the lights were very low. She sipped on her martini,
listened to the music and began to relax when someone next to her spoke.
"My aren't you pretty in pink," a low voice said.
Amber turned and looked for the person who gave her the complement. Next
to her stood a tall, older man wearing a long dark curly wig and a red
wrap-around dress. Dark red lipstick colored his lips and blue eye shadow
highlighted sagging mascara lined eyes.
She flashed a smile and introduced herself, "Hiya. I am Amber."
"Bethany. Glad to meet you, honey. First time here?" The older TV stirred
her drink with a straw.
"Yes."
"Oh, then let me tell you about the place. Most are straight here; they
like to think they are open-minded because they party with some gays.
What they want is just a novel experience they can tell their friends
about on Monday."
Amber smiled, nodded, and examined the crowd. Several guys smiled at her
when her eyes met theirs.
Bethany saw the looks and noted, "Well, be careful. Half of the guys in
here are about to cream their pants over you and many of them are not
very nice." The older TV started to drift away.
"I will. Thanks for the tip."
A heavyset, balding man dressed in an expensive double-breasted sport
coat came to the bar and ordered a Gibson. He glanced over at her and
said, "Be careful dear, they become addictive." He pointed at her drink.
"I should know. I've been drinking them for thirty-five years."
"I started a couple of years ago and can't stop." She smiled back. "You
seem to have adjusted to them."
He chuckled and looked at her. "Good crowd tonight. But Fridays usually
are." The bartender came up with his drink and pushed it to him. The
balding man asked Amber, "Care for another? Tony, please take care of the
lady tonight." With that he turned and moved slowly through the crowd
away from Amber.
Amber accepted the drink when Tony pushed it to her and looked toward her
benefactor, but had lost him in the crowd. She sipped the drink quietly
and she caught the eye of one of the good-looking yuppies.
The evening went by quickly. She danced frequently with several different
partners, including several women. However, there was no chemistry. Amber
pushed her hair from her face and headed toward the door. She glanced to
the side and saw Bethany at one of the tables with a very drunk man.
Amber waved at the older TV who returned the gesture and patted her
tablemate's leg. Amber tossed her head and headed out the door and into
the warm night air. She searched the street for a cab and saw the man who
bought all of her drinks tonight walking toward the rear of the building.
Amber looked back to the street for a cab when she noticed two big men
who began to follow the man. Sensing danger, Amber decided to follow the
pair around the corner. In the back parking lot, she saw that they had
pinned the balding man up against the building and were threatening him.
Amber didn't think but reacted. She reached down and picked up a beer
bottle from the pavement and raced over. She brought the empty bottle
down on the head of the attacker nearest to her, smashing the glass. The
large thug's knees buckled and he fell limp to the ground. The second
mugger spun to face her.
"Bitch!" the big mugger spat as he charged toward her. She looked up at
him and saw his angry eyes and he quickly reached for her throat with one
hand. Muscle memory activated in Amber and her hand shot out and gripped
her attacker's hand. A simple quick twist of her wrist and a push of the
thug's elbow with her other hand placed the man in a painful arm lock.
She did not stop. Amber kicked the side of the mugger's knee and he fell
to the pavement in agony.
"You okay?" She looked over at the balding man still up against the wall.
"Yeah, I am....uh," he stammered and was interrupted by moans from the
first attacker who had gotten to his hands and knees. "Come on dear,
let's go." The overweight man moved to his BMW and opened its door. Amber
ran to the vehicle's other side and slid into the seat. The car's engine
turned over and moments later the BMW pulled out into the street.
Amber looked behind at the parking lot and saw the two men struggle to
their feet. She blew out a sigh and leaned back into the soft leather
seat. The man clutched a cell phone as he drove the BMW sedan and
hurriedly punched at its numbers.
"Hello. Josh, this is Rienholt. I was just attacked in the parking lot.
Yes, just now....no, I am fine. No thanks to you. What am I paying you
for? Get your ass out there and see if those two men are still there.
What...? There was two of them...I didn't get a real good look," he
yelled into the cell phone.
"Two white men, mid thirties, both about 6 feet tall, between 210 and 230
pounds," Amber said. "Both had dark hair, one had brown eyes. One wearing
black leather jacket, blue jeans and tan cowboy boots; the other, a
Yankees baseball jacket and jeans." Amber closed her eyes.
"Here, tell him." He handed the cell phone to her.
