Tracy the Fire Witch

by P. G. Allison

  Linda brought her suitcase into the bathroom and got undressed. Then, deciding the time was right for this, rather than putting on the modest nightgown she’d worn the first two nights, she instead put on the sheer, sexy, babydoll lingerie she’d brought along, just in case.

  It had been more than two years since she’d been in any relationship and she was definitely feeling aroused and drawn to Jesse. They had shared a lot of personal information and she knew he hadn’t been with anyone for a long time either. She’d explained how her last boyfriend had been a werewolf and why she’d broken up with him. She’d never thought she’d be able to share those details with anyone but, with Jesse? Somehow, it had been easy telling him everything.

  She was fairly sure she’d read all the signals he’d been giving. He was attracted to her but would never force anything and was waiting. So, she hoped she could force things, rather than wait any longer. With some nervous anticipation now mixed in with all the excitement she was already feeling, she left the bathroom and went back into their dimly lit room.

  When Jesse saw Linda come out wearing a different nightgown he noticed right away. It was impossible not to notice the see through nightie she was now wearing and he immediately got aroused. She pretended nothing was different and carried her suitcase back to where she’d had it before without glancing in his direction. He knew she was definitely checking for his reaction, however.

  “You know, a guy can’t ignore how a beautiful, curvy woman looks, no matter how platonic he’s promised he’d keep things, when she sashays into his room wearing what you’re wearing right now, Linda.”

  “Oh? I’m sorry! Am I making things difficult for you, Jesse?” asked Linda in a soft, sexy voice which was definitely feigning innocence. “Of course … maybe the woman isn’t interested in keeping things platonic.” Her voice now was definitely not innocent. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be ignored.”

  “Is that so? Well, why don’t you sashay right over here, then.” Jesse shifted position so there was room next to him on the bed, pulled back the covers and patted the mattress. He’d been hoping all the feelings he’d been harboring for days now might be mutual. She was making it very obvious that indeed they were.

  “Are you sure, Jesse? I mean … we don’t have to do this,” said Linda with some hesitation. “We …”

  Jesse didn’t wait but got up and went over to where she was standing. “If you want this anywhere near as much as I want this, then we definitely do have to do this.” He pulled her close and looked into her eyes with a big smile on his face.

  She welcomed him without any further hesitation and pulled his head down with both hands so she could kiss him. Their kiss quickly deepened into something very powerful as their desperately needy passions were ignited and they began pressing their bodies against one another harder and harder. The babydoll nightie did not stay on Linda for very long and they quickly tumbled back into Jesse’s bed.

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  Tracy got off the phone with Linda and smiled at John. “You heard that, right?” They were returning in the vehicle Lieutenant Saunders had sent for them and were almost back. It was late and they’d had a fabulous time. From the excitement in her voice, the news had clearly just made things even better.

  “Yes, I heard you say we’re leaving in the morning for Leipzig,” replied John. “Obviously, the task force received some good Intel. Did my sister have anything to do with that?”

  Tracy glanced at the two soldiers in the front seat and said, “Yeah, she did. I’ll explain about that later. What matters is we now have people and places to check out. We should know more when we meet for breakfast. There will be some additional security guys here then to go with us.”

  “As much as I love sightseeing, I know this is why we’re really here. Progress is good.” John wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. With her head resting on his shoulder he whispered in her ear, “We need to celebrate this, right?”

  Tracy giggled and whispered, “Can’t wait!” They remained quiet while cuddling during the short time it took to reach the Clay Compound and then thanked the two men for bringing them back and went up to their room.

  They quickly got ready for bed. When Tracy came out of the bathroom, she was naked and said, “Let the celebration begin!” Then she flounced over to the bed and climbed under the covers where John was waiting for her, also naked. She crawled on top of him and began kissing his lips with fervor, her tongue teasing and probing.

  John kissed her back for a couple minutes and then pushed her higher so he could reach one of her nipples with his mouth, teasing and sucking on that with his lips and tongue while tweaking her other nipple with his fingers. He paused briefly to mumble, “I love celebration sex with you, Tracy. Always such fun!” Then he began nibbling on each of her pebbled nipples, alternating back and forth while running his hands down to massage and squeeze her rear.

  Tracy moaned appreciatively as her body quickly responded to everything he was doing and she felt herself getting wet, throbbing and aching for more. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, signaling him the foreplay was over and she wanted him inside of her.

  But John was in no hurry and slipped one arm underneath her while he continued working on one of her breasts with his mouth, sliding his other hand down to caress her mound. He used his fingers to slowly bring her to an exquisite orgasm before he finally rolled on top and pushed himself inside.

  Tracy was always loud and noisy during their lovemaking and the more she and John had sex, the more uninhibited she had become. She wrapped her legs around him and begged him, “Give it to me!”, “Harder, harder!”, “Ohh, ohhhhh, there!” and “Faster, faster!”