Rienholt turned the car smoothly around a corner and picked up speed. The
engine gave no sign of acceleration or the turn. The buttery leather
caressed her skin as the increase in speed pushed her back into the seat.
Amber ran her fingers along the car's trim, took the phone from him, and
repeated the descriptions to Josh. She noted the cell was also high-end
model and handed it back to her driver.
"Yes...yes...She was the one doing your job. We'll talk in the morning."
He put the cell phone back into his suit coat. "Thanks for the help back
there," he said calmly. "I would have been in alot of trouble if you
hadn't shown up. You have some great moves."
"I spent 4 years in Army Intelligence. Hand to hand combat training was
mandatory," she explained.
"Army, uh? You? I would have thought taebo or something." He chuckled.
After a few seconds, he asked, "What are you doing now?"
"I haven't really thought about that yet. I plan to have some fun, maybe
go to New York, Chicago, maybe L.A. Find a job...you know."
"Not much prospect in Intelligence work is there? You plan to join the
CIA or something?" He smiled.
"No...nothing like that. I don't know. I will find something. I know how
to use a PC, file, office work...clerical stuff probably." She shrugged
her shoulders.
"I see. Well...uh...?"
"Amber."
"Amber, where do you need to be dropped off? It is the least I can do for
my hero."
"I am staying at the Holiday Inn on Highway 45. Know where it's at?"
"Yes." He nodded and continued to drive.
Amber walked through the lobby and placed the card in her purse without
looking at it. She passed the small lounge and headed toward the stairs,
when she stopped. She stepped into the small refreshment alcove and took
out some change from her clutch. She popped six quarters into the Coke
machine and listened while it rattled and dropped the soda into the
basket. She reached down and tried to pick up her soda but it slipped
from her hand and fell to the floor. Amber watched the can roll across
the tiles and stop at a pair of hushpuppies.
Randy reached down, picked up the diet soda, and handed it to her. He
flashed that sexy smile at her and Amber felt her knees begin to give.
Catching herself, she took the soda, mumbled thanks, and tried to duck
around him but found that she couldn't in the small space. Suddenly, a
small boy ducked into the area chased by another and pushed her into his
arms, then just as quickly they disappeared from the room.
"You okay?" he asked her.
She nodded and pushed back from him slightly, his large hands about her
slim shoulders. She stepped backward and cleared her throat. Amber pushed
past him and went into the hall.
"Amber? Did I say something wrong?"
She turned and looked up at him. "Uh no, Randy...I mean...you didn't say
anything wrong."
"Okay...I am going to watch the game. You want to join me for a drink in
the lounge?" he asked.
"I wouldn't want to get you into any trouble, Randy. I don't think your
wife would like seeing me with you."
"Oh, don't worry about that. She hates sports. She made me come down here
to watch the game. She says the TV keeps her up."
"I...ah...why don't you come and watch the game with me in my room. It
would be better than sitting in a bar alone." She smiled. "Plus, my beer
is free and the popcorn will be hot. What do you like? Lite, red, or dark
beer?
"Sure...okay...I'll start with a lite."
"Cool. My room is upstairs." She motioned toward the stairway.
Amber laughed and led the way to her room. When she handed the key card
to him, he smiled, opened and held the door for her. She thanked him and
ducked into the room quickly. She motioned him towards a chair near the
TV and headed for the wet bar. He stretched once, eased into the chair,
picked up the remote and turned on the television set. The baseball game
was well into the third inning with the score a lopsided 6 to 0. He
groaned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Amber asked.
"The Red Sox...they are losing again." Randy moaned.
"What do you expect? They always start their slide in late August." She
grinned as she walked toward him, a lite beer in one hand and a red in
the other. She handed him the lite and sat on the floor at his feet.
"Thanks. You into baseball?" He cocked his head in disbelief.
"Yes. I loved playing when I was young. I'm not so much into it now, but
I love going to the games."
Randy gulped down his beer and set the bottle down. He flashed his smile
at her again. Amber sat her beer down, rose to her knees and moved
between his legs. She raised her eyes slowly up to meet his and leaned
forward. Randy cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Amber moaned
and melted as she felt his lips against hers. Her fingers began to
unbutton his shirt. She pushed back the shirt over his broad shoulders
and looked at him. She purred and kissed his chest. He let her place
delicate kisses over his hard chest and watched her move toward his
nipple. Her white teeth bit playfully at one of his nipples, then began
to suck it. Randy moaned as he felt her hot mouth on him. His hand began
to stroke and play over her body; they slipped on the spandex dress as
the caressed her.