  She met each of his thrusts with her pelvis rocking back and forth, demanding more and more. She was thankful he’d known one orgasm would not be enough for her on this particular night. And, as he began increasing the pace, she felt her next orgasm starting to build, making her quake in anticipation. She began bucking her hips underneath him with even greater motion, yelling and hollering while John grunted his pleasure up above. When her orgasm finally hit, its explosive power was overwhelming and she yowled her pleasure while sensing his release right afterwards.

  This time, she was done and as they both regained their breath, she made small mewling noises. When her spasms subsided, they were followed by some delicious little aftershocks and she cried out softly with each one. They both gradually began drifting off to sleep, still entwined in one another’s arms with Tracy’s face nestled against John’s chest and their bodies pressed tightly together.

  While barely conscious, Tracy rolled over and pressed herself back against John, now spooned around her. He hugged her close and cupped one of her breasts. Then they both slept deeply and peacefully until the next morning.

  Chapter Eight

  Thursday, Mar 19, 2020

  There was an air of excitement at breakfast as they all greeted one another, made their selections and sat down to eat. The first phase of their trip had been successful and it was now time for the next phase. After quickly eating, they gathered together with Lieutenant Saunders and his security team in an empty conference room where they could talk freely. Everyone found a place to sit and waited.

  Lieutenant Saunders started by introducing each of them and explaining that Linda Rayburn would brief them on their mission and answer any questions. He assured Linda that all of his men had been cleared for this special assignment and sworn to secrecy. Then he sat down as Linda came forward and faced everyone.

  She began by saying, “First, I want to thank Lieutenant Saunders and his security team for being here and supporting us. Our little team here are members of a special task force which deals with WIJO terrorists. That task force has interfered with several WIJO attacks, stopping them with very limited publicity so the outside world was largely unaware of the extent of, or the full threat from, those particular attacks. Unfortunately, the attack here in Munich took place without our
being able to do that.

  “Our task force is secret and now has representatives from several U.S. government agencies as well as from the U.S. military. It began when Candace Axtel was kidnapped last year,” Linda paused to nod briefly at Candace and then continued, “which I’m sure everyone here remembers. It has stopped attacks and dealt with WIJO terrorists in Afghanistan, the U.S., the U.K. and … with your help … will do so here in Germany. Any questions so far?” She paused to look around at her audience.

  One soldier raised his hand and then asked, “So, are you all members of this secret task force?” He looked over doubtfully at Tracy and it was obvious he was surprised to see people so young being included.

  “Well, I’m glad you asked that. I want to elaborate just a bit on what roles each of us have over here. Candace, as you have seen, has been speaking out and trying to provoke the terrorists. That has been successful, which I’ll get to in a minute. Her fiancé Oliver has been a task force member going back to when she was missing. He and Tracy helped locate and rescue her, but those details and most of what they do on our task force are highly classified. Tracy also speaks Pashto, which she has been studying as a cadet at West Point.”

  There were some appreciative murmurings as many heads turned to look over at Tracy. There was a growing atmosphere of respect towards Linda and her team.

  Linda said, “Captain Bonomo is a TAC Officer at West Point. He and John have provided support on some missions for which the details are also highly classified. Gene and Amanda Tremblay are members of our task force as well. They speak several languages. Amanda is originally from Germany and she and her family knew Jonah and Justine personally.” The media had been widely broadcasting Candy’s call for justice, with Jonah and Justine now martyrs for the cause.

  Another soldier raised his hand. “You mentioned Ms. Axtel has been successful in provoking the terrorists here in Germany. But, none of us have seen anything as yet.”

  “That’s right,” said Linda. “Since WIJO has been embarrassed on several occasions now when going after Candace, their leaders have given strict orders to the group here in Germany to stay away from her and wait until she leaves. Then they will continue with further bombing attacks. One of our task force members in Afghanistan was able to overhear those orders being given during a phone conversation yesterday. Our support team back in the U.S. has been able to trace that phone call back to an address in Leipzig, which is where we’ll all be going right after this briefing.”

  This news got everyone excited and there were several cheers.

  “The call to Afghanistan was from an apartment building which has several residents. However, only one of them is named Talib which is what the WIJO leader called the person he gave those orders to. Talib Mansoor lives in apartment four-eighteen on the top floor. Further checking shows he’s been running a liquor store with an extensive distribution network for the past couple of years. But that business is actually owned by a holding company. Our task force worked all night getting this info and will continue researching this holding company. However, it fits the pattern for other WIJO cells.” Linda paused to let everyone process what she’d told them.

  One of the soldiers asked, “Can’t the German authorities act on this? I mean … surely they want to find these terrorists, right?”

  Linda answered, “There’s not enough evidence for them as yet. Our task force is keeping them in the loop. But, all we really have so far is a phone conversation which was overheard but not recorded. That’s why my team is going to these addresses in Leipzig. We hope we can find more evidence which the authorities can then use.” She looked over to Lieutenant Saunders and said, “That’s as much as we can share with you and your men at this point. Our team here will want your support, of course, but we need to have the lead on all of this.”

  “Absolutely, ma’am! No problem,” said the lieutenant. He stood up and signaled for his men to leave the room.