Amber did not wait, she moved from his nipple down his flat stomach to
his pants where she felt his large member had responded to her touch. She
squeezed it hard and he moaned. She reached up, undid his pants, and
found he was not constrained by shorts. Randy slid down in the chair and
allowed her more access to him. His monstrous cock sprang out to its full
9 inches. The head was purple and the thick shaft was veined. Amber cooed
at the sight of the large cock and licked her pink lips.
"Come on baby....please," Randy said in a low tone.
"Oh yes...."
Amber's pink tongue snaked out and lightly slid across the slit of his
huge dick. She pursed her lips and pushed in down the mushroom shaped
head, her mouth stretched wide as she tried to take all of him. Not able
to, she pulled back slowly, her tongue stroking the underside of his cock
as she went, only to slide forward again. She began to set up a rhythm,
her head bobbed up and down, alternatively sucking and licking.
"Damn babe," he said as he convulsed in pleasure.
When she pulled her mouth off his dick, a long strand of precum and
saliva trailed from the tip of his shaft to her mouth. She placed both
hands around his huge cock and washed its head with her whip like tongue,
while she jacked him off. She then stretched her lips around him again
and forced his entire rod down her mouth until she snuggled her nose in
his dark pubic hair. He reached down, grasped her head and began to slam
his hips forward, consumed by lust. She squealed softly and tried not to
gag as he face fucked her. He did not stop when he heard her cries but
continued to hump her faster, fucking her mouth and throat. He felt his
balls begin to tighten and Amber felt his dick become harder in her
mouth. Suddenly Amber couldn't breathe. Enormous shots of cum leapt from
his cock and forced their way down into her mouth and throat. The release
of his seed did not slow his rhythm; Randy continued to assault her mouth
with his cock. Amber moaned slightly as his cum dribbled from the sides
of her aching mouth. Slowly, he pulled his cock from her mouth and leaned
back further in the chair. She licked her lips and tasted his cum again.
It wasn't sweet, but pungent.
"Damn girl, that was hot."
Amber giggled and stood up. She slid her pink clingy dress up to her
belly and reached for his hand. Randy let Amber guide his hand to her
taupe colored gaff and he slipped his fingers under the elastic band.
Randy pulled the tight gaff down and tossed it on the floor. Amber small
hairless cock and balls fell between her legs. She slipped a leg over his
and stood there above his member, which showed signs of becoming hard
again.
Amber reached down and stroked his large cock to life. It sprang up to
attention almost immediately. Amber reached over to the dresser and
brought out a tube of KY jelly. Quickly, she squirted some onto Randy's
hard dick. Amber pushed out a large amount onto his fingers and guided
his hand under her to her hole. Randy slowly slid one finger into her
ass, stretching the muscle there, and then slipped in another. Amber
tossed her head back and forth, feeling her knees become weak as he
played in her rectum. He then pulled his fingers out and pointed his cock
at her ass. She moved down onto it and felt the large mushroom head on
her asshole. He grabbed her hips and shoved his cock deep into her with
one fluid motion. Amber screamed in pain/pleasure. The thick monster cock
was deep into her rectum, even though he stretched her muscles his cock
barely fit. Lust quickly took Randy over. His powerful grip tightened on
her hips that would leave bruises the next day as he began to fuck her.
Tears began to fall from Amber's blue eyes.
"Yeah take it you bitch," he said and rammed his big pole deep into her
tiny ass. "Take that big dick."
"Oh baby...please..ahg...god..help!" she cried.
Amber's tiny hard dick bobbed up and down; it slapped Randy's tight abs
and bounced off her flat tummy. Tears continued to well up as her balls
grew tighter over the fuck she was getting. Her dick's head grew red,
then purple. Her breath quickened and she dug her nails deep into her
palms. White, thick cum began to pump from her dick in globs and hit her
hairless crotch.
Randy promised himself to treat this bitch right. He wasn't going to stop
until he came again. Randy punished Amber's ass again and again with hard
thrusts, forcing his cock up deep inside her. When he felt his release,
he flexed his muscles and plunged even deeper into her. Hot jets of his
cum squirted up into her bowels.
Randy pulled out of her and lifted the small TV off him. She tried to
muffle her crying as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down.
Her mouth and body ached from the treatment she had received, while her
own cum slid down her belly onto the sheets.
Randy kissed her softly on the lips, turned and got dressed.
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