  “Good. There are some classified things I wish to discuss with my team. Then, we’ll check out of here and join you in your vehicles.” Linda knew from what Jesse had told her, based on his conversations earlier with the lieutenant, that they would be travelling in eight different vehicles. Most of the soldiers were wearing civilian clothes with concealed weapons. She watched as the men filed out. Once the last man closed the door, she turned back to her team.

  Oliver asked, “What’s the plan for our getting more evidence, Linda?”

  “Well, as I mentioned, the task force is still researching that holding company. They’re also checking out that liquor business. They have a few employee names but it seems there are quite a few part time workers without documentation. Again, Robert’s team has only had a few hours so far.”

  “Meanwhile, we can get up close and personal and maybe use our supernatural abilities to determine a few things, right?” asked Tracy.

  Linda smiled and said, “Exactly.” She looked at Oliver, Gene and Amanda and added, “Once Oliver gets close enough to experience Talib’s essence and our werewolves have his scent … we can hopefully identify who else are members of his group, where they live, where they work, and eventually perhaps locate whatever weapons and munitions Talib’s group must have stored away.”

  Candace said, “I’ll be more than happy to confront them face-to-face if that will help.”

  “That’s good of you to offer, Candy, but let’s try doing a few other things first,” said Linda. “Can Oliver wear any disguise? Perhaps take his glasses off and wear a hat? I’d like to have him get close to Talib but keep you out of it, for now.”

  They all chatted about various approaches they could use for a few minutes but then agreed they needed to get going. They checked out of their rooms, brought their bags out to the vehicles waiting for them and then, pairing off into four of the vehicles, they were soon on their way to Leipzig.

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  Talib Mansoor had been nervous and uneasy after the phone call with Mullah Ahmed Kahtar the day before. Kahtar had warned it was possible other demons might be with the Axtell girl, in addition to Oliver Bessom. Meanwhile, he’d received more complaints from those in his group who were restless and wanted to resume their bombings.

  Ravi understood why Talib was upset. They’d been talking about the situation and he assured him the dissidents in their group would behave themselves. He tried to explain things, saying, “Look, the nightclub in Munich was a big success for them and they’re unhappy the media is now focusing on what this Candace Axtell is saying rather than the message they wanted.”

  Only Ravi, Tabish and Musa, the three men who’d been with Talib the past two years, were allowed to come to work in his store that day. They each had valid documents and had established residence, like he had. The others did not and posed a definite risk. Tabash was at the cash register while Musa was bringing more cases of beer in from the rear.

  “Their happiness does not matter,” countered Talib as he watched Ravi arrange some wine bottles on the shelf. He had instructed all of the new group members to stay out of sight either at his warehouse or at their apartments and continue waiting. “Our leaders are very concerned that what happened to other groups will happen to our group. These demons might be anywhere and cannot be stopped.”

  Just as Talib had his sources, some of the new members in their group had their own sources. They had all learned Candace Axtell and Oliver Bessom had checked out that morning and departed from the compound where they’d been staying. They had left in several vehicles believed to be operated by the U.S. Army. However, their destination was unknown. They may have left Berlin. They may have left Germany. This news had added a great deal of tension. They might be anywhere.

  Ravi was in the middle of this discussion with Talib while four strangers were looking around in the store. They had come in a few minutes earlier. One couple was in their thirties and obviously married, with the wife complaining to the man about something in German. They had entered with the other couple who we
re much younger; the girl looked to be in her late teens. Based on their appearance, however, it was obvious these strangers would not understand anything being said since the conversation was all in Pashto. He told Talib, “We should continue this later. You have customers.” Then, in German, he said to the young girl who was nearby, “Can I help you with anything?”

  She smiled and shook her head while the other woman answered in German from the next aisle, “My cousin and her boyfriend aren’t buying anything; they’re merely with me and my husband.” She headed towards the register with her husband carrying two wine bottles behind her.

  Talib glanced at them dismissively and looked back at Ravi. “Tabash can handle any purchases,” he muttered in Pashto. Then he added, “Finish up here and go check on our men. Make sure they stay at home and out of sight. You keep saying they will not go against my orders but I’m not so sure. Especially that Dhanial. He’s been acting like he’s their leader and I don’t trust him.”

  Amanda paid for the wine and then she, Gene, Tracy and Oliver made their way outside. Once they had all gotten into the sedan and were driving away, she looked at Tracy and said, “You looked as though you’d heard enough. Was that Pashto they were speaking?”

  “Oh, yes! And they were talking about us, believe it or not. The one in charge, who must be Talib, was saying we demons might be anywhere and cannot be stopped.” Tracy giggled and looked at Oliver, who had put his glasses back on. She asked, “Were you able to sense enough energy from each of them?”

  Oliver nodded and said, “Yeah, I can find any of those four men now.”

  “Amanda and I will recognize their scent as well,” said Gene. “Working together, I’m sure we can locate where each one is staying.”

  Tracy said, “Talib asked that one guy to leave and go check on the others. We need to follow him. Hopefully, we’ll learn where all of them are staying.